They were deep in conversation when the sense of ~Presence~
hit the three Immortals. Duncan MacLeod and Richie Ryan both
looked up and at the door, Adam Pierson ignored the feeling,
trusting the other two to watch his back. He'd spent too many
years as a Watcher to blow his cover now. He rolled his mug
between his hands, reasoning that the incoming Immortal won't
know how many Immortals were presence, only the very old had
that talent. He amused himself by evaluating the approaching
Immortal's Quickening, another talent possessed by the very old.
He sat bolt upright, eyes wide and swore in a long-forgotten
language. The others looked at him in surprise.
"Adam? What. . .?"
Adam closed his eyes and shook his head hard to clear it then
sighed. He signaled for the waitress and ordered a pitcher of
beer, plus another mug then relaxed back into his chair,
ignoring the others' questions which, he knew, would be answered
MacLeod and Richie both looked toward the door again but Adam
continued to stare into his mug. He didn't need to look up to
mark her progress; he could feel her getting closer and closer,
her Quickening meeting and merging with his own. He found
himself hoping fervently that it wasn't visible to the naked
eye, in some instances it had been. A rustle of cloth. She was
slipping off her coat and draping it over the back of the empty
chair next to him. The chair was pulled out, the new mug filled
and then she was slumping over the glass in a position that he
knew would be identical to his own.
The others at the table were unnaturally quiet and Adam
suspected they were gaping in astonishment at the picture they
made. He stole a glance around the table. Yep, he'd been right.
Finally he looked out of the corner of his eyes at her. She was
returning the favor, looking back from the corner of her eye.
"Adam." She greeted him pleasantly.
"Eve." His greeting was just as pleasant.
"Don't know yet. How long 'fore I get on your
"Hmmmmm. . .ten minutes, I'd say."
"Be a record then." She refilled her mug. "A
couple of weeks, maybe? You survive that?"
"Do I have a choice?" He slid his empty mug toward
her and she refilled it.
"What are you doing here, Eve?"
"Canít I just visit?" She looked around the
table. "Do any of them speak?"
"Usually at the most inopportune times. Hungry?"
Adam waved a waitress over and ordered a large steak, very
rare and some fries.
"I donít eat fries."
"I do. Iíll eat them. So youíre just visiting?"
"And maybe not?"
"You said it, not me."
"I hate it when you do that."
She stuck her tongue out at him and Richie giggled, a sound
that faded at a sharp look from the old man. The young Immortal
scrunched down in an attempt to escape his gaze and concentrated
on his beer.
"Introductions, brother dear." Eve encouraged.
"Brother. . .?" Joe and MacLeod said together but
Adam ignored them.
"Duncan MacLeod, Joe Dawson, Richie Ryan."
"I thought he was dead." Eve pointed toward Richie.
"Long story. Iíll explain later. This is my sister,
Joe cleared his throat. "Ahhh, Adam. I didnít know you
had a sister."
"Long story." Adam mumbled, then glanced up as the
waitress reappeared. The woman set the steak into front of Eve
and the plate of fries near Adam. He smiled and reached for the
"Hmmmm, still bleeding. Yummy." Eve dug in.
"Nauseating, isnít she?" Adam mumbled around a
handful of fries.
"Itís gets worse." Eve said brightly. "I
thought maybe I could crash on your couch, Adam."
"Havenít got a place yet. Iím crashing on
"Oh?" Eve looked at Adam thoughtfully and the
eldest Immortal flushed. MacLeod looked at Adam then at Eve, his
"You sent the portrait!í He blurted out and then
flushed himself as Adam straightened, fastening astonished eyes
"Portrait? What. . .? Eve, you didnít!"
"What? I sent him a subtle hint. Thatís more then
youíve apparently done." The woman returned to her steak
though she watched both men covertly from the corner of her eye.
Adam stared at her then at MacLeod. Abruptly he rose,
snatched his coat up and almost ran from the bar. Eve looked
after him with a frown then turned to MacLeod. The Highlander
jumped suddenly with a yelp, grabbing for his shin.
"Hey. . !"
"Donít "hey" me! Go!"
MacLeod blinked then got to his feet, snatching up his own
coat and following the ancient Immortal.
Joe watched this exchange with amusement, suspecting what was
going on. From the look on Richieís face, he hadnít quite
figured it out yet.
"Well," Joe grinned. "Youíre obviously the
worldís first Immortal yenta."
"Mazoltov." The woman raised her beer mug up in a
salute. "Iím just hoping it works."
"Wait a minute." Richie blinked rapidly, frowning.
"Are you trying to set Adam and Mac up?"
"What do you think?"
Richie laughed. "I think youíre nuts! Macís as
straight as they come."
Eve eyed him with a faint smile. "You are very young,
arenít you?" was all she said.
Richie stared at her then flushed as Joe laughed.
MacLeod caught up with Adam not far from the bar, falling in
"Why didnít you tell me?" He asked.
"Tell you what?"
"That youíre interested in me."
Adam muttered a curse and kicked at the sidewalk. "I
donít make it a habit to hit on my straight friends."
"And you are so certain Iím straight?"
Adam paused, leaning back against a wall. "Oh, come on,
MacLeod. Iíve read your chronicles, MacLeod. Never a mention
of an affair with a man. Youíre so damn het it hurts."
The last sentence was muttered.
MacLeod sighed. "Methos. . ." He paused. "Most
of my affairs have been with women but I have had affairs with
men as well. Considering the times Iíve lived in, itís never
been wise to advertise it."
"But not often." Adam said.
"Not often." MacLeod agreed, stepping closer to the
other. "But then, itís not often I meet a man Iíd be
willing to start a relationship with."
Adam stared at him, his eyes shifting color from green to
gold and back again, a sequence of events that fascinated
"Youíre bloody serious, arenít you?" Adam said.
MacLeod leaned forward to catch Adamís mouth with his own,
kissing him hard. Adamís lips parted in surprise and MacLeod
took advantage, exploring the otherís mouth skillfully with
his tongue. When they finally parted, Adam was panting, his face
flushed and eyes bright.
"Oh, yes, youíre definitely serious." He murmured
then took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm himself.
"Why didnít you ever say anything?"
MacLeod hesitated. "I have Kronosí Quickening,
Adam went white then flushed deeply. Pushing away from the
wall, he started back toward the bar. "And his memories as
well. I always wondered what you thought of them."
"I guess I thought that after what he did to you, you
wouldnít be interested in a relationship with a man. .
Adam had started laughing softly. "Weíre a pair and
half, both of us, assuming what the other may think. What
happened with Kronos happened three thousand years ago. Iíve
had time to recover."
"Actually, I was thinking more of what happened three
years ago." MacLeod shot a swift look at his friendís
suddenly expressionless face.
"That wasnít rape, MacLeod."
"You didnít want to be there and you didnít want
him. Even he knew that."
"Hmmmm, yes. But it was my choice. Of course, the other
choice was to lose my head. And he would have taken it, have no
doubt of that. He would have anyway, once you were dead. He knew
me way too well. Knew what I really wanted." He stole a
look at MacLeod and smiled slightly when he realized the other
man was watching him.
MacLeod smiled in return. "So we start over then? Clean
slate? No assumptions about the other?"
"No assumptions." Adam agreed.
They walked in silence for a long moment. As the bar came
back in sight, MacLeod spoke up.
"So now what?"
"Hmmmm." Adam smiled. "Well, you can begin by
"Yeah. Yíknow, dinner, dancing, a movie." He
caught the look on MacLeodís face and his smile faded.
"Oh, I see. Itís one thing to bed me, quite another to
take me out into public as a date. My mistake."
"Youíre doing it again." MacLeod growled.
"Actually I was trying to think of where to go. For
dinner. Tomorrow night."
Adam stopped, his head down, hearing the truth in MacLeodís
words and knowing that he meant what he said. Hiding a smile, he
scuffed at the sidewalk with his toe.
"Oh, I donít know. Letís see, am I busy tomorrow
night. . ?"
"Say "yes" or Iíll bring Eve into it."
Adamís head shot up, eyes wide. "Oh, no! Not that!
Okay, okay! Tomorrow night. How about that new French
"I know it. Iíll call once we get inside and make
Adamís smile deepened as they stepped back into the bar.
"Letís see. . .yíknow, I am fond of ro. . .oh,
hell!" Adam bolted forward and MacLeod paused, looking to
what had alarmed the old man, grinning at the sight of Eve
obviously regaling Joe and Richie with a tale. He shook his head
and went to the pay phones.
Adam skid to a halt next to the table. "Eve! What are
you telling them?"
Eve gave him an innocent look. "Who, me? So, do I get
the couch after all?"
Adam flushed deeply as he dropped back into the chair.
"No, you donít."
"Too much noise? I remember you could be quite voca. .
"You can sleep on my couch, Eve." Joe offered with
a grin, not wanting a murder committed in his bar.
"Thanks, Joe. And I can tell you some tales of
Adam groaned and covered his face with his hands. "I
never should have let you know where I was. Ever."
Eve snorted. "Like I couldnít find you if I wanted to.
Welcome back, MacLeod."
"Eve." The Highlander eyed her and then Adam with a
frown. "Whatís up?"
"Oh, nothing. Eveís just threatening to write a
tell-all book with Joe." Adam glared at the woman.
"Who, me? Never!" She shoved the now-empty plate
away and said something in what sounded like ancient Greek. Adam
replied in the same language and, for a few minutes, the two
spoke back and forth until Adam finally relaxed with a smile.
"All right, thatís settled." He leaned back,
stretching his long legs out.
"Whatís settled?" Richie was looking more and
more confused by the moment and Joe found himself feeling sorry
for the young Immortal. Adam was bad enough but it was
increasingly obvious that Eve was just like her brother. Richie
looked from one person to the other, finally settling on his
tutor with an uneasy smile. "Mac, Joe thinks Eve is setting
you and Adam up."
"She is." MacLeod grinned at Adam, who smiled back.
Richieís smile cracked slightly. "Thatís stupid. I
mean, youíre not gay."
"Heís awful young for an Immortal, donít you
think?" Eve said to Adam and the latter grinned. Richie
flushed at their obvious amusement.
"Most Immortals over the age of one hundred tend to be
bi-sexual." Adam said. "Life would be really boring if
you limited yourself."
"I never doubted youíd sleep with anything that
walked." Richie snapped and Adamís smile faded. Richie
found himself shrinking back under the ancient Immortalís hard
gaze, a gaze echoed in the woman sitting next to him. And in the
man sitting next to him.
"I learned a very long time ago," Adam said
quietly. "that whatís on the outside doesnít matter.
Itís what on the inside."
"Kayla." Eve said and Adam nodded. He saw Joeís
questioning look and smiled faintly, a faraway look in his eyes.
"My 23rd wife. To be blunt, she was the
ugliest woman Iíd ever seen in all my life." He glanced
at MacLeod. "Sheís the first wife I had after I left the
"Why did you marry her then?" Richie asked.
Adam and Eve looked at each other. "A very long story.
Maybe Iíll tell it to you sometime.
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