Chapter 1

Adam sat helpless in his wheelchair, body locked in place, he could only move his right hand and arm only enough to feed himself but not enough strength to kill himself.

He was beyond words in his fury, somehow that young immortal, Henry Morgan had beaten him twice. He grudging admitted he got lucky that Lucy, the third person who had his immortal curse beside Henry willingly unplugged his life support in a desperate attempt to see if he was immortal.

Lucy was younger then Henry! She had died at 21 and wasn't even 100 yet! She was quite easy to fool. But as Abe cheerfully reminded him every other Sunday for the last two months, she beat him with Henry's help.

Adam still had no idea why he was stuck in Abe's guest bedroom in the house where his mother had once lived. He even had a cheerful caretaker named Remus Benjamin who for some reason clearly loved to brew beer.

Adam rolled his eyes at his annoying to death caretaker, desperate to get out of his predicament when Remus came strolling in holding two beer mugs. Adam's hand froze in shock as the beer's aroma rolled towards his nose. That wasn't possible. It' couldn't be.

Adam stared at the dark grainy beer that Remus had carelessly plucked down on his wheelchair's arm table. Remus had pulled up a chair and was sitting, really slouching as he drank his own mug.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Remus asked.

Adam blinked at Remus as another shock strolled through his frozen body. He hadn't heard that language in 2,000 years and Remus had spoken it perfectly.

Adam dimly realized hand had clutched the mug's handle in a tight grip. Not possible.

"If you don't start drinking, I'll drink it for you. I don't like good beer going to waste. Even that pig spit. I did add a few of my own touches to it though." Remus said grumpily as Adam stared.

Adam took a sip and to his shock, again, he was almost brought to tears. It was exactly like the beer he drank at his friend's highest achievement. The day his friend became a Senator. Then of course it all went to shit and he was stuck being alive for 2,000 years. He pushed the mug off the table.

Adam was disappointed that Remus had rescued the falling mug. But some of the beer did spill.

Adam ignored the angry grumbles of his caretaker. Who cared if his homemade beer was undrinkable?

He closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next thing he knew he was waking up, naked in a full bathtub. Then before he could react, he was swiftly stabbed with a needle.

Adam woke up in a bed, paralyzed enough to not have control over his body, but somehow the foolish man let him have back his head movements, which included his tongue. So talk he did. He swore in all the languages he knew while Remus just huffed and muttered, "I came up with that one or that one isn't even possible. Or did you know the real origin of that one?"

Then Adam would run out of steam and Remus would talk, and talk and talk, and talk. It was enough to drive Adam to try and get up and stab the man.

But Adam did admit as the Remus talked, it brought back memories that he had buried or deliberate forgotten. Mostly bad memories, but some good ones as well.

After a while, the insults and curses turned to real talking.

Adam as the months went on had the suspicion that Remus was as old as Adam himself, perhaps even more so since the man could complain up a storm about something only a 2,000 year old man could agree with.

The man's killing skill was almost as good as Adam's himself, but the man had more to life then killing that Adam did. It didn't help Adam when Remus would come waltzing into the house bearing food that Adam hadn't thought about in centuries or old favorites that Adam had forgotten that he even liked.

Or how he would come back whistling a old, old tune and would tell Adam in exact detail how lovely his evening, night and morning was with the woman or more he had slept with. Adam was not as cold as he thought if he could get aroused just by Remus's talking. It was very annoying and frustrating.

It was at these times that Remus would pick just when Adam would be eating or showering or something that had Adam completely at the other man's mercy so he couldn't even talk past the historical inaccuracy of Remus's complains on the latest movie or novel or whatever Remus could think of.

Adam did get his revenge when Adam could talk back and talk he did. He mostly talk about how his life was dull and meaningless and how he perfected his killing methods, but once that ran out he talk about anything to get Remus's rattled. It seemed nothing worked. Nothing!

About two years in with Remus being Adam's caretaker, off and on, two weeks on, two weeks off, etc. that a person came a calling.

Adam didn't realize it, but he had sat stunned in fear and worry as Remus, who to the other immortal was known as Methos, battled to take his caretaker's life, he in the depths of his brain had made a real friend someone he could completely relate to and as Remus, no Methos casually dodged and parried and coldly killed the other immortal, Adam realized that perhaps there was more to life then death. Perhaps maybe there was a little more.