Disclaimer: I do not own Methos or Highlander.
Author's Note: Journal entry for Finale part 1 and 2. Enjoy!
May 29th, 1995
Well, the world decided not to end today, and I'm not lying on some government medical slab with a toe tag declaring me as 'Immortal Subject #2'. I'd say that counts as a good day.
Honestly I didn't expect a visit to Christine's would end up sending the world as we know it into hysteria. She'd called me up out of the blue, asking to talk with me and Joe, and wouldn't we please come out to Paris so we could all meet? I couldn't turn her down, we were friends, had been ever since I joined the Watchers. And no matter how indirectly, I was the cause of Don's death. Whether she knew that or not, I still owed her a debt I could never begin to repay.
Of course it wasn't difficult for me to reach Paris, seeing as I'd never actually left in the first place. With Kalas in jail there was no longer any danger for me, so why leave? I happened to like Paris. Moving all my things across town that quickly had been a bloody nightmare, and more money then I could argue down with only a few hours to spare, but it fooled MacLeod. In his eyes I was long gone, making it all that much easier to keep tabs on the young Scott from afar.
But when Christine called all it took was a ring from 'Methos' to bring Joe all the way from Seacouver. I really didn't like the new look of awe in Dawson's eyes when I picked him up from the airport, I preferred the grumpy glare I used to get at LeBlue's when I was in a particularly smart ass mood. So I rambled on about the intricacies of air guitar in route to MacLeod's in a way that would make even the most socially desperate teenager want to strangle me with their sneaker laces. I managed a ten-minute speel before Joe politely informed me that I was either to 'shut the hell up' or find myself forcibly ejected from the speeding vehicle, with high emphasis on the speeding part. Good old Joe.
Good old MacLeod too, I was delighted to see a sword in his hand when I walked in the barge, at least he wasn't shaking hands first, asking if they were there for a coffee or his head after. It was supposed to be a simple poke our heads in and leave trip to appease Joe that his precious Highlander was doing just fine. Then MacLeod informed us of Amanda's latest act of good will and just like that, his problems were my problems.
Rebecca had always sworn that her little pupil was bright, but who the hell thinks that breaking an immortal serial killer out of jail is a good idea? I mean, one thousand years of life experience and the four hundred year old pup has got more brains then her.
And of course the day only got better as it wore on. Turns out Don's death had made Christine more then bitter, it made her vengeful too, and the only way she knew how to attack was to lash out at the beings that caused it. So what did I do? Panic. Did it help? No. It only made me an enemy of Christine's, just another one of her abominations.
I was somewhat proud of the new doubt cutting myself open in front of a mortal had instilled in Joe, but if I really wanted to see pure scorn in the old Watcher's eyes so badly, Christine finding the chronicles disk sure did it. I'm still not sure how I got out of that little issue unscathed by more then mere words. Surprisingly it was Joe and Genet who came to blows over it, I had to actually act my age and break it up before someone pulled a gun. Everyone seemed to be doing that a lot in the last few days, wielding guns. And one, masochist idiot that he is, seemed to enjoy jumping in front of them.
Then everyone's ho-humming about the end of immortal secrecy, and me playing a good act of not caring in the least. And what do I find but that while I'm off trying to contain the hysteria, Amanda and MacLeod are having a bloody tango on the Eiffel Tower. How quaint. Well at least they didn't jump, bunch of bloody hypocrites. All that embracing the new age of open immortality one moment, the next I'm having midnight pep talks with MacLeod about the difference between survival and martyrdom.
So the Highlander lives, hurrah. Kalas is dead, and about time. And the existence of immortals continues to stay a secret.
No doubt Amanda and MacLeod are happily shagging right now on the barge. Joe is going to be blessedly busy for a while holding down the Watcher fort until a permanent replacement comes in.
And me? I'm going to Barbados. I need a vacation after this.
Author's P.S.: Reviews make me happy. :)
