Disclaimer: I love you, Methos, oh yes I do. I love you, Methos, through and through. And if you leave me, I'm blue. Oh, Methos, I love you. Thank you! Thank you! You've been a lovely crowd! Hey, who threw that shoe?

Ch. 5:

After Kronos had welcomed Sekhmet, Methos took her by the arm and pulled her away.

"I told you to go." He told her in Egyptian quickly.

"And then Cassandra got captured." She shot back. "Jesus, Methos!"

She rubbed her forehead before reaching out and grasping the front of his sweater, resting her head against his chest.

"I couldn't run, Methos." She told him softly. "I just couldn't."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"Okay." He said. "Where's the odd man out?"

"He fell in a river." She replied. "I yelled that he need to hurry up before following Silas here."

"Of course." Methos replied, shaking his head. "I don't suppose you told him where to find us?"

"Oops." She replied.

He sighed and shook his head.

"You do realize that sword was supposed to be a wedding gift." He told her, shifting tracks.

"You do realize that my sword was in your car when you ditched me with Duncan." She shot back. "I needed a sword and I figured that if I was going to have to kick your ass, I might as well do it with a sword you bought."

"I may not be happy you're here." He told her softly. "But I am glad we're together again."

"Me too." Sekhmet said, kissing him.

"Methos."

They pulled away and turned to see Silas standing behind them.

"Right." Methos said, switching back to English. "Silas, Sekhmet. Sekhmet, this is my brother in arms, Silas."

"Hi." Sekhmet said smiling.

"Do you want to see the monkeys?" Silas asked her.

"I would love to." Sekhmet told him, before turning to look up at Methos. "I'll see you a little bit later."

He nodded and let her go. She smiled softly and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"Everything's going to be alright." She told him in Egyptian. "You'll see."

"Come on, Silas." She said, wrapping her arm around his. "Show me these monkeys."

He smiled at Methos and led her away, leaving Kronos and Methos alone.

"You kept her a secret from us, brother." Kronos told him harshly. "Would you mind explaining why?"

"You've talked to her." Methos replied flippantly. "Are you sure she isn't going to just start killing people? Besides, she didn't have anything to do with you."

"I think you just didn't want to share, brother." Kronos said.

"She isn't going to be shared." Methos said harshly. "She is not some conquest like Cassandra. She didn't have to be forced to be with me, she chose me. And if you touch her, Kronos, you will lose me. Do you understand?"

"Calm down, Methos." Kronos told him flippantly. "No one will hurt your woman, you have my word. I'm just hurt that you didn't trust us. We could help her get better, brother, if you let us. If even half the stories about the goddess are true, she is a force to be reckoned with. Caspian will be missed, but she will be a good replacement."

"I love her, Kronos." Methos stressed. "Please don't make me chose between you, because I swear I will choose her."

"Relax." Kronos ordered. "You will never have to choose between your family. You have my word."

He clapped Methos on the shoulder before leaving him. After he was gone, Methos sighed and rubbed his face before heading down to Cassandra. Sekhmet would find him when she wanted to.

Sekhmet laughed as Silas handed her a piece of bread to feed the monkeys.

"Methos said he would ask Kronos if I could have one." Silas confided in her.

"I'm sure he will then." She replied, smiling at him. "I'll make sure he does and I will too, if it'll do any good."

"Thank you, little sister." He told her, smiling brightly.

"I like that." She said, grinning at him. "I haven't been anyone's little sister in a long time."

They were silent for a time.

"Silas…" she said. "Do you enjoy this life?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean, all the killing." She replied, dropping a piece of bread through the bars. "Doesn't it get old after awhile?"

"It's all I know." He told her. "What else is there to do?"

"Have you heard any of the stories about me?" she asked him.

Silas shook his head.

"My people locked me up in a tomb for a long time." She told him. "And while I was there, all I had were the faces of the people I killed. Sometimes I wonder what they would've become if I hadn't killed them."

"You shouldn't worry so much, little sister." Silas told her. "Methos worries and it makes him serious. He needs someone to make him smile."

"That's what I live for." Sekhmet replied, sticking out her tongue and making him laugh.

They went back to feeding the monkeys until all the bread was gone.

"Would you like to come to Methos and mine's wedding?" Sekhmet asked him as they left the lab. "You could even stand next to Methos as his brother."

"I would like that, little sister." Silas replied happily. "I think you will make a very good wife for Methos."

"I do to." She told him, smiling.

She walked back to the main room with him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you for showing me the monkeys." She told him.

She smiled at him again before walking away. As she wandered around, looking for Methos, she found Kronos waiting for her around a corner.

"My Lady Sekhmet." He said, bowing.

"Kronos." She replied, nodding.

"Walk with me a moment, would you?" he asked, holding out his arm.

She swallowed and took his arm. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to fall into the role of the slightly unhinged version of herself she had been for the last couple of days.

"Our dear Methos is very attached to you." Kronos told her as he led her down the corridor.

"I'm very attached to him." Sekhmet replied.

"He has made it clear that, if anything were to happen to you, he would leave us." Kronos said. "What about you? What would you do if something were to happen to Methos?"

Sekhmet stopped and he turned to look at her.

"I would tear you down, piece by piece." She told him, her smile taking on a manic edge. "And I would stop until either I was dead or your corpse lay at my feet."

"How…thorough of you." He told her.

"We aim to please." She said happily, turning to continue their walk. "I hope you'll allow me time in your schedule of world domination to hold a wedding. I've been waiting 5,000 years to marry Methos. I'm not sure how much longer I can wait."

"Of course, my dear." He told her. "I will even give you away myself."

"That would be lovely." She replied, smiling. "Now, if you could tell me where my fiancée is, I would be much obliged."

"I believe he's visiting Cassandra." He told her, smirking.

"Well, we'll need to put a stop to that." Sekhmet said, pouting slightly. "I don't think she's a good influence on him."

"I agree." Kronos said. "And after MacLeod is dealt with, Cassandra is next on my list."

He stopped them at a cross way.

"Methos is right down there." He told her.

"Thank you, brother." She said, kissing his cheek.

"You are very welcome, sister." He replied.

He watched her walk away for a moment before turning and heading back to the main room.

Methos sat on the wall next to Cassandra's cage, opposite from where she sat.

"You should eat." He told her.

She responded by kicking the bowl across the cage.

"This is familiar." He said, an ironic edge in his voice.

"I'm not your sorry little slave anymore." Cassandra spat at him. "I know what I am now, what you are. You may have fooled MacLeod and your girlfriend, but you've never fooled me."

"I wasn't trying to fool anyone." Methos said, his voice breaking slightly. "No, that's not true. I was trying to fool Sekhmet into believing I'm good enough for her. Luckily, she fell for it."

"If MacLeod knew what you really are, he'd have taken your head long ago." Cassandra said.

"Well, he had his chance." Methos told her. "He didn't."

They sat in silence for awhile.

"It wasn't all bad, when we were together." He said finally.

"I only served you because you forced me." Cassandra said forcibly.

"Don't hate yourself." He told her gently, getting up to walk around to the side she was sitting on. "Stockholm Syndrome. It's like Patty Hearst. Hostages come to rely on their captors for food and approval, and they fall in love."

"I never loved you." Cassandra said, laughing in disbelief.

"You thought you did." Methos told her. "You thought I would protect you. You forgot what I was."

"I forgot nothing!" Cassandra shouted, hitting the bars. "I'll take your head with my bare hands, yours and Kronos'."

"I've seen what happens to people who go up against him." Methos said. "If we want to survive, we will keep him happy."

"I didn't do it then, and I won't now." Cassandra replied. "I'd rather die."

There was a splash and they turned to see Sekhmet making her way over.

"Hi." She said as she reached Methos, squeezing his hand as she kissed his cheek.

"Hi." He replied, returning the squeeze.

"What are we talking about?" she asked.

"Cassandra unwillingness to cooperate." Methos replied.

"Yeah, I could've told you that." Sekhmet said. "She's kinda a pain in the ass."

"How the hell has MacLeod put up with you two for this long?" Cassandra demanded.

"I'm awesome." Sekhmet replied brightly. "He's puts up with Methos by default."

"Oh, thanks." Methos sneered.

"You're welcome." She said. "Now, what exactly is Cassandra being a general pain about?"

"Keeping Kronos happy." Methos replied.

"You really need to." Sekhmet told her. "It's the only way we're all going to make it through this."

"I don't give a damn if you two make it through it." Cassandra shot back.

"And I don't really care if you give a damn." Sekhmet said. "Your continued survival depends on us. I've already begun a plan to have Kronos give you to me, so hopefully that'll be slightly better."

"How are you managing that?" Methos asked.

"I told him I thought she was a bad influence on you." Sekhmet replied. "Plus I'm not sane, remember? He's going to want to keep me happy and annoying Cassandra for the next few centuries should do it."

"I would still rather be dead." Cassandra told her.

"Then you'll die." Sekhmet replied.

"You know, he thinks I was in love with him." Cassandra taunted her. "That I forgot who he was. Is that what's happened to you? Have you forgotten what he was? What he is?"

"I have never once forgotten what he is." Sekhmet said softly. "He's the man I love. He's the man I've always loved."

"And I'm the one with Stockholm Syndrome." Cassandra scoffed.

"Come on." Methos said, pulling on Sekhmet's hand. "Leave her be."

Sekhmet looked at Cassandra sadly.

"Believe us or don't, I don't care." She told her. "But we are trying to help you."

"I don't want or need your help." Cassandra spat.

"Too bad." Sekhmet replied.

Methos pulled on her hand again and she let him lead her away.

Duncan made his way to a nearby pet shop in Bordeaux.

"Excuse me, Monsieur." He called as the man closed up his shop.

"Oui?" the man replied.

"If I wanted to import 100 monkeys, who would I talk to?" Duncan asked him.

"This is a pet shop monsieur, not a circus." The owner told him.

Duncan sighed as he walked away.

A/N: I know I usually only have five chapters, but I've add so much into this episode, I feel it needs a sixth episode. Also, I've decided to make Silas kind of like a child. I feel that he's kind of someone who just doesn't know any other way of life, and as such doesn't understand the idea that what he's doing is wrong. I always feel bad for him when I watch this episode, and I've decided to make Sekhmet feel bad for him too. Let me know what you think.

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