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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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Daniel shook his head quickly, trying not to worry his husband but also knowing it was useless. He turned and buried his face into Methos' neck.

"I'm sorry," he whispered over the sound of the water beating down around them. "I'm terrified of losing you to this bastard... or of him getting hold of me to somehow get to you..."

He ran his hand along the side of Daniel's head soothingly, "Shhh.... I'll take care of him... I will."

Truth was Methos was equally scared. But he was also furious. And Brian really had no idea who he was messing with.

"I'm sorry for being so weak... so bad with all of this," he whispered, pulling back to look at his husband almost shyly. "Just... come to bed? Hold me?"

"Of course." he nodded, stepping out of the tub, holding on to Daniel's hands as he did, leading him to the bedroom.

Daniel followed Methos into their bedroom and crawled into bed, waiting for his husband to join him.

He slid into the bed alongside Daniel, his arms wrapping around him.

Daniel curled in closer to Methos, closing his eyes slowly.

"You'll be here when I wake, right? I... I'd rather not wake up to an empty bed right now..."

"I'm not going anywhere, Daniel." he promised.

"I'll hold you to that promise," he whispered softly before giving himself over to sleep.

Outside on the property, Brian kept far enough away that he knew Dante wouldn't feel his presence. He would wait, he could be patient. Soon enough he knew Dante would have to leave Daniel alone even for a little while and then Brian would have his chance.

Methos' sleep wasn't much of one. He couldn't sleep for the constant fear that Brian might be waiting to attack. He watched Daniel as he slept, holding him in his arms the entire night.

When morning came he stayed in bed until Daniel awoke.

Daniel woke slowly just after dawn, content to find Methos still lying next to him.

"Morning," he said softly, nuzzling up against his husband's neck.

"Morning, love." he pressed his lips to Daniel's forehead, "I'm going to make breakfast. I was thinking churros. Something sweet."

"Oh. That sounds great. I'll be down as soon as I get dressed."

"Alright." he kissed him softly, before slipping out of bed and throwing on a pair of sweatpants.

He made his way down to the kitchen and started to fry up the breakfast.

Daniel smiled as he watched his husband leave the room before he got dressed, pulling on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms before heading downstairs and sitting himself on a stool at the island, content to just watch Methos for now.

Once finished with the churros he brought them over and set half of them on Daniel's plate and half on his own.

He smiled up at Daniel, "How did you sleep?"

"Okay for the most part," he said quietly, moving to make coffee for them. "A few strange dreams but, given all that's happening, it doesn't surprise me. At least they weren't nightmares. Did you sleep at all?"

"Yes, some."

Not at all. Lies come so easily for him. He doesn't want Daniel any more worried than he already is.

Daniel nodded and poured the coffee, bringing one mug to Methos before sitting next to him once more. He was quiet for a few minutes, eating one of the churros before he spoke.

"After my first ascension, when I was returned, I had no memory of who I was or where I belonged. I don't think I'd ever felt so lost in my life until I got back some of my memories... well, everything except from the year I was gone."

Methos listened in interest and he drank from the coffee Daniel had handed him.

"I can't imagine, not knowing who you were... not remembering anything...."

"I had to take everyone's word about it all... who I was, what I did, where I'd been and what all had happened in my absence. I apparently even appeared to them on more than one occasion in my ascended state. Again, I don't remember any of it." He sipped at his coffee for a few minutes, collecting his thoughts.

"The people who wanted me to ascend again... they didn't understand that it wasn't a voluntary action. I wasn't doing it because I wanted to. There was an Ancient named Oma that kept ascending me, trying to make me stay with her and the other ancients..."

"Why did she want you ascended with her and the others? Did she say why?" Methos asked.

Daniel slowly shook his head. "Not until my second ascension... when I remember everything that happened. I tried to destroy Anubis... one of the original system lords who was trying to become an ascended being. He would have had more power than anyone in the universe if he'd managed to do so. He wanted information about Atlantis... and I was the only one who knew how to get there. I eventually had to make a decision to either stay an ascended being or... go back to Earth and risk dying all over again. But I'd have my memories and I'd know how to find Atlantis and help defeat our biggest enemies... so I went back..."

He nodded, reaching a hand out to take his husband's hand, "And then you came back and found Atlantis.."

"Yeah... I found it... and Jack refused to let me go," Daniel said quietly, looking down at his plate, pushing one of the churros around before picking it up and taking a bite from it. "Said he couldn't risk sending me on what could be a one way mission. It would be almost three years before I would see Atlantis and I wasn't there but a day or so because I needed information from the Ancients and it was hidden in Atlantis. Then too... Jack was always holding me back... he never wanted me far from his reach or out of his sight... He was possessive." He looked up slowly. "I think that's part of why Brian terrifies me so much. Something in him reminds me of Jack..."