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Redemption and Relapse (BTVS x-over)	By : LillianLuthor Category: G through L > Highlander Views: 4293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Redemption and Relapse (BTVS x-over)
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 3
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- 5
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 1 .��).��).��)
Well, at
least that hideous class was improving, she thought as she took her seat next
to Willow in the front row, and noticed the new guy. She knew she had never
seen him before around campus, or she would have remembered. And the fact that
he was obviously from out of town added interest to him, because it made him
potentially normal.
After
Riley her social life had been terrible, and decreasing. Which was not
necessarily a bad thing, considering that half of Sunnydale�s population was
some kind of demonic being or another, half of them attracted to the mystic
energy of the Hellmouth, and the other half attracted by the prospect of
killing her. Riley hadn�t been all that bad come to think about it, if one
thought of Angel as a parameter. At least Riley had not nailed a puppy
anywhere.
She should
be paying more attention to class, but she really didn�t like History, and Mr.
Pierson didn�t really like her. Not that one could blame him. If sleeping her
way through his classes had not been enough, her joke about decapitating him
surely hadn�t made a good impression. He would probably flunk her anyway, so
she might as well make some good use of the wasted time.
The new
guy looked really good. About their same age, with blond hair and blue eyes,
and quite hot in a black sweater and black coat. The leather coat tipped her on
the fact that he was obviously not living at the dorms. That meant it would be
harder to casually bump into him, but it also was good because she would
keep her privacy. She had to stop thinking about that when Willow�s elbow
unexpectedly hit her in the ribs.
"Snoozer,
do you agree with your friend?" Mr. Pierson asked, apparently out of
nowhere, but when she turned her attention to him she realized he had been
talking with Willow about something and was now asking her, Snoozer, to
comment on it.
"Ah,
yeah, sure..." she stammered, aware that she had no idea of what they had
been talking about. Fortunately he did not seem to care for further
elaboration, but simply grinned and turned to question some other student. He
was obviously just making a point.
Snoozer. That�s a
nickname, she thought as she went back to ignoring the lecture. Buffy
Snoozer Summers, had a nice ring to it. Then it came to her that he had
just called her that in front of the whole class, and pretty embarrassed she
turned to look at the new guy, who had a wide smile on his face as he looked
back at her. Well done, Snoozer, she congratulated herself.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 2 .��).��).��)
They had
been talking for an hour, give or take, and despite their terrible start he had
actually managed to connect with her after the initial uneasiness had passed. They
had never really talked all that much, and he had even resented her a little
when she started seeing Will, but now that he needed to talk she had been the
first person he had thought of.
Of course
he couldn�t have gone to Willow, it would have been way too eerie, and
he didn�t know anyone else in town who could possibly understand how he felt
right now. Still, the first thing he had thought of when he had awakened that
morning in Spike�s arms was that he needed to tell someone and try and make
some sense of the way he was feeling. And, miraculously, that person had been
Tara.
"So
how did it feel when you kissed him? Did it feel right?" she asked
at last, when they were already heading back to the building they had
originally come from.
It had
taken him longer than he would have thought to explain things, specially when
the person he had kissed was no other than Spike. At first he had tried to
avoid mentioning his name, but then he had realized it was impossible to
explain what was happening to him unless he trusted Tara with that information.
After all, he had not fallen for some guy at the Bronze. It was Spike.
Spike, who
had lived with him for a while, heard all of his sorrows over and over again,
and had recently surprised him with the depth and quantity of sorrows and
regrets he himself had. It would have never happened if they had not shared
what they had shared, and it was impossible to explain anything without telling
the whole story.
So he had
trusted Tara, after forcing her to swear over and over again to keep everything
to herself. He had told her pretty much the way things were, at least the way
they were for him, and he had felt a terrible relief to see she was actually
listening and even understanding him.
"Yeah,
I mean, I was fully aware that it was Spike, but it just felt so right. That�s
the word. Terrifyingly right. And I don�t know what could have happened if he
didn�t stop me, I mean..." he couldn�t really continue; he was talking
with a girl, and a girl he hadn�t even called friend until this morning.
"I
know, it may get scary" she reassured him "Do you honestly trust
Spike?" she asked, trying to avoid sounding judgmental although obviously
concerned
"Yeah,
I mean, I fell asleep cuddling with a vampire! If that�s not trust then what
the hell is it!" he snapped, instantly regretting to be so loud when he
realized they were already entering the building. Luckily nobody seemed to have
heard.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 3 .��).��).��)
Snoozer. Didn�t sound as
bad as some nicknames he had given people in 5000 years of life. Besides, it
had been the first thing that had come into mind when he had been in the verge
of calling her Slayer. She was pretty annoying, not to mention ignorant,
and the only comfort he could find in the situation was that she didn�t find
him all that interesting either. That was good, because been in the spotlight
is never good when a it comes to a paranoid slayer. And all slayers are
more or less paranoid.
He left
the classroom the last, as usual, and couldn�t help but grin as he saw the
young immortal breaking the ice with the slayer and her friend. Well, he should
have expected that much. The kid couldn�t help himself when he was around
pretty girls, and he had quite the looks too, so the girls did hardly ever
complain. When the kid looked up at him as he passed them by, he simply nodded
in acknowledgment, and left him to his games. He didn�t have anything to say to
the kid anyway, so why spoil his fun.
He was on
his way to the library, where he had agreed to meet Rupert, when before his
eyes appeared Xander and the slayer�s other friend, walking at a slow pace as
they talked in whispers. When the boy saw him he smiled, and headed towards
him.
"Hi,
Adam!" he called out with a smile "You go here?" he asked
good-naturedly
"One
could say so" he smiled at the understatement "I take it you got home
in one piece last night..."
"Yeah,
thanks for holding my head by the way..." he blushed, casting a brief
glance at the girl with him, obviously not comfortable with the way he had been
the night before
"No
problem Xander, I trust you would have done the same for me..." he assured
him. He really wanted to ask about things with Spike, since he knew there was
something there, but the time didn�t seem pertinent.
"You
know Tara?" the boy tried to change the subject, as if he had known what
was on his mind
"I�ve
seen her around, yes, she�s a friend of some of my students, right?" he
asked her, to which she nodded shyly
"What?
You teach here?" Xander asked incredulous
"Yeah,
European History" he grinned "Just don�t go around saying I�m a nice
guy or I�ll lose the little respect these kids have for me" he said
jokingly "I�ve got to run, I have some things to do before my next
class" he said as a goodbye "I�ll see you around, Xander"
Just
when had he become so sociable?, he thought as he left the two kids behind and
headed for the library, amazed at how easily a two-hundred years custom could
be discarded. Loneliness did hardly look like an option anymore.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 4 .��).��).��)
"So
you finally got what you wanted, right?" Joe asked amusedly as he drank
his coffee "Tell me, Rupert, what is it like to be a slayer�s
watcher?"
"It�s
not what I expected, you know old friend..." he replied "I�ve grown
attached to her, and it hurts to know that she �and her friends- may get killed
any time"
They had
been cheerfully talking for little less than an hour, and he had been very
happy that Joe still remembered him fondly after so many years; he thought of
Joe in the same way, and had been very excited when he had gotten word from him
telling of his upcoming visit to Sunnydale. It had been a wonderful surprise to
see the other watcher coming into his library that morning...
"I
know. You and I, we were never the kind of guys that followed rules, uh
Rupert?" Joe sighed "You let the slayer�s friends get involved, grew
fond of them, now you live worrying about each of them constantly... You know,
the immortal I watch has become one of my best friends... so much for keeping a
healthy distance myself. Every time he or one of his circle of friends gets
challenged I find myself sitting on the edge of my chair until it�s
over..."
"I
know the feeling... everything was quite easier back at the academy, when you
only had to sit there, and read the things that long-dead watchers had written,
hoping one day you would be one of them..." he said, but couldn�t finish
the sentence because the door was opened.
"Joe!
You�re here already! I can�t believe it" a joyful Adam all but shouted as
he entered the library and held the other man in a tight grip "I thought you
said at noon..." he added as he released Joe
"Well,
I had originally thought of stopping by to say hello to my old friend Rupert
before I met you, since you both work in the same place... you know each other,
right?" the bearded man asked
"Sure,
how are you doing Rup?" Adam asked politely, and also more than a little
curious "How did you two come to know each other?"
"Oh,
it�s a long story..." he replied, trying to say as little as possible
"We went to the university together, and we formed this rock n� roll
band... I didn�t imagine you were Joe�s friend in town" he had to admit
"He�s
a fellow watcher" Joe explained, but Adam did not seem much pleased about
that
"Was"
he hurried to correct his friend, showing a tattoo-free wrist to make his point
"Yeah
well, you may think about getting it done again Adam, because I have a nice job
for you..."
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 5 .��).��).��)
"You
have got to be kidding!" Methos exclaimed indignant as they left
the library, having agreed to meet Rupert at his place for dinner at six
o�clock.
"Come
on, Adam, it�s a good deed... what�s a new protegee for someone five thousand
years old?" he insisted "After that nasty mass accident the kid
cannot really show up in Seacouver again, not in a hundred years at least...
and since his watcher died there -along with some other fifty people- I thought
it might be a good idea to assign you as his watcher. That way you can keep an
eye on him without having anyone getting suspicious about you"
"Joe,
you�re missing the fact that I don�t want to be Richie�s guardian
angel!" the ancient one complained "I don�t even know the kid all
that much!"
"I
know, but Mac cares a lot about him, and it was his idea in the first place
that you watched over him for a while. Did he not tell you about it?"
"No!"
the immortal said annoyed "One day I�m a bastard because I rode with the
horseman, and now I have to watch over his socially dead student? Forget about
it, Joe!"
"You
don�t have to baby-sit him, Adam!" he kept pushing, having come completely
prepared for a display such as this "Just be there if he needs
you..."
He was
going to insist some more, but then he noticed Richie was only a few feet away
from them, cheerfully chatting with a couple of teenager girls. It shouldn�t
have surprised him that Methos hurried his steps towards the group and, with a
dry and commanding voice, addressed the boy;
"You,
Dawson. Office, now" he demanded, and then started walking towards his
office barely waiting for Joe to follow, or for the kid to even react.
He wasn�t
either shocked nor angry, because he knew how Methos loved his freedom and
detachment from the immortal world, and he had known he wasn�t going to
be big on this idea. But he had promised Mac to try, he reminded himself as he
followed the oldest immortal into his office. Shortly thereafter Richie came in
as well, closing the door behind his back.
"You
know, there was really no need to embarrass me like that Adam!" he
complained as he dropped his notebook on top of the other immortal�s desk and
let himself drop on a chair "This is not my idea of a fun vacation
either! C�mon, Adam, you know how Mac is... he wanted me to go to collage, I
said no, then I got in that damn car crash and suddenly I�m here"
"You
have a sword?" was all Adam said in reply, to which the blond nodded,
pulling a broadsword from his coat "Oh, what the fuck..." the older
immortal conceded, sighing in resignation "Just call me Mr. Pierson if
there�s other people, and try not to die, permanently"
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 6 .��).��).��)
She had
positively enjoyed the European History class. Mr. Pierson, despite his youth
and his usual lateness, had lived up to her expectations. She had decided to
take European History because she was fascinated by history, and it would
eventually allow her to be more helpful to Giles when they were researching. However,
she wasn�t precisely satisfied with the way Buffy was handling the
class.
She had
insisted that Buffy didn�t have to follow her around forever, and she could
chose what classes she wanted to take, because she had suspected her friend
would not be very interested in History. And of course, she had been showing
how uninterested she was in the class from day one, making Mr. Pierson notice
the both of them way too much for her to feel comfortable.
That day,
however, Buffy had proved interested. Not about the class, but rather
about the new student. As soon as Mr. Pierson had dismissed the class Buffy had
forced her to go welcome the new guy, whom she insisted must be from out of
town. The newbie, a boy with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes, clad in a
black leather coat, had looked friendly and well predisposed when they had gone
to greet him.
They had
talked for a while, introducing themselves and offering help in anything
possible, from schoolwork to Sunnydale tours. Richie Dawson was the guy�s name,
and he had just moved to California with his uncle Joe. He was very extrovert
and friendly enough, and she liked him instantly �not the way Buffy liked him,
of course. They were actually planning to meet at the Bronze that night when
suddenly Mr. Pierson came walking towards them, followed by an older man with a
cane.
"You,
Dawson. Office, now" had been all his words before he walked right pass
them and into his office, the other man right behind him.
"That
would be uncle Joe getting me to meet the teachers..." he said jokingly
"Well, I�ll see you girls later... maybe Bronze, after dinner?" he
said as a goodbye, barely waiting for the to reply as he hurried towards Mr.
Pierson�s office, closing the door behind him as he entered.
"Gee,
I can live without that kind of help!" Buffy exclaimed as they walked
away, referring to the way Mr. Pierson had seemed less than enthusiastic about
meeting the new student.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 7 .��).��).��)
He had no
idea what the hell he was going to do now. Of course, he had known
things could not go back to be the way they had been before. For better or for
worse. Lying in bed, with Xander asleep in his arms, his mind had been racing
with hypothesis of how their relationship would evolve �or survive- from there
on. He hadn�t been able to sleep for most of the night, and when he had finally
fallen asleep it had been exclusively out of exhaustion.
It had
felt so good to hold Xander as he slept, to feel him breathing against his own
chest; that warm body that relaxed fearlessly under the cold grip of his dead
arms like no other had before. He wanted Xander. He had wanted him before, of
course, but now that he had had a taste of what it could be, he couldn�t stop
thinking about him. The way he had looked into his eyes before he had kissed
him, the way the boy�s warm lips had caressed his, the way Xander�s strong body
had felt against his own...
But on top
of all that, more important than anything, was the fear. Xander had been gone
when he had awaken. What did that mean? He knew what it meant, but he didn�t
want to think of that. It had been a mistake. Xander was his best
friend, his only friend in the world; he had had people he had called friends
before, but nobody had ever been his friend quite in this way. And now they
wouldn�t be friends anymore, and all thanks to alcohol and his weakness. He could
have pulled away, could have gone back to the couch, but he had wanted it so
badly...
He didn�t
know what to do. He wanted to wait here, wait until Xander returned, but he
feared the boy�s reaction. He didn�t know what his friend had been feeling that
morning, when he had left the bed quietly and gone out. Confusion? Anger?
Disgust? Disappointment? So many emotions which he was not used to deal with...
Drusilla had never doubted what she wanted, even if it was an atrocity; she
hadn�t been angry or disgusted when her Sire had taken her by force; and she
had only been disappointed in him, because there had come a point when
he hadn�t been able to keep up.
He wished
he could go back to be the way he was. Before he had come to Sunnydale, he had
been happy with Drusilla. At least what he called happy until then. He had
grown tired of Angelus and his mind games, his way of forcing him into things
he really did not want to do, the way he hurt him and raped him when he didn�t
want to give in to his games. But then with Drusilla, alone in the world,
everything had been so simple.
Dru took
what she wanted, and it had been so easy for him to adapt to that. He had lived
decades bringing suffering and death, without even caring, and he had found
such a release in that... and all it had taken to change was a bunch of
teenagers and a stupid chip in his head. By the time the initiative had taken
him he had already started changing, started questioning himself, starting
doubting the ways he had called his own.
Seeing
them had done that to him. Seeing the way they protected each other, cared for
each other, comforted each other when things went wrong. He had wanted that. And
he had finally found it, hadn�t he? With Xander. Xander had forgiven him for
all the things he had done to them, at least for what mattered. Xander had told
him his secrets, his concerns, and had even been willing to hear his own. And
how he had paid him back for that? He had taken advantage of his drunkenness.
It didn�t
matter how many times he reminded himself of the fact that it had been Xander
the one who had started it, and he had stopped him before it went any further. It
was all the same. It was his fault, because that�s what he did. He was Spike,
the vampire. He had killed, maimed, tortured, brought chaos. And now he was
doing just that, bringing chaos, proving he was unworthy.
And he had
been unworthy for Angelus as well, too soft for the older vampire. He had tried
to please him, and all he had gotten was mockery and punishment. In the
beginning, when Angelus told him he was a weak and useless waste of blood, he
had cried. They had all made fun of him, they had all enjoyed torturing him to bring
some sense into him. In the end, he had learnt to project it... all the
pain and all the humiliation that was caused to him, he would bring upon
others, random people he found on the streets.
He
laughed. He would like to see Xander assimilating that one. Just one
more proof of how unworthy he was of the boy�s care, and how unworthy he had
ever been of his kind�s respect. Stuck between two worlds he was, and he was no
good to either one of them.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 8 .��).��).��)
Well, at
least the rest of his day had not been all that bad. Most the students
had paid mild attention to his lectures, and after MacLeod�s surprise gift he
had not felt much in the mood to interrogate them so badly. He was very happy
that Joe was in town, and with the prospect of staying for a while �to make
sure Richie adapted to the place. On the other hand, the kid�s arrival had been
like a kick in the balls.
He had
nothing against the young immortal �all the contrary. He had felt attracted to
the bastard since very much the first time he had seen him, and he had had to
make a real effort not to act on it. Mac would have surely taken his head
without a second thought if he had dared to insinuate anything indecent
to the kid, not to mention make a move on him. He would still take his head
now, probably.
The real
issue was not even that, for he was very good at disappearing if Mac indeed
claimed his head; the problem was, the kid was obviously not so inclined. For
the time he had known him, he had seen Richie Ryan do very little other than
ride his bike and chase skirts. And even more of the late. And now, having him
under his tutelage? That would be like a hideous reminder of one of the few
things Methos had never had, and could never have.
But for
now, he would relax and take things easy. He was new in town, and there were
surely plenty women and men whom he could cherish and enjoy �mind and body. He
didn�t need this half-raised kid to ruin his perfect runaway adventure, and he
wouldn�t let this minor unexpected inconvenience to stop him from relishing his
stay at Sunnydale.
By the
time he got to Rupert�s house �late, for a change- Joe was already there, with
Richie. Well, that was expected, since he was supposedly his nephew, but he
wouldn�t let this bother him. He loved Joe, whom he considered his only true
friend after Don�s death, and he liked Rupert well enough not to coward away
because of a blond babe.
"Well,
I had told Rupert to put dinner off for another hour..." Joe exclaimed
cheerfully as he entered the librarian�s house "It�s a miracle you show up
this early!"
"Anything
for you, Joe" he grinned as he removed his coat and carefully placed it
over a small end-table. He had enough sense not to carry a sword into the
slayer�s watcher�s home, but he had brought a gun and a smaller blade,
and he didn�t want Rupert to find them. As an old survivor, he couldn�t feel
comfortable if unarmed.
"Have
a seat, Adam" their host offered, bringing about a bottle of Scotch
"Would you care for a drink before dinner?"
"Always"
he answered appreciatively as the man poured him a drink and delivered the
glass "I am afraid I have nothing non-alcoholic that you may be interested
in..." the librarian told Richie apologetically, which seemed ironic to
Methos since the kid was already 22 in age, if not in appearance.
"Here
kid" he told the blonde teasingly, offering him some pocket change
"Go buy yourself a soda..." to which the other immortal replied with
a grin, taking the offered money;
"Thanks
Adam, I don�t want a soda but I could use a pack of cigarettes"
"Since
when do you smoke?" he asked amusedly
"I�ve
always smoked..." the kid instantly answered as he grabbed his coat
"I�ve
never seen you smoke..." he insisted
"Well,
I�m a smoker" Richie concluded, reminding him of a funny sketch the kid
had probably seen as well.
"Okay,
George, suit yourself..." he told the kid as he was leaving the room,
which caused the blonde to smile in response before he went out.
"You
were acquainted with Joe�s nephew?" the librarian asked casually as he
poured the gathered men another drink
"We
don�t really know each other" he replied offhandedly "But I�ve been
roaming around Joe for a while, so I�ve seen the kid before..." he
concluded, avoiding to mention just how much he had seen the kid, and
what parts he had been looking at.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 9 .��).��).��)
As he
looked up the stairs where Cordelia had disappeared a while ago, he couldn�t
help but overhear a little through-the-door conversation between her and Angel.
The souled vampire had been avoiding them for weeks, locking himself in his
bedroom for most of the time, only agreeing to come down for dinner, and not
without a daily session of inverse psychology masterly carried out by Cordy. When
they asked what was wrong, he said �nothing�.
As the
older of the group, however, he knew something was disturbing Angel. A
lot of things could be said about the vampire, and broody was certainly the
first thing that came to mind when one tried to define his character, but he
was not usually one to leave his friends unattended, working all by themselves.
Putting themselves on harm�s way. There was definitely something going on in
Angel�s mind, and whatever it was it could be no good.
As for
Cordelia, that was a delicate matter all on itself. She was in a very
complicated stage of her life; after her family had lost all of their money,
she had moved to Los Angeles to try her luck as an actress, and had ended up
becoming an assistant to an undead detective, connected to the visions from the
Powers That Be as the only tangible memory of one whom she had loved and hadn�t
had the chance to tell him how she had felt.
Now, for
several months, she had been stuck in a strange and absorbing relationship with
the undead detective himself, carrying all of the responsibilities of a wife
and enjoying not even the minimal fraction of what a first date gets. She
fetched him blood, forced him out of his bedroom when he was particularly
broody, insisted that he looked on the matter if she had a vision which she
thought the rest of them couldn�t handle alone, and even sat for hours with
him, talking nonsense so he would temporarily take his mind off the brooding.
In the
beginning Angel had been attentive and caring, but in the last couple of weeks
he had secluded himself so completely that not even Cordelia had been able to
break through his barriers. Emotional and physical, if one counted the
massive door he kept almost continuously locked against the world. He had even
suggested to contact fellow ex-watcher Rupert Giles, back in Sunnydale, but
Cordelia had begged him not to get the slayer involved, and he had given in
without a fight.
"Where
are Fred and Gunn?" Cordelia asked him as she came back down, triumphal,
with Angel on her arm
"They
went to the movies, abusing of the fact that you haven�t had a vision in
days..." he replied, his mind elsewhere. He barely acknowledged Angel as
he uttered a dead-like "Hello Wes" before going into the kitchen for
his blood mug. Something was not right, and no sooner he found out what it was
he would call Giles.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 10 .��).��).��)
"...and
then I thought he had been in Bangladesh, because I heard secondhand that a
very old immortal had been decapitated by an unknown immortal with awesome
fighting skills, and when I got there it turned out that the other guy was
Sergey Schaterbatsky, a very well recorded immortal whose watcher had been drunk
at the time of the challenge, thus failing to fill his report..." Methos
explained matter-of-factly, trying to please Rupert, who had not been able to
conceal his excitement after he had learnt that Adam Pierson had been the head
Methos researcher for many years.
It still
amazed him, after a long time knowing Adam and quite a while knowing he was
actually Methos, how much the Old Guy could pull off out of nowhere, either to
protect his identity or his life, or just simply for the sake of a good
evening�s entertainment. With the oldest immortal it was always a difficult
task to know whether he was telling the truth, or an invention he had
manufactured along the way.
"And
by the time you left the watchers, had you discovered anything about
Methos?" Giles hungrily asked, obviously thrilled to the bone at the
thought of a 5000 years man walking amongst them
"Nothing
more than old tales and vague mentions by other immortals" the man himself
replied, with an amazingly believable expression of disappointment "Either
he is very elusive, or he is indeed no more than a legend..." he
concluded, standing up to help himself to another glass of Scotch.
The talk
about Methos had been going on for a while, and it was really getting hard for
him to keep serious, specially since the old man�s fictitious stories about his
research had already surpassed the formal lies he had told at the watchers, and
he was now coming up with freshly invented anecdotes, which flowed easily out
of his mouth as Giles grew more and more interested.
He cast a
glance at Richie, and was not surprised to see that the young immortal was
laughing through Methos� stories, obviously amused himself, as he smoked a
cigarette. However, by the time the ancient�s storytelling came to a halt the
kid stood up.
"Joe,
I have to go somewhere..." he explained as he grabbed his coat "I�ll
see you back at the hotel, okay"
He did not
have to say he was not crazy about the boy going around alone in a foreign
town, specially since MacLeod had specifically requested that he should not be
left alone until they were certain the town was free of belligerent immortals.
"Maybe
Adam can give you a ride..." he suggested, trying not to be too obvious
when asking Methos to watch him
"Oh,
bloody hell!" the Old Guy exclaimed sarcastically "I don�t want to be
stuck all night playing Driving Miss Daisy!" he complained
"Talk
about Miss Daisy..." Richie replied, putting on his coat "I�m not the
one who has been telling stories all night about a boring old immortal"
"At
least I�ll still have my head in the morning, which is more than I can grant
you..." the oldest immortal said under his breath as he grabbed his own
coat "And don�t you think you�re gonna smoke in my car!" he
added quite loudly, finishing his drink with an annoyed look on his face
Giles had
obviously not heard a thing of Methos� first sentence, but he had had a hard
time trying not to laugh out at it. Then he had laughed alongside with the
librarian at the second part, and luckily the two immortals left right away,
after thanking Rupert for dinner, fighting with each other all the way out like
two teenagers, rather than one teenager and one 5000 year-old.
Now, he
would have some time to catch up on his friend�s recent life events, which he
had avoided out of politeness in the presence of the other two. There were
actually a few things he wanted to ask Rupert.
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