Revelations

Pun intended. There are Flashbacks in this chapter.

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It's nice to wake up in my own bed.

I've made sure the one at the bar is comfortable, but it doesn't come with my own bathroom and kitchen. Neither with the quiet and calm of waking up at home, that's mostly experience, of course, I don't sleep at the bar unless something is up.

I take my time, read the newspaper with my coffee, enjoying the calm when I can. That lasts for about half an hour. I answer the phone without much hope for a continued peaceful morning.

"Pierson just walked into Duncan's dojo."

"Are you kidding me? Cassandra is there! Don't let him go in!" I'm not sure who exactly is calling, one of the spec-ops guys, but I can't be bothered to place him right now.

"I know. We tried intercepting, but he just signed back-off."

What the hell, Methos? He knows Cassandra is in town. He's the one who warned me, damn it!

But he might not know she's with Duncan. Is he trying to warn Duncan? He must know Duncan won't leave. And that Cassandra is likely to seek him out when in Seacouver. Damn it I thought he had left town. Is it worse if Cassandra or Koren finds him?

I stay on the line, and whoever doesn't try to hang up on me. We wait in tensed silence. I've time to think. It's Mateo, he usually works with Andrea, she's probably the second one in the car.

I've had time to build up a fairly large panic before Mateo reports. "Pierson's coming out. He's looking over his shoulder and moving very quickly, not quite running, for his car.

Damn it! He just signed "call for backup", and "stay put", before getting in the car. Good placement too, even if someone was looking from inside the Dojo, they wouldn't have seen it.

Cassandra is our primary, we're staying. But I'm calling that backup, now."

"You do that." I agree. "I'll be in the bar within half an hour." I inform them before we hang up.

O ~ O ~ O ~ O ~ O

After my second set yesterday, Toy confirmed that our transcripts were almost identical. The differences were only in my comments about Duncan's and Cassandra's expressions. We concluded that to be natural, but we still added a note to read Steven's report on the whole thing.

Then I went home to get some rest. It's probably the first time in months that I left before closing time… Actually. It isn't.

Methos has made me take nights off every now and then. We've been to the Theater, Movies and a couple of museums.

Methos… My gut has kept saying he's in the middle of this, despite the fact that he was supposed to have left town. My instincts have always been far better than my intellect at reading Methos, I'm not about to ignore them now.

I try to parse my relationship and knowledge of him. What do I truly know?

First the kidnapping: Which actually was… civilized, is the only word that comes to mind. About as friendly as you can be, without being stupid.

Methos hasn't made it to 5000 without making hard decisions and being careless. But he went out of his way to find a solution that didn't include killing me. I'm sure some of the reasoning behind that was that he didn't want to make an enemy of Duncan. But still…

Then, when Duncan decided to tell Anne that he's Immortal, I sent an email to Methos. Informing him that I was coming to Paris, soon. While desperately trying to get a flight to be there, preferably before Anne.

Methos called me back within minutes, offering a flight two hours later. Apologizing that it wouldn't be as comfortable as the private jet, but that I would be in Paris before Anne. I took the offer without further arguments, there was no time for that if I was to make it to the airport in time.

I ended up on a cargo flight, two pilots and me. It wasn't that uncomfortable. A comfortable chair and a simple bed, a lot better than an economy class transatlantic flight. One of the Pilots had even scoured up a meal-pack for me. When we landed, I was fed, caffeinated, and well rested.

I was also very nervous, having had far too much time to wonder what Methos would want in return for this. It turned out, he just wanted to make sure I didn't have to tell the Watchers how I knew Duncan would tell Anne that he's Immortal. He was very reasonable and calm about it.

Fuck! And I'm suddenly wondering why I didn't question it more. Looking back; the discussion feels a lot less logical. Anyways, too late to change that.

Methos stayed out of my way when I was Watching Duncan, and was very much Adam at the time. Until the issue with Christine and Kalas. Actually, he was very much Adam for that too. And very, very, human. Enough that I didn't question it at all, not even when he expertly manipulated Duncan into winning the fight.

After Kalas, Methos told me, he had managed to get the Watchers to pay for a research trip. Then asked if I would mind if he transferred to Northwest America after it. I didn't, of course, and he promised to send postcards before he disappeared.

Still, I was surprised when Duncan showed me the one he had gotten when we returned from Scotland. Duncan probably only showed it to me because Methos sent greetings to me in it.

I never told Duncan about the one waiting when I got home, or the next. Mainly because the second came in the footsteps of the Charlie and Cord mess, we weren't talking.

Then Richie returned. Two weeks later Kanis was hounding Duncan, Richie was hunting Tessa's killer, and I was at the bar. Drinking in self-pity, waiting for news…

~ O ~ Flashback: Episode S04 E04 "Leader of The Pack" ~ O ~

Two beers before I change into tequila. I know it's stupid to drink like this, but right now I can't be bothered to care. I down another shot of tequila, wishing I had my guitar closer. But the stage is probably too difficult for me to reach at the moment.

Someone is coming from the office. A Watcher then. I wonder if Kanis has already gotten to Duncan. Or if Richie has committed his first murder. Fuck this! I pour another shot.

When almost silent footsteps enter the bar; I, just ask. "I don't suppose you could handle me my guitar? It's by the stage."

The steps alter direction without pause. I catch someone picking up my guitar-case in the corner of my eye. Familiar, but I can't place him right away, probably one of the trainees then.

Unopened but carefully, and with the right side up, the guitar-case slides at the bar in front of me. Pushing the half full tequila bottle out of reach, but leaving the glass next to me, so I don't complain.

Without acknowledging him, I open it and pick up my guitar. Carefully since I'm not exactly steady. I close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Then start playing.

The glass next to me has gotten company without me noticing, a larger one with orange juice. I hesitate a little, warring between wanting to get plastered and getting information. I drink half of the orange juice.

Still ignoring my company, I keep playing.

I register the smell of coffee, a little later the brewer is gurgling. He's doing a good job at being unnoticed while still appearing to belong. I'll have to make sure to write something good about him in the report, we need that kind of talent.

I do notice when the coffee cup replaces the still full tequila glass. That hand doesn't belong to any of the trainees. I turn to him. Same big sweater and jeans that he favors. The hair is a little longer, but otherwise unchanged. Naturally. I almost snort at the sight, it's so familiar.

He's reading, the report on Kanis I think… "You're here already? I had the impression you would stay longer than the official research stipend would grant."

He shrugs, glancing at me a little shyly. "Yes, and no. I have a couple of weeks of vacation before I'm supposed to start working again. However, I need to finalize my living situation, and transfer my work before then.

I was hoping you would have time to explore the nightlife with me." I get a small grin.

Not as shy as Adam was, but still not taking space, the way I'm used to seeing Immortals do. He really is an expert at being underestimated.

"You'll be living in Spokane, I assume. Never did understand why the hell we have the main library there. Wouldn't Olympia have been a better choice?" I drink some coffee, trying to sober up a little.

"Sea air." He answers absently, still reading.

"What?" I'm trying to figure if it's me or him not making any sense. But considering that half bottle of tequila, I guess it's probably me.

A chuckle, the eyes glittering a little. "More coffee?" He's already reaching for the pot, still reading the report in his other hand. "When the library was placed, air-conditioning wasn't invented yet. Sea air is really bad for preserving old manuscripts."

Of course, I feel stupid. Accepting the refill with a grunt. Apparently, it isn't something he needs to look up for either. I've seen him read and write at the same time before, and know that he's fully capable of reading and discussing a different subject at the same time too. And that's when I'm sober.

I sip coffee and try to get my thoughts in order. I didn't expect him yet. But naturally I've fantasized about it, how I get him to tell me things, or explain old mysteries… I certainly didn't expect to be caught self-pitying and drunk.

Putting down the report, Methos finally gives me his full attention. "Not a kill in Seacouver yet. Do you expect the dog-boy to change his M.O. and take Duncan tonight?"

Realizing I've been staring at him, I quickly focus on the coffee. "No, but probably within a couple of days, he's not patient. That tactic would be even more effective if he was." I agree with him. Then confess. "I thought you might be here to tell me that Richie has just murdered his first mortal."

I doubt Methos will judge Richie for it. Less sure about myself. It's not like it's a life-or-death situation for Richie, or that the boy will have an honest chance to defend himself.

But I would also be slightly murderous if someone killed me and a friend, so I probably shouldn't be judging him. I suspect Richie had a little more than just friendly feelings about Tessa. Not quite parental, but not exactly a crush either, still more than a friend…

"Will you tell me?" Methos asks.

I do, alternating between the juice and coffee. Then finish with explaining that Duncan backed out when he learned the girlfriend is pregnant.

"Richie has a case of survivors guilt, and is too young to grasp the consequences. Do you know what Duncan said to Richie?" Methos seems unsurprised.

"Not exactly. According to Richie, something along the way of "Don't do it." But Duncan won't stop, or forbid, him either."

Methos hums. "I doubt he could without destroying their relationship. Duncan hasn't been an authoritative Teacher from the beginning, that has its sides. Good and bad."

"You would've been more authoritative then?" I can't help being curious.

"Difficult to say, with someone so young, probably. On the other hand, he might've run out on me instead." Methos laughs a little and shrugs.

Yeah, maybe before he became Immortal. After, not so sure about that. Students seem to stick with their First Teachers, no matter how abusive. But apparently, we're not acknowledging that right now.

As if reading my mind, Methos changes the subject. "Spokane, yes. Unless some other Group requests me permanently. I've said that I'm fine with either, as long as I get a primary home somewhere. Not going to run all over the North West, thank you.

He gives me a rather big smile, for Adam (A grin? Does Methos grin? Adam wouldn't have.) before continuing. "I've good scores on profiling, and modern research. I made sure to flunk most the field courses, of course, but my mentors realized it was intentional. It won't be too unbelievable when I upgrade my credentials to fit the Group system."

So, that's why he's here then. It's a little bit more attitude than I'm used to from Adam, but generally the same guy. Everything I've seen of Methos so far, says he will avoid fighting as much as possible. He'll do what he has to, to survive. That's not the same.

He's not here to hunt heads, he's invested in his role as a Watcher… Yeah, I'll try to get him assigned to Seacouver. Unless I think of a reason not to.

Tomorrow when I'm properly sober.

We've had an upswing in Immortal activity, so it should be easy. Especially if he can do his own research when we don't need him…

"I'm definitely going to try. Beer for storytelling still in offer?" I check.

"Generally speaking, yes. But as the designated driver tonight. A thermos of coffee and a couple of sandwiches will have to do."

~ O ~ End Flashback ~ O ~

I'm still not entirely sure how we ended up in my car, not far from Duncan's place. But Methos had no issues driving my car there, and I was sober before Duncan left the next day.

We had hours to talk, and touched a lot of subjects, without going into depth on most of them.

I got confirmation of one Watcher theory: Methos spent most the night with his back to the Dojo, just in case. Saying that, by not looking in that direction, he could get much closer without being felt. Mutual eyesight, no matter if knowing, will cause the feeling of the others Presence at a far larger distance than otherwise. We have suspected that for a long time. He also mentioned some headhunters being able to momentarily "cast" their Presence further away than usual before we changed the subject.

I told him about Cord. He knows the backstory, of course, since it's how, I became a Watcher.

Methos thought about it, asked a couple of clarifying questions and then shrugged. "You asked MacLeod to honor your debt to Cord. MacLeod chose to make a deal with Cord, in honor of said debt. After that, Cord chose to disregard this deal. Therefore, MacLeod killed Cord?" He clarified.

I affirmed.

"Sorry Joe, I don't see how any of this is your fault. I don't think you had anything to apologize for. Had you tried to stop Duncan after Cord killed his friend, it would've been another thing."

I told him of Duncan's words when I did apologize.

He answered with a little smirk. "Duncan MacLeod, of The Clan MacLeod, is yet to understand the difference between mortals and immortals. It's not what he thinks it is.

As for the relationship between Watcher and immortal. Yes, it's complicated. Not least because he has to respect your Calling as much as he respects you. I don't think he has realized that.

I honestly believe Duncan would think less of you, if you didn't honor your debt to Cord. I know I would. That Cord choose to betray your loyalty, is in no way your fault. He got what he deserved for it. I think Duncan will agree, once he stops hurting the loss of his friend. You know lashing out is common when grieving."

Calling? I wondered then. At the time, I did a double take and shrugged it off. I just hadn't thought about it in those terms before that. Now, I think I should've thought more about it. He wasn't, isn't, wrong.

Methos was right. Duncan and I have gotten beyond that. Several times, since. But through everything, Methos has stood by me, supported me. Even when he disagreed with my choices, he always respected them. He has issued no ultimatums, or drawn any lines.

Still, I have never been uncertain of his opinions. Not like Adam, who would withdraw from any conflicts. That conversation was also one, of the very few times when Methos has openly said anything about his own moral stance in anything…

Methos did turn to look at Duncan's Quickening, muttering with a frown. "Kanis wasn't that powerful."

I will always wonder if Duncan's Dark Quickening could've been avoided if I had asked about that comment. At the time, I didn't know Methos well enough to dare push. Or to be sure it wasn't a derogatory remark.

I managed to get Adam Pierson assigned to Seacouver Group, our first pure Researcher, all the others were mainly Field Watchers back then. Methos secured an apartment contract, and promised to return when he gained access to it.

~ O ~

He had just left town when Amanda and Kit O'Brady arrived.

Methos returned shortly after Amanda left again. When I asked if it was coincidental, Methos just shrugged and changed the subject. I assumed that it was. In hindsight that was naïve of me, but I still don't know for sure.

I was with Methos in Spokane. Dealing with paperwork, transfer of books, not to mention the local nightlife. When I was called back. Because Kristin Gilles began establishing herself in Seacouver.

Making it just in time for Duncan's showdown with Kamir. It took less than two weeks for the shit to hit the fan, and for Methos to get involved, doing what Duncan was unable to do.

Duncan has blind spots a mile wide when it comes to women and children, I almost wish Methos had been in town for Kenneth too. But then again, maybe Methos wouldn't have cared. Kenneth wasn't a danger to the secret of Immortality, and Methos was pretty explicit in his explanation of why he felt the need to deal with Kristin.

~ O ~

After that we had some quiet time. Duncan and Methos were building a friendship, including me much of the time. Music, theater and movies. The occasional sports and poetry readings.

Not to mention lectures at the university, those were a hoot! Methos was criticizing, more or less loudly, throughout. While Duncan was either laughing or trying to quiet him down, often both at the same time. It's a miracle we weren't thrown out permanently!

That stopped when Methos noticed Alexa. After that; the sharp sarcasm melted back into Adam Pierson's soft but unyielding stubbornness. Duncan was distracted with Claudia and Walter, but ever the romantic, he was happy and sad for them when they left.

~ O ~

Then Duncan got the Dark Quickening. I was still in Seacouver when Methos first got hold of Duncan. And on a plane to Europe, when Duncan took Sean Burns' head.

Duncan has confessed to me he took it, and that Methos was there, but the official report remains "unknown Immortal". Since Sean's Watcher wasn't there, and Methos didn't report seeing it either.

Exactly what happened after that I'm not sure. Just that Duncan returned to Paris. Himself again, without Methos, but in the company of Rachel MacLeod.

I got a complaint about sending a "Historian" into the field. It was my pleasure to educate Claude in the Group system, and explain that Adam Pierson had gained his credentials for field work shortly after his move to Seacouver. Almost worth the flight, just for that.

~ O ~

On the heels of that came the mess with Rebecca's crystals.

I'm not entirely certain what happened during that either. I was back in Seacouver for a regional-meeting, and introduction of new trainees.

Duncan and Amanda lost their Watchers every time they left the barge. And Neither Duncan, Methos, or Amanda, likes to talk about it. I know Amanda and Methos tried to steal the crystals, more than once… But not if it was together or separately.

I know that Amanda thought Methos was after her, for a while. That Duncan ended up in the middle, like he usually does.

I know several Watchers were involved, and never seen again. That the crystals were lost in the river, in connection with an explosion. And that Methos went straight back to Alexa's deathbed after.

Duncan explained that finding the crystals on the muddy bottom, in the strong stream, would be neigh impossible. The Watchers have only found one piece so far. I guess he knew what he was talking about.

Amanda distracted Duncan after that, it gave me time to start digging into the whole crystal mess. Something that I probably should've been far more careful about, in hindsight.

I did fly to Russia to see a couple of their performances, and to introduce myself to the Watchers in their troupe, before returning to Seacouver.

~ O ~

It wasn't long before I flew back to Europe again.

When Alexa stopped breathing, Methos had everything prepared, just a couple of signatures and the funeral was on the way. Then he just stood there, as if uncertain about what to do until the funeral, looking so much "the lost boy" my heart ached.

"Do you want a ride to the hotel?" I asked, uncertain.

He just shook his head emphatically. We stood there awkwardly a couple of moments.

Methos was the first to speak, trying to explain with a broken voice. "The room, all the research… the Methuselah stone, Rebecca's crystals. Can't go back there yet…"

"I've an extra bed. My room?" I offered.

His broken, "Please." And the quiet "Thank you, Joe." When we were in my room, almost broke my heart. That night he cried in my arms, showing me pictures of the places they had been too.

The next morning we packed up his room together and flew back to Paris. Methos was solemn but collected throughout. But once in his apartment, where more evidence of his frantic research was everywhere, he nearly broke apart again.

I packed up clothes and necessities for a couple of days, taking him to my place.

The funeral was the day after that. Methos stayed with me afterward, only going back to the apartment to start packing it up. He wasn't going to keep it, having mostly moved to Seacouver already, anyways.

He then continued with sorting out the private things at Shakespeare And Company. All in all, a decent coping mechanism.

But those stairs has almost killed me before: So, I left him to it during the days. Being quite busy myself, with digging into what was happening within the Watchers.

Just trying to find some interesting entertainment for us in the evenings.

~ O ~

About a week later I got a call from Seacouver. Duncan was there, and had just heard that I wasn't. Duncan arrived in Paris, the same day as Alexa's tombstone was finally placed.

After discussing it with Methos, we decided to let them reacquaint themselves without me.

I Watched from afar when, naturally, they managed to come across an Immortal when leaving the graveyard. I still have to wonder how those things only happen when Duncan is around? Never with just me and Methos.

Once I made it back to the bar, Methos was already there. More sarcastic and collected than he had been before Duncan's arrival. As much as I enjoy the sarcastic wit, "Adam's" quiet grief felt more honest. But I wasn't surprised about that, his survival instincts wouldn't let him be too vulnerable with several other Immortals around.

We made a bet who Duncan would ask for Warren Cochrane's Chronicles first. We also argued whether or not we should let him have it, while reading it ourselves.

Methos was all for letting Duncan deal with Warren. I had to concede when Methos snidely asked what other options there were for dealing with him. The Watchers couldn't go near anyone that close to Duncan. And Warren wasn't nearly as dangerous as Kristin's carelessness had been.

Besides, Methos didn't seem prepared to step up this time. Which was perfectly in line with his reaction to Kristin's Quickening. I'm honestly not sure he was even carrying a sword in his everyday life yet, then.

The usual Immortal solutions, people in Europe that confused Immortals would normally have turned to... Sean, Darius, brother Paul, even Rebecca occasionally… I did wonder whom of them Methos would have gone to, to grieve if they were still around. But we really were out of other options.

~ O ~

We got a couple of weeks when things were relatively calm after that. The habit of going out all three together was picked up again. Even if Duncan would occasionally leave us for some lady.

Methos became more open with stories of his past than before. But how embellished they are I'm not sure of. Grand tales, and sweeping statements, are how he tells things of his personal past.

The nights Duncan had other things to do, we often had calmer conversations. We would discuss ordinary life, and changes, from different times. Another thing that has become a habit of our since.

~ O ~

I had to return to Seacouver, some bullshit, can't even remember why it was so fucking urgent. I was less than thrilled at leaving Methos alone in my place, he would still go nearly apathetic if he had too long to think.

He assured me he would bum at Duncan's instead. The grin had me laughing, of course, the old fox wouldn't allow himself to fall into depression or something. If there's one thing I trust, it's his self-preservation.

The next weeks I got hilarious stories whenever talking to Methos. The real treasure was Duncan's story of how he first met Robert de Valicourt. "Adam," pointed out, in his official report that it was a word for word transcript of how Duncan told it to another Immortal, and that he took no responsibility for its accuracy beyond that.

It's now included in the official Chronicles, something I've been unable to do with too many others.

~ O ~

Another week later "The Call" came: "Duncan MacLeod lost a Challenge." I didn't think of trying to get hold of Methos. I probably wouldn't have tried, even if I did. Assuming he would've disappeared the second Duncan fell, if not before.

I've known the risks all along, and I wasn't going to break my word to Methos. Not then, and not now. I don't think Duncan even considered any risks beyond the immediate ones to our lives.

I was truly touched; if not particularly hopeful, when Methos did his bit at my Trial. I know he saw the larger picture. His attempt at helping was actually pretty good. While Duncan was all over the place, trying to "defend" us. He probably did as much good as bad. But I think we might have made it… If Galati hadn't killed David just then.

I hope to God I'll never have to dig up that much courage again. It hurts like fuck to get shot. Knowing that would make it a lot harder a second time.

~ O ~

The time after that is both crystal clear and a haze. It felt like I woke up, and everything happened at once. But it took a month before I could get out of bed without help, and another two weeks before Methos allowed me to leave the cellar, so that's impossible.

I'm still a little pissed nothing was done to stop them from Hunting an Immortal in almost two months. But considering all the European Regional-heads were killed at the same time, the confusion must have been epic. And Jack was the highest-ranking survivor.

I know, now that the newly elevated head of spec-ops, together with various heads of research, locked down the headquarters and most other avenues of support and information. But lacked the manpower to deal with those choosing to follow Jack at the time. Especially since Jack got hold of one of the larger weapon's stashes.

Methos was right, of course, I was lying to myself. When we caught Galati, I knew Jack would never let the Immortal that actually killed David live. I just refused to admit it to myself.

Methos has shown no regret for helping with finding Galati. But he was furious that no one reacted to stop Jack earlier. There's been a lot of reorganization since, and I suspect Methos has been helping with mapping sympathies.

I can't help wondering how much he's hiding. How dangerous he could be if pushed? But I also recognize what he will do for a friend. It's very much like him to take a risk for a friend.

God, I hope he left town after talking to Duncan!

O ~ O ~ O ~ O ~ O

I've hardly gotten through the bar door before Duncan comes barging in. Apparently having assumed I was on my way here when I didn't answer either phone.

No Cassandra, thank God! No other Watchers either. We can talk freely.

But Duncan is confused, and on the warpath. Apparently, Cassandra now remembers Methos being the one who was actually worst, when before she was all about Kronos.

I argue in Methos defense, but we both know I don't know any more than Duncan does. I feel terrible for the implied lie when I tell him, perfectly truthfully that haven't seen him since this mess began.

Duncan storms out again, on the hunt for "The Truth." I consider what Duncan said, what he said Cassandra said...

I won't fool myself into thinking Methos has gone through 5000 years without being a soldier or warrior at some point. I don't know why Duncan is so surprised.

And I hold no illusions that owning slaves in Greece or Rome was any better than any other time in history, something we know Methos did. Something he hasn't denied, even if he hasn't spelled it out for Duncan either.

Yes, I can actually believe Methos raping and killing. Even today, rape is a very real side-effect of conflict, and BCE 1000… It would have been a matter, of course. I've a harder time seeing him enjoying it for the sake of it, to go looking for it.

I don't think Duncan has faced the reality of how the world looked back then. I snort at myself. Sometimes I wonder if he has ever seen the world as it really is.

As far as the Watchers know, Duncan has never raped anyone himself. But I know for a fact that on a couple of occasions in the past, he has not interfered, "not noticed" when others have raped people near him…

And some of those "British soldiers" he took revenge on, they were no older than 15. Today that's children, even if it wasn't then. There are also several women listed among the collateral damage of his rampage. And that is not even counting the things he did as an official soldier.

I have to give it to Duncan: He stopped participating in wars, when wars stopped being about lining up the opponents on a battlefield. But I still don't think he has a high horse to sit on in this, just because his bouts of berserk were less successful.

If they rode together for a thousand years. And that is still an if, I think. Well… Let's be honest, if they spent a millennium together, and then parted ways without either ending up dead… That's a whole lot of loyalty.

I could actually see Kronos first actions as trying to find out if Methos has gone completely bonkers. After reassuring himself that The Messenger wasn't really Methos, he just kept an eye on things. No wonder Kronos got on Cassandra's tail when she started hunting Methos. Even if it was the fake one…

I can definitely see Methos remaining loyal for a very long time, even to another Immortal. But living in a dirty camp, when there were libraries and luxuries to be had in other places… Not sure he'd be that loyal.

The thought of Methos and Kronos teaming up is chilling. But I'll admit that, right now, I feel far more threatened by Cassandra.

O ~ O ~ O ~ O ~ O

Tara calls to update me: She and Adam are following Duncan. But they have to be careful because Cassandra is also following Duncan. Andrea and Mateo are still on Cassandra duty. But their mobile phone is low on battery; they will only use it if absolutely necessary.

Not that much later I get a message: Cassandra spotted an Immortal, she's hunting. Need backup. Followed by coordinates.

Tara calls again: She's being picked up by Sarah and Willie, to assist Andrea and Mateo. Then asking me if I can watch Duncan. Apparently, he is headed home now.

I'm there before Duncan, but not by much.

Duncan found Methos, and it doesn't take long before we're arguing about him. I try very hard not to think about the consequences of spec-ops knowing "Adam Pierson" is Methos.

Sometimes I wonder if Duncan is willfully blind to his surroundings? And he now claims Methos said he enjoyed killing women and children. Luckily, we're interrupted before it can get too heated.

Sarah calls to tell me that Cassandra has found Kronos. She gives me the address, and asks that I don't follow Duncan there.

I'm getting an ugly feeling that we're having far too many secrets going on here. But I still tell Duncan where they are.

I rarely pray honestly. But today I seem to be picking psalms when I play the guitar, waiting.

O ~ O ~ O ~ O ~ O

Both Duncan and Cassandra made it back to the loft. Toy and Steven have the evening shift. Mateo and Willie will change with them, once they've gotten some sleep. Sarah, Andrea, and Adam are to debrief with me.

As soon as everyone else is out of my office, Adam turns to me. "Please, tell me that you knew Adam Pierson is Immortal."

I was almost expecting a shot in the head, spec-ops are not known for being nice to traitors. On the bright side, at least they wouldn't painfully fail to kill me.

No point in lying now. "Yes, I know."

"How old?" Andrea asks.

That question pretty much reveals they don't know he's Methos. Facts only, and careful honesty, might salvage this. "Not certain. Duncan thinks old. Cassandra says he is one of the Horsemen. That'd make him really old."

"Thank Watcher. Then we might not have a complete catastrophe." Andrea and Adam say, almost in unison.

Sarah seems a little amused, but turns to me. "Most of the old Immortals seem to be aware of us. It's hardly surprising, considering how long they've had to find a clumsy Watcher.

What's a little more surprising; is that they're generally respecting our work. Even Koren does, in his way."

I can't help my grimace, but she's not wrong about that.

"The Hunters aren't the first time Watchers have gone rogue. And Duncan isn't the first Immortal who's made a point of explaining how bad of an idea that is." Adam tells me. "Koren was hinting he was hoping for another go."

OH, fuck! The idea of Methos and Kronos teaming up just got a whole lot scarier. Thankfully, no one expects my input right now. They get into the actual debriefing.

Andrea begins. "As you know, Cassandra was following Duncan today, but got side tracked quickly. We never saw the Immortal she was following, but ended up outside the power station. Cassandra actually collected herself and made a thorough examination of the surroundings before going inside.

In the meantime, I got inside to scout the place. I didn't get very far before Kronos had me with a knife at the throat. "Did I not make myself clear last time, Pet?"

She looks at me. "Last time he spoke to anyone it was to explain "the rules". Rule one is that we do NOT watch him. "Apologies, I didn't know You were here, Sir." I tried. He laughed and told me to find a good place to hide.

I was making my way out of there when I heard Cassandra's voice, it had a strange echo. "You're weak, Kronos. Tired. All you want to do is close your eyes. You have to close your eyes."

"Why? So you can kiss me?" Kronos mocking voice answered.

"Your sword grows heavy." Cassandra tried again.

"Make love to me before I kill you, and cut the feeble tricks. They won't work on me." Kronos voice was filled with laughter. Not like he was laughing, more like others laughing in the background somewhere. Suddenly, I was nauseous and nearly blacking out to the sound of a sword fight.

The next thing I remember clearly; is Kronos talking from somewhere below me.

"You, witch! You're dead! Come out now, and I'll make it quick. If you don't, you're going to be begging me to kill you."

"Then let's make it quick, 'cause I can't wait." A male answered. It took me a moment to recognize Duncan MacLeod's voice.

Kronos laughed. "I guess it's true. You wait long enough… Everything comes back.

"Come and get it." Duncan asks him.

And then sounds of fighting. I was a little torn between trying to get closer, or out of there. Luckily getting down to ground level was a combination of both.

Once down, I saw a shadow. Then fire, it smelled of gasoline. By then I was angling to get out of there. The potential combination of power station, gasoline and powerful Quickening, wasn't tempting me to stay." She chuckles a little.

Yeah, I get that.

"In the meantime." Sarah takes over the narrative. "We had barely gotten there before Pierson called me: Asking if we had eyes on Cassandra. I confirmed we had. Without mentioning where we were since my last update said Pierson is Immortal, and Duncan was accusing him of being one of Cassandra's Horsemen.

Pierson informed me. "If she has found her way to the power station, you might want to get Duncan there, before Kronos takes her head. That Quickening will make Kalas look like a light bulb going out, in comparison."

I called you." I get a grim nod. "Cassandra was still checking out the area around the power plant. We spread out to get the best possible vantages, without becoming lightning rods. Duncan arrived not long after Cassandra entered the plant with a drawn sword. He just went right inside. A couple of minutes later Pierson exits the building on the seaside, carrying an unconscious Cassandra.

She woke up a little, Willie thinks they exchanged some words. But Pierson dropped her into the bay without pause, calmly returning inside. It was a pretty strong tide; it would've been difficult for her to get back.

Willie says Pierson looked like he was dropping off the trash. When I asked him to elaborate, he explained: Something boring you do every day, usually when on the way to something more important. Glad to get rid of the smell, but nothing you think further of."

I can't help giggling a little at that, imagining Methos' bored, slightly disgusted, face.

Sarah also smiled a little "We can't put that in her Chronicles, but I'll make sure it remains in the Journals." She promises. "Then Andrea came out about the same time as the fire alarm went off. Moments later Duncan returned to his car, going home.

Everyone withdrew, but Tara. Steven has joined her since. Their last report says that the firemen easily put the fire out. They are treating it like arson, but more in the category of prank, or "a night gone wrong" than an actual attempt at destroying the building. Apparently, the fire-alarm was set of manually…"

Methos separated them… I doubt we'll ever know whose life he saved that way. I need to know what happened between Methos and Duncan. I turn to Adam.

"Do we have any other name on Pierson?" He asks me.

Of course, he would ask the one question that I don't want to answer. My hand moves unconsciously for my chest, the scars. "Doctor, something. Yeah. And, at least, one other Watcher." I avoid the answer.

"Oh," Everyone mutters.

Sarah glances at Andrea, she nods slightly.

And apparently that is enough because Adam launches into his report. "Duncan went to Pierson's place first, then to the University.

Pierson was picking up his stuff there. We would love to know how Duncan figured that out. But either way. Pierson reacted to Duncan's presence. He made no move to pull a weapon when seeing Duncan.

Closing in on Pierson, Duncan asked from his car, "Going somewhere?"

Pierson sighed, "You shouldn't be here." Then resumed packing his car.

Duncan kept moving "What are you running from, the question or the answer?"

"There is no answer, MacLeod" Pierson hardly glanced at Duncan. "Let it be." Putting his last things in.

Duncan stopped a little bit away. "Is what she said true?"

"Heh…" Pierson shook his head and made a one-handed gesture for Duncan to keep his distance. "I'm out of here." Closing the trunk.

"No, you're not." Duncan cut in front of Pierson from the side, unthreatening.

Pierson walked straight at him, ignoring Duncan, who pushed Pierson back. "You're not out of here." One hand on the car, blocking the way. "Is what she said true?" Moving closer.

For all that Duncan was crowding and pushing Pierson, I didn't feel like there was any real threat.

And the way Pierson moved, considering he's a surprisingly good field Watcher. Or maybe not so surprisingly, actually." I get a wry smile. "Anyways: Pierson allowed himself to be pushed back. Made it look like he was moving uncomfortably, shaking his head again, and got a good look around at the same time.

I would be surprised if he didn't spot me, not a lot of good cover there. I'd say everything said from there on is compromised information. But not necessarily false.

Pierson closed on Duncan "It's… ghg." A tired sigh. He was sooo fed-up with the whole conversation, you know?

Then: Close, up at Duncan's face, he told him, with an intensity I've never seen in Pierson before. "The times were different, MacLeod." Duncan did move back a little, looking like Pierson just broke his heart. He just kept going. "I was different. The whole bloody world was different. Okay?"

Duncan was very much not okay, but taking back the lost ground he demanded to know. "Did you kill all those people?"

Pierson held his ground. Then his entire demeanor changed. I hadn't realized he's as tall as Duncan. He grew, not just taller, but the shoulders too, they kind of dropped and straightened at the same time. A cold amusement, and the voice…

He said: "Yes." This time in Duncan's face, looking him straight in the eyes. "Is that what you want to hear? Killing was all I knew. Is that what you want to hear?"

Duncan nodded, already backing away. "It's enough."

Pierson grabbed Duncan and pushed him against the car. Then a second time, for emphasis. "No. It is not enough." Looking down at Duncan with dark amusement for a moment.

"I killed." He confirmed. "But I didn't just kill fifty. I didn't kill a hundred. I killed a thousand. I killed ten thousand!" He vows. Explaining. "And I was good at it."

Backing off just slightly, letting more of the amusement show, he continued with a mockingly light voice. "And it wasn't for vengeance. It wasn't for greed. It was because…" Letting go of Duncan he put his hands in the pockets. "...I liked it." A little mocking laugh.

Duncan nod along with Pierson's mockery, lips drawn in a stiff caricature of a smile.

Pierson kept on mocking Duncan. "Cassandra, was nothing. Her village, was nothing." A short laugh.

Then his voice changed again, deep and sincere, in a way nothing had been that far. "Do you know who I was?" He gave Duncan a second to respond. "I was death."

This time Duncan grabs Pierson. Turning them around, slamming him into the car.

Pierson's laughter was somewhere between mocking and insane. Duncan had that stiff grin again, looking somewhere between murderous and hysterical.

Undaunted Pierson kept mocking him. "Death. Death on a horse." Almost hanging from Duncan's grip on his coat, he taunted. "When mothers warned their children that the monster would get them." Pointing at himself Pierson made absolutely no move to get lose. "That monster was me."

The insanity gave way for intensity as Pierson held Duncan's gaze again. "I was the monster that kept them awake at night. Is that what you want to hear?!" The question ending in an almost roar.

Duncan seemed stunned.

Pierson was perfectly calm and collected when he continued, "The answer… is, Yes." A nod, and a cruel almost smirk. "Oh, yes."

They just watched each other a couple of moments, an eternity.

"We're through." Duncan declares. And damn it if he didn't look like he was about to cry.

They nodded at each other several times, as if to make sure neither was about to restart their "discussion". Then Duncan turned his back and went for the car.

Pierson was slightly breath-taken, but cold, when he watched Duncan's back. Then looked down a moment. Before starting to take off his coat, with an arrogantly lifted chin.

Duncan turned, saw it. Removed is own jacket before continuing for his car, throwing in the jacket before glancing back at Pierson.

Pierson finished removing his coat, with demonstrative iciness. Before throwing it in his car with a jerk, giving Duncan one last look.

Duncan drove off aggressively. I followed Duncan back to his home."

Adam looks around the room. "I'm pretty sure Pierson was acting about half the time. But, Watcher help me, I can't figure which half was the acting. I've no idea what they communicated with that last exchange of theirs, but it clearly signified something to them.

Actually, to be honest, I can't make heads or tails of anything in this encounter. I don't think I've ever seen a fight that intensive and still so nonviolent. Definitely never between Immortals.

You see, neither hesitated to get up close and personal, or to turn their back at each other. They were pushing each other around, and neither seemed to even consider that the other would pull a weapon, or something! Not even after they had parted in the most unfriendly way possible."

And, of course, they all turn to me, I am the closest thing to an expert on both of them. Fortunately, they are also giving me time to process.

"I think what you witnessed was a break up between mentor and mentee, possibly even Teacher and Student, from Duncan's point of view, at least.

Pierson has been trying to tell Duncan he's no Teacher, but Duncan hasn't quite agreed before. And, honestly, Pierson hasn't completely refused Duncan all the time. He has certainly used the "I've more experience" card repeatedly." I try to explain.

"I also suspect there's a debt involved. The last I heard before Duncan came back to Paris, after his Dark Quickening, was that he was with Pierson. Neither has spoken about it, I don't know anything for sure.

The "we're through" was basically a formal declaration of war between former allies. Or perhaps, more a "Next time I see you I will have to kill you, please stay away." From Duncan.

The posturing with coats: I assume was both wanting to give the other an opportunity to change their minds, and both were to prideful and stubborn to take the opportunity." I guess.

"Pierson, Pride? You've got to be…" Adam halts his incredulous outburst, looking at his far less surprised or incredulous teammates. "I've missed something?"

Sarah seems thoughtful.

Andrea is holding back a grin. "You just agreed you didn't know what part was acting. Apply the same thought to everything you know about "Researcher Adam Pierson, who happens to be surprisingly good at field work." And then add "not his first time in the Watchers" to that. And the fact that everyone has something they take pride in, won't compromise on. And believe me: Stubborn is just the first name on Pierson!"

She turns to me. "Duncan and Pierson disagree on moral matters often?"

I laugh. "I can count, on one hand, the times they've not disagreed entirely on a moral stance!"

I realize they actually need to know. "For your information. Both of them thinks that rampaging Immortals should be handled by other Immortals. Even if they have widely different views on what constitutes rampaging."

The spec-ops looks at each other. Adam finally asks, "Kronos or Cassandra?" They turn to me.

Of course, they think Methos is working to stop either. "I actually don't think either qualifies as Rampaging in Pierson's book… As far as I know, only two Immortals have qualified. Kalas didn't. Until he did…" Yeah, they understood, good. "And Kristin."

"Watcher protect us." Andrea whispers. "We've an Enforcer inside the Watchers."

"A what?"

Adam answers, "Immortals committed to regulating The Game and making sure Immortals are not discovered."

"So that shouldn't be an issue then?" I don't quite see the problem.

Andrea and Adam seem very apprehensive about the news.

Sarah explains. "They are the reason the Watchers put as much effort, and budget, into keeping Immortals a secret.

Enforcers tend to use very bloody means to ensure no-one knows anything. Their attitudes to problem-solving is "kill everyone and destroy all evidence", collateral is more rule than exception. And they tend to enjoy it, a lot. To take someone you are familiar with: Ivan Kristov was a quite normal example of a long-term Enforcer."

Methos…

~ O ~ Flashback: (my story) "Are you saying he's Methos?" ~ O ~

The car finally comes to a stop after a very short smooth path, I think inside a garage.

"We are here now, Monsieur Dawson." Toll says, and gets out before me.

He helps me out, handing me the cane. Leading me on the left side, he's more tensed than he has been so far. No one else is getting out of the car.

We are indoors, concrete floor, high ceiling, not much interior. One of those empty warehouses all Immortals seem to collect?

I'm led through a door, and over to the right. Definitely a furnished room and more ordinary height of the ceiling, stone floor? Possibly tiles. No echo, so either a small space or textiles to catch the sound.

"Monsieur Dawson, will you please take a seat?" Toll guides my hand to an armrest.

Usually, I rather stand when meeting someone, but with the blindfold I might've difficulties keeping my balance, so I take the seat.

Toll is staying close until I'm seated. "I will leave now Monsieur Dawson." He informs me, very formally.

"Thank you, Toll." I'm truly grateful he has been so professional without being cold.

It's suddenly very real when I hear him leaving the room, closing the door behind him. I vaguely hear a car door close and it leaves.

"Novel toi aussi." Adam's voice... yet not.

I know a tone of command when I hear it. The Adam I knew would've, could've, never given an order with such cool confidence and absolute assumption that it'll be obeyed.

A slight shiver down my spine at this final proof that "Adam" is not the boy I thought I knew.

~ O ~ End Flashback ~ O ~

Oh, he could. I never quite internalized that Toll was that wary of Methos. But also familiar with how he worked…

Methos "prefers" less messy methods. His first reaction isn't violence, but when needed, he still managed to hire a very professional killer in less than a day. A man that had obviously been hired by him before, more than once. I can't even say for sure it's because he cares about collateral. It could just as well be the intellectual challenge.

I find myself hoping he was pushing Duncan for some specific plot of his. If Methos is truly one of the Horsemen… Well, then we're in deep shit.

"Pierson is a very loyal person." I tell them because that's all the warning I dare give them.

"To you? The Watchers? Or Kronos?" Andrea wonders.

"You think it's impossible with all three?" I ask back, because that's what I suspect.

Sarah gives me an odd look, but then agrees. "I'd say that's very possible. We need to be as careful as possible about posing his loyalties against each other."

I agree, so does Adam and Andrea.

"So, Spec-ops obviously knows a lot about Immortals that the rest of us don't…" I change the subject and demand answers.

After a moment of surprise Andrea corrects me. "Not Spec-ops, Old Families."

Old families, without tattoos and "different" vows. But… I glance at Sarah's tattoo.

She shrugs, "You have to get invited at some point."

Yeah, makes sense.

Andrea clarifies. "Real invitations are for families, not individuals. Sarah remains allied unless she decides to have family within the Watchers. Each family remains highly compartmentalized. And, as I'm sure you have guessed by now, we have slightly different views on what is allowed and expected."

It makes sense, the entire Watchers used to be highly compartmentalized. I have suspected the change of that was a factor in the "Rise of Hunters". I have a lot of questions.

But first I need to know how it'll impact on everything right now. "Toy?" He has a tattoo…

Adam smiles. "Full family member, actually, he's married into Old Family, and both daughters are Watcher educated. He even converted officially, not something we expect from in-laws."

"Yeah, Steven was really disturbed when Cassandra managed to affect him."

Andrea frowns. Then answers my question before I can ask it. "The Old Families have made a religion of Watching. It's low key and doesn't prevent us from being involved in other religions as well.

We just took the "no religion to interfere with Watching" to the next level. From there it wasn't long to consider an active Field Watcher to be either on Pilgrimage or a Priest on a special mission. Our vows usually protect us from Immortal mental powers.

Even your vows, if you believe in them, are potent protection. Toy has given the vows of a Watcher Priest; he should've been better protected from Cassandra than you. And I don't doubt the sincerity in his Calling."

Wow. Explains the habit of asking "the Watcher" for help. But actually. Didn't I think earlier that I should've considered Methos idea of Watching as a Calling more?

"Pierson has, once, pointed out Duncan's inability to understand my Calling to me." I mention, seeing what stirring the pot will yield.

The others exchange looks.

Again, it's Andrea, who talks. "I'll need to consult Steven, it's his area of expertise. But if Pierson is actually older than Cassandra. I think his belief in your calling might have protected you some. I'm pretty sure we only have theories on this, however."

Sarah seems impressed.

But then we leave the subject and round up with a confirmation that we have no idea when or how Pierson came back to the power station. Or what happened to him and Kronos after.

I have to do my second set, and the others need to make an official report. I doubt it'll look much like the one I just got.