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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 clung to Methos tightly, burying his face into his husband's neck.

"That he.. he wants to meet you... in two days... school's training field... he said you had to bring me with you..."

"Why in the bloody hell, would I bring you with me? Does he think I'm stupid?" Methos scoffed, "It's not like I can expect him to be playing by any set of rules... why should I?"

Daniel shook at the intensity behind his husband's voice.

"I'm... i'm sorry... I was just... telling you w-what he said..."

He blinked, "Daniel... I wasn't yelling at you. I'm just... I want Brian dead. I don't care about the rules he wants me to play. I'm going to turn the tables on him. He likes to be in control, and I plan to take that control away."

Daniel nodded and clung to Methos again, completely forgetting to tell him that MacLeod was already on his way to Spain...

"How?" he asked softly.

"He isn't the only one who knows how to fire a gun." He had a very dark look in his eyes.

Daniel nodded and just held there, forgetting that they were still on the kitchen floor surrounded by blood and glass.

"I should... I should get washed up." Methos said, suddenly.

Daniel's grip tightened on his lover when Methos went to pull away.

"Don't leave me alone," he whispered softly. "I didn't know... what would happen to you... being shot like that... I was afraid you... you wouldn't come back."

"Alright..." he stopped trying to get up, "We should at least get out of the blood... and broken glass."

Daniel swallowed hard and nodded slowly, moving to stand and keep at least some sort of a hold on his husband as he did so. He then took in the mess around them and everything seemed to crash inside of him and he let go and ran into the bathroom, getting sick rather violently.

Methos followed after, his concern palpable. He walked into the bathroom stripping off his bloody shirt and tossing it aside.

He comes up next to him, "Daniel...?"

Daniel knelt there for a moment, shaking still, tears stinging his eyes and the vile taste in his throat. He dry heaved a couple more times before he finally pushed to his feet and rinsed out his mouth at the sink.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, meeting his husband's worried gaze in the mirror. "I just... it all sorta just hit me at once..."

He nodded, rubbing his back. "I understand."

Daniel turned around slowly and brushed a hand through his husband's hair.

"I love you," he whispered harshly, knowing he still had tears in his eyes. "I love you so very much..."

Methos pulled him close, "And I love you, Daniel... I'm so sorry, about all this. I just wanted us to have a quiet life together. But things keep getting in the way..."

"But it will be over soon enough and then we can get back to living our lives, right?" He needed Methos to tell him yes, even if it was a lie, he just needed to hear that things would be okay once this bastard was out of their lives.

"Yes, of course, Daniel. I'll kill him and we can go back to our lives. I'll buy this house, you'll keep teaching and I'll run my shop. And we'll be happy."

He could lie. Especially if he wanted it to be true too.

Daniel nodded and wrapped his arms around his husband tightly, just standing there for a few more minutes before pulling back.

"You need a shower... well, we both probably do, but you get started and... I will go clean up the mess in the kitchen and then I'll join you..."

"No... I can clean it up." Methos offered quickly.

"Methos, you just got shot, died and came back all in the matter of about half an hour. I can do this. Get in the shower and get the blood and all off of you before I come back to join you." He kissed his husband softly before he turned and headed for the kitchen, shutting down emotionally to get everything swept and cleaned up before he looked at the broken window and frowned, not sure what to do about it. He then remembered some plyword in the basement and went to get it and some nails, boarding up the window until he could get it fixed. That all done, he finally joined his husband in the bathroom, stripping and stepping into the shower with him.

He was soaping up his hair, after he'd gotten all the blood out, when Daniel stepped into the shower. He looked at him with concern, "You okay?"

Daniel nodded slowly, not quite meeting his husband's gaze for a moment before he moved quickly, pushing Methos into the tiled wall and kissing him almost bruisingly hard, his hands sliding across his husband's body in an effort to calm himself and remind himself that Methos really was still in one piece and alive.

He returned the heated kiss, murmuring against his lips, "I'm here, baby... I'm here..." Methos' hands ran up his back, holding him close.

Daniel shivered and nipped his way along his husband's jaw and neck before he pulled back and met his gaze slowly.

"I love you," he said softly, caressing the side of Methos' face.