"He told me enough," Mac answered, returning his katana to the inside of his coat as he stepped inside. "I've heard of Jefferson but never had a run in with him. Joe filled me in on a lot. Your husband was quick to call him."

Daniel looked up as they entered the living area and stood slowly, despite the pounding in his hair.

"I only called him after I couldn't reach you," Daniel said quietly, holding out his hand to MacLeod. "Daniel Jackson."

Duncan took the younger man's hand. "Duncan MacLeod. I'm sorry I didn't answer when you called me first. I didn't recognize the number or the country code at first. When I did, I called Joe. Luckily he was still on the phone with you." Daniel nodded and moved closer to Methos, resting a hand on his husband's arm.