Joe Dawson listened with half-an-ear to the people behind
him, frowning as Cassandra once again hinted at Methos' dark
past. He suspected that Cassandra was trying to get Duncan to
kill the ancient Immortal by appealing to the Highlander's sense
of moral. And, Duncan being such a straight lace, it might work.
Of course, there was a major obstacle in that no one know where
He unlocked the door to the bar and stepped inside, the
others following. Joe started toward the bar only to stop when
Duncan's hand landed on his shoulder. He looked back, blinking
in surprise at the sight of the two Immortals, each looking very
alert and each holding a sword in their hands. He followed their
eyes to the door leading to his private quarters.
"Immortals." Duncan murmured. "Two of
"Oh, damn." Jue muttered. "For God's sake,
don't blow out my sound system!"
Duncan didn't answer, just stepped past Joe and to the door,
swinging it open and stepped inside smoothly, sword ready.
Cassandra was right behind him but she froze in the doorway.
"You!" There was rage in the woman's voice and Joe
knew instantly who was in his rooms. He moved forward as quickly
as he could, shouldering Cassandra to one side and smiling at
what he saw.
The stand-alone chess board had been moved to the end of the
couch and a chair pulled up on the other side of it. Methos sat
in his customary sprawl in the chair while a very large dog laid
on the end of the couch. No. Joe took a closer look. Not a dog.
"What are you doing here?" Cassandra sputtered.
"Visiting. I think." Methos shot an apologetic look
at Joe. "Sorry about making ourselves at home, Joe. I
didn't think you'd mind..."
"I suspect you just didn't think, Methos." A voice
came from the right and a woman appeared. Joe stared at her,
stunned. "My apologies, Mr. Dawson. Methos insisted it
would be all right. Unfortunately, his idea of all right and
other people's idea of all right tend to differ. . ."
"So I've noticed." Joe managed to stutter. The
woman now standing next to him was lovely; a vision of warm
cocoa skin, white hair and emerald eyes. "And it's Joe.
"Of course, Joe. I hope you don't mind but I've taken
the assumption of fixing up a nice large pot of clam chowder.
And," She smiled. "Stocked in some proper beer. My
idea of proper beer, not Methos'. Methos, my love, how about
fetching some beer? There's a duck."
Joe tried very hard to stammer out that it wasn't necessary
but the young woman was deftly helping him off with his coat and
steering him to a comfortable chair. Bemused, Joe didn't
protest, quite content to let this lovely young woman fuss over
him. Methos winked at him as he stood and disappeared into the
kitchen. Cassandra and Duncan were staring after the ancient
Immortal, leaving Joe to be the only one able to see the chess
board and the wolf occupying the couch.
The minute Methos' back was turned, the wolf had clambered to
his feet, looking down at the board intently. Gently, he reached
down and picked up a white knight, shifting it to a new place
and then lifting a pawn clear of the board, setting it to one
side before lying back down. The wolf then looked directly at
Joe, giving him a very unmistakable wink before resting his head
back on the arm of the couch.
Joe blinked, suspicion creeping into his mind but before he
could voice it, Methos was back.
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