Boots scuffed on the crumbled concrete floor and stopped. "Dammit, Adam," Amy panted still on her knees, "I told you to get out of here! What if I hadn't been able to hold my shields against all of them? What if you'd been shot?"

"What, indeed?" Methos set his mouth in a hard line and tucked his hand gun away into his trench coat, a small gesture, really, but enough to startle her. Then and only then did she notice the body sprawled on the ground between them. Amy glanced from it, to Methos, and back to the body. A gun lay on the ground where it had fallen. A gun that would have been used on her before she'd have realized what was coming.

Her anger left like the rush of air released from a balloon. "Oh."

"Yes, oh. Twice." He pointed across the building to another form sprawled beside a fallen slag bucket. "If you can't watch your own back any better than that, how have you managed to live this long?"

"I - I…" She shut her mouth, knowing there was no excuse. Not really. She'd been put through multi-attacker situations before and hadn't made such an egregious error. Either she was slipping from lack of practice, or - She shoved the thought aside for later and stooped down by the body, verifying a point of curiosity.

"No sense in us being here when the police show up," Methos tried to hurry her along.

Amy groaned and tried to stand back up. "Worse. Metaphysically, that was about as subtle as an atomic bomb test. And their bosses are probably close."

"Come on, then." Methos dropped her arm around his neck, wrapped his arm around her back and lifted. With a half carry, half drag, he hurried back to the car. The were two friends out for a stroll in the damp afternoon. In an abandoned industrial zone. Perfectly normal. Ignore the fact that the small chick couldn't walk three feet on her own. This was not connected to the six bodies back there, not at all. He helped her into the passenger seat before hurrying to his side and climbing in.

"Amy?"

"Hmm?"

"Little distracted?" Methos paused at the corner with a quick scan for oncoming cars. Less to stay out of a wreck than to look for unwelcome company on the street.

"No."

"Right. What's going on?"

"It's been a long time since I've dealt with an attack like that, that's all."

"Anybody you know?"

"Remember that attention I'd gotten, before breaking into your place?" Amy waited for Methos' nod. "Them, I'm sure."

He blew a soft whistle.

"Yeah." She sighed. "You asked once how many people were like my brothers and me? They weren't half breeds, but that's what it looks like sometimes when somebody's got diluted blood from the old magic-users. I'm not ready to leave Paris again, but if they found me… I wonder…"

"Wonder what?" Methos looked over his shoulder and smoothly merged onto the autoroute.

"If I'll have nightmares again," she whispered before catching herself and saying what she had meant to say. "How they knew this time. It's not like I've been sending up signal flares."

"Come to my place."

"What?"

"Stay at my flat tonight. We'll stay up all night, drink beer, and share war stories. No sleep, no bad dreams!"

Amy laughed and caught the flash of smile on Methos' face. And there it was, was it? Trust? Were they finally, finally back to before?

"How did you know they were telepaths?"

"Huh?"

"You really better not be alone for a while. How did you know that they," he jerked his head back in the general direction they had left, "were telepaths?"

"They were… How to explain it? I could feel them kind of poking and prodding at my head when we got close. And at least one of them was actually projecting. Rather loudly. They really must not have been well trained or prepared."

"They were able to keep you on the defense. And two got behind you."

"No, I mean…" Amy struggled to explain. "It's not… Having four of them combining mental and physical attacks was smart. I don't care how powerful people are, defending both fronts is difficult and exhausting. Keeping two more back was smart. Yeah, they were prepared in that way. If they hadn't been so obvious with their presence, I would have been caught by surprise and been in a lot of trouble from the get go."

Methos stared at Amy for several seconds, his jaw slack.

"I'm glad you didn't leave. Thank you," Amy said before hunching down in her seat and closing her eyes.