Part One


Joe Dawson, mild-mannered bar-owner with a secret identity as an Immortal-Watcher, smiled as he poured his friend Duncan MacLeod another drink. For once, there were no crisis', no moral decisions to wrestle with, no head-hunting Immortals in town. In fact, all was surprisingly quiet on the Seacouver front. Frankly, it made Joe just a little nervous. It wasn't that he wasn't looking forwards to spending an enjoyable, relaxing evening having a few drinks with his friends, he really was. It was just that he kept waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop. Weren't they about due for a new crisis? To say that trouble liked Duncan was an understatement. Oh well, he could hope, couldn't he? Mac seemed happy enough for once. Now, if only their really old friend would turn up...

"I wonder what's keeping Adam", Duncan remarked, "Didn't he say he would be here by now?"
"About fifteen minutes ago, but who's counting? Still, it's not like Adam to let good beer go warm", Joe replied, glancing at Methos' waiting pint.
"Yeah, and you don't like to see your stock go to waste," Duncan countered, with a grin.
"I'm sure he's fine", he continued.
"I hope so", Joe replied, thoughtfully.

Just then, he saw Duncan stiffen in that familiar way, heralding the arrival of another Immortal. Both men relaxed as the bar door opened to reveal their late companion.

"It's about time, Old Man!" Joe stated, but stopped when he saw the look on Methos' face. The Old Man was deathly pale. Ignoring both of his friends, Methos downed his waiting pint of beer before almost falling onto the stall next to Duncan. He looked to be clinging to the bar for dear life, but both his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong Methos?" Duncan inquired softly, concerned for his friend.
"You look like you've seen a ghost!" he continued.
Methos took a deep breath before turning to face Duncan.
"I think...I think maybe-maybe I just did!" he finally replied.


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