They Scatter to the Wind

All the remaining Immortals said their final farewell not with a banquet or celebration, but with quiet promises. They became an organized league and swore an oath that evil immortals would never get a chance to outnumber them again.

When they had a moment alone, Amanda told Duncan, "I wish you would let me stay with you." Putting her arms around him, she asked sweetly, "What do you say?"

He looked into her eyes and saw her loyalty and love. Duncan hugged her back, touched her face and said, "As much as I enjoy having you around, I have to do this on my own." He said gently, "Go on now, or you will to miss your flight."

Standing back, she looked at him, "All right," she admitted, "So it is not really about you." She went to the door and opened it up to the next room. Looking at the carrier that held the new life, she said quietly, "That little guy has found a way into my heart."

Duncan stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He spoke gently, "You're not the only one." Turning her around to face him, he told her, "In any case, you are needed as an envoy for peace." The thought made him smile.

Amanda replied, "That is so ironic."

He quietly said, "Rebecca would be so proud."

The tears briefly welled up in her eyes before she angrily brushed them away. Turning from him, she picked up her bag and went to the far door opening it quickly. Looking back once more his way she said, "Good bye Duncan MacLeod."

He answered, "Good bye Amanda." Then she was gone and he felt it would not be the last time her saw her. "If only she really knew…" he said looking back into the room.

Duncan finished packing the car and stood outside waiting for Connor. His kinsman walked up and shook hands asking, "So you will be at the island?"

Duncan nodded and replied, "Yes, I will be there so anytime you want to stop by for a visit."

Connor smiled and gripped Duncan's hand tighter saying, "I'll think about it." Dropping the handshake, he glanced at the infant in the car seat with a poignant smile. Speaking to the baby Connor said, "I hope you grow up to look more like your mother."

The two nodded to each other with wide grins. Duncan started the car but before he drove away, he could hear Connor's distinct laugh.

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From across the airport departure area they saw and sensed each other. Standing in line to board the plane for the United States, Methos sighed and shook his head with a look of disbelief on his face. Cassandra walked toward him dragging her carry-on behind her.

Stopping in front of him she demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Methos smiled indulgently and said, "I was going to ask you the same thing."

The line kept them moving before they could answer each other's question. Grudgingly, both immortals bumped along the rows inside the plane only to discover their seats across from each other.

"I couldn't have planned this better if I had tried." Methos commented while stashing his small bag into the overhead compartment. He sat down with relish watching Cassandra scowl at him as she struggled with her larger bag.

Finally, Methos stood up to help asking her, "What did you pack? It weighs a ton."

She gave up the struggle and sat in her seat telling him, "It is supplies for my shop back in New York."

"Selling you magic trinkets again?" he asked her as he successfully shoved the bag in place and shut the compartment tight.

"Yes," she admitted and then asked him, "Now what is your excuse for taking the same flight?"

He sat down and buckled the seatbelt as the flight attendant started making the announcements. Leaning towards her he answered, "I'm going to finalize the purchase of a building that could become a new headquarters for a watcher and immortal alliance."

Her eyes went wide with disbelief and she stated, "They must be crazy if they put you in charge."

Watching Cassandra file away on her nails with an emery board as the plane started the taxi to the runway he commented, "Come to think of it, the building did house a little shop called "Wolves Den" or something like that." Looking closely at her reaction he said, "I think we'll have it removed."

A fire crept into her eyes as she turned her head to stare telling him, "You touch my shop and I'll kill you."

Methos threw his head back laughing at his jest. "You're going to have to wait and see," he said back placating her, "This deal is going to benefit all of us."

Cassandra calmed down a little and gave him a wicked smile. She went back to her filing and said, "One of these days you will feel my wrath."

With a look of seriousness, Methos told her, "Of all the women I've loved, you rank up there at number…sixteen?"

"Shut up!" Cassandra yelled throwing her file at him.

The passengers around them showed their displeasure until an air marshal got out of his seat to inquire, "Do you two need to be let off?"

Both immortals said, "No, we'll behave."

"At least I will," Cassandra added. "You can toss him out anytime."

The feeling of the plane gathering speed and lifting off always gave Methos a surge of adrenalin. He winked at Cassandra and commented, "Destiny awaits us."

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Connor MacLeod tracked down the archeologist that excavated the grounds where he once lived over 500 years ago.

Arriving at the Institute, he was well prepared, dressed in a dark brown suite and wearing glasses. He showed his credentials and documents of acquisition to those in charge. Then he demanded to see the remains.

Mr. Larimer appeared from a back room. Connor went to greet him and shook his hand saying, "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

"Not at all, Mr. Nash I look forward to helping you find your ancestors remains." The director said as he read the documents while showing Connor the back storage room.

While Mr. Larimer searched through files he spoke, "The dig was done by students last year and some of the papers are misfiled."

Connor walked around looking at all the labeled boxes trying to guess which one held Heather and Ramirez.

"Ah, here it is." Mr. Larimer declared showing the report to Connor. "We found some strange inconsistencies Mr. Nash. I'm sure you will agree this needs further study."

Connor read the report, "The skeletons appear to be in excellent condition. The male was decapitated but the female died at a later date of old age. No indication of who buried them together so many years apart. The bones of the male gave unusual reading for carbon dating back one thousand years. The gravesite and the body of the female are approximately four hundred years ago."

Connor smiled and said quietly, "You old peacock, you lied about your age. I should leave you here."

As if he could hear the voice of his mentor saying, "You better take my bones, MacLeod. I wish no more experiments. Besides I didn't lie, I embellished."

Turning to the director, Connor told him, "This report seems normal and I can't allow any more analysis on my ancestor's bones."

Looking disappointed Mr. Larimer replied, "Very well Mr. Nash, the remains will be prepared to be shipped back to Scotland."

"Thank you," said Connor as he shook the man's hand. He told him, "I'll be back later with transportation. Good day to you."

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