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Quest, Reversal In Time

by

Frances Rolfe

Rating: NC-17, slash, m/m

Key: ****** Scene change,
Italics Thoughts

Disclaimer: I deeply appreciate Panzer/Davis' loan of their HL theme and its characters. They may have them back now, at least until my next story.

A/N: This being the final chapter, I wished to thank Rory Pascual. Rory was the first person that read my first slash story almost ten years ago and loved it. She leant me the support to know that what I wrote wasn't filthy and deserved to be thrown away. She has been and always will be my mentor.

I also wish to thank Cami for being my beta, but more importantly a very close friend who volunteered to "rehash" the scribbles I wrote. She continues to add her masterful skill even now, four years later.

I also want to thank all of you readers, who brighten my life and make my efforts all worthwhile. Please review my story and let me know what you think.

Thank you all again,

Frances Rolfe

Chapter 21

Let's Go Home

The dark infinite tunnel again consumed him. He could sense panic and futility building inside him.
Can I...will I ever escape this in-between world? Just as he thought that he wouldn't survive this time, the faintest glimmer of a beam of light penetrated his infinite tunnel, and a familiar baritone voice called to his soul, "Duncan, wake up. Love, open your eyes."

Duncan MacLeod gasped and surged up against his bindings as he once again experienced the thrilling song of life and breath. He still couldn't hear anything, nor see as yet, but the familiar pair of callused hands caressing his face spoke volumes to his fears. He relaxed. He was home.

The voice he'd heard inside the dark chamber again softly whispered, "You are safe, Duncan. You are home, Highlander."

Duncan felt a warm cloth bathe his face and clear the yellowed filmy crust from his eyes. Batting his misty, brown orbs, he saw a face he was afraid he'd never see again. Methos' beard was heavy, his hazel eyes tired and his face was gaunt, but the smile that wreathed his face, to Duncan, was that of an angel's.

Tom White Feather removed the poultices from MacLeod's ears and returned the Scot's smile of thanks.

Meanwhile, Methos busily unwrapped the buffalo robe from around his friend's mummified body. When Duncan's fetters were freed, Methos helped him to a sitting position and cradled him in his arms, brushing his perspiration-soaked hair back off his exhausted face.

The older Immortal heard him huskily sigh against his chest and murmur, "Good to be back, Methos."

The ancient Immortal chuckled and answered, "Just wait until I get you to myself, youngster," and leaned in for a quick kiss.

Duncan blearily looked around and saw the old shaman, Jonathan Nequatewa, Tom White Feather, Wesley Yava, Eugene Lomatewama, Phillip Sekakuku and Joseph Rain Cloud circled around him. Looking intently at each man in grateful appreciation, Duncan raggedly queried the shaman, "How long?"

Jonathan crossed over and squatted down beside the Scot, who still leaned against Methos' solid chest. His gnarled hand reached over and touched Duncan's face. "Two months, Pahana. You have visited the skeleton house for two months."

MacLeod's mouth gaped open, "My God, it worked. It was real. It wasn't a dream." Again, his eyes swept the circle of grinning men. "You didn't leave me! You are all still here! I need to tell you all what happened."

The shaman spoke up, noticing huge grins on all the men's faces. "Mica has told us some of it, but we would hear it all from you."

His friend Tom, meanwhile, poured a cup of hot tea for the Highlander to sip and handed it to him. Duncan's hands were weak and trembling, so Methos held the cup while his beloved drank the rejuvenating liquid.

Over the next hour a tired, but contented, Highlander shared his experiences with the Hopis' ancient ancestors some seven hundred years before. He told them of the Toltec city of Tula, what he'd seen and heard and felt. Some of it was tough and bitter, especially the sacrifices of all those men, women and children. Still, he didn't hold anything back.

Lastly, Duncan told of Rising Star and her people, the Catoris, and how she'd come to him at the last in the tunnel.

The shaman and the other Native Americans were stunned in open awe. It was a tale that would be told around campfires and in kivas for centuries to come. At the same time, Jonathan and the others vowed not to divulge Duncan's true name, to prevent his immortality from becoming open knowledge. To them, he would always be Pahana, the White Savior of their ancient peoples. However, his meeting of the true Pahana Duncan kept to himself. He didn't understand exactly why, but it seemed too personal to share with anyone else. He knew he'd eventually tell Methos, his soul-mate.

Methos listened to Mac's narrative, which to him was but a vague memory. One thing Duncan did not tell the Hopis was of the abuse Quetzalomeyocan had dealt him and of his being able to set all the sexual abuse he'd suffered behind him. Methos knew the Highlander would have occasional flashbacks, but he would overcome them. Methos would see to it.

ite ite MacLeod's silence on that personal matter, Methos could tell Jonathan Nequatewa was aware of the subtle change in the Immortal from before his journey. The old wise shaman knew without being told that Duncan MacLeod had conquered his personal demons.

All that was left was the question of where Methos stood in the Scot's future. Perhaps he'd know tonight if Duncan had been serious, all those centuries before, when he'd said, "I love you."

When they were finished, Duncan staggered to his feet. Methos wrapped his almost naked torso in a warm coat and with an arm around his waist, supported his weakened form. Mac needed both Methos' and Tom's assistance to ascend the kiva's ladder.

When they were safely on the ground and in the parking lot, Methos bundled the Highlander into the SUV. Duncan waved his thanks to his Hopi friends who'd gathered around them. He then leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.

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Methos silently drove into Walpi and stopped in front of Duncan's room at the Trail's End Motel. He assisted the Scot out of the vehicle and inside the room. Duncan tossed the overcoat onto a chair and collapsed on the king-sized bed and sighed. The soft, very real bed felt so good to his stiffened mus.
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