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He'd been teaching now for almost a month and he was enjoying it immensely. His students were great - he had three classes that he lectured in on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and the good thing was, he was typically done by one in the afternoon. He'd spend two more hours in his office in case the students had questions and so that he could put grades into the computer when necessary.

It was just such an afternoon and he was waiting for Methos to come pick him up for the day - they were going out to dinner that night - when a knock at his door got his attention.

"Come in," he called out in Spanish. The door opened to reveal one of his students, a young American named Brian who was probably twenty years old if that. Brian smiled as he came in and closed the door. "What can I help you with, Brian?" Daniel continued in English.

"Well, I had some questions about your lecture on World War One," he said quietly as he sat down in front of Daniel's desk. Daniel nodded and leaned back in his chair.

"What kind of questions?"

"Well, more like observations, really," Brian said with a smile. What his professor didn't know was that Brian had fought in the first world war - for America - and then again in World War II and some of the things Daniel had spoken of, Brian either didn't remember happening or he remembered them a different way. Plus, it gave him a chance to spend time with the good looking man. Of course, Brian had seen the wedding band on Daniel's finger but that had never stopped Brian before...

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"It did sound rather ominous..." Methos frowned, following Daniel to the office.

"Oh, how much?" that made him smile, bringing him out of his thoughts on Brian.

"Their starting price is two point five million," he said softly, plugging in his laptop. "I told the agent you'd call him if we were still interested." He pulled up his online grade book.

Wow. That was a lot. But not entirely unexpected. He had the money, so why not spend it on something they wanted, "Alright. I'll give him a call."

Daniel stopped what he was doing and looked up at Methos slowly.

"Did you hear the price I just gave you? That's a lot of money, Dante..." He had to remind himself to use that name in this place, especially with suspicious immortals wandering around. "I just... if it's what you want then okay but I don't want you to feel like it's something we have to stick with. We could probably find something a little less expensive..."

But probably not as private...

"I have a lot of money. And I seldom get the opportunity to flaunt it so egregiously. Plus I want this place... it's been perfect for us." he explained, as he went to the phone to first call Joe and then about the house.

Daniel just chuckled softly and left him alone to call the older mortal.

Joe answered on the second ring.

"Dawson..."

"Joe. It's Adam." he was paranoid. Joe was a Watcher and his phone might be tapped. He wasn't going to risk it.

"Adam. I'm surprised to hear from you. Mac said you were having quite the busy life these days. Everything all right?"

"I've had a run in with another Immortal... I wanted to see if the Watchers were familiar. The name he's going by is Brian Jefferson. He's implied that he's old enough to have fought in the American Revolution..."

There was silence on Joe's end of the line and the mortal man cursed silently to himself. He'd hoped Jefferson wouldn't run into Methos and his partner...

"Ah, look, Adam, perhaps we should talk about this when I get home tonight. On my personal cell phone? You still have that number, yes?"

"Yes... I do." Methos eyes narrowed, the implications having him worried, "I'll call you tonight, Joe."

"Good, good. I'll have that information for you then. Be. Careful." That said, Joe ended the call and went to work gathering the information he knew Methos would want when he called back that night.

Daniel looked up from where he sat at the desk.

"Dante? Everything okay?"

"Joe told me to tall him later tonight on a private line... it didn't sound good. Brian must be bad news..." Methos frowned.

"So... I suppose you'd prefer I stay with you until you close tonight then?" Daniel asked softly, sitting back in the chair as he waited for that answer.

"Yes." he nodded, "I don't know what Brian might be planning, but I don't want you out of my sight, love."

"All right," Daniel said, standing and walking over to him, kissing him softly. "I will stay here and work on grading these papers and then, if you want, I can give you a hand in the store?"

He nodded, returning the kiss, running his hands along Daniel's back, "That would be good... yes."

"Good." He kissed him again softly before pulling back. "All right then. Go run your store and let me get these papers graded. I'll join you soon enough, love."

"Alright." he smiled, softly. Then he turned and went out to the store, to attend to his patrons.

Daniel watched him go then smiled and went back to grading his papers. Two hours later he was done and stood, walking out into the store itself, happy to see how crowded it was. He found his husband behind the counter of the coffee shop and went over to him.

"Where do you need me?" he asked.

Methos looked up from the cash register, "Do you know how to make cappuccino? I need four, smalls..." he pointed behind him, "The machine is just over there."

Daniel nodded and went to start on the four small cappuccino's his husband needed. A few moments later they were done and he handed them out.

Methos told him another order, and then another, until they got in a good steady rhythm. It wasn't long until it was time for the store to close.

"I just have to clean the tables and close up and then we can head home. Thanks for your help, Ibraham."

"No problem, love. Tell you what. Do what you need to do to close up and I'll take care of the tables." He pressed a kiss to his husband's cheek as he headed out to the small area of tables.

"Thank you." he smiled and quickly went to work closing out the cash register, then locking the front door and shutting of the machines, then the lights at the front. Then he waited at the backdoor for Daniel, so that they could leave.