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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 had just needed something to take his mind off of what had happened which is why he'd ended up cooking in the first place.

He brought plates to the table along with a bottle of wine and sat down across from Methos, eating quietly for the moment.

He did the same, more or less eating without paying attention to what it was he was even putting in his mouth. All his thoughts lay on Brian, and ending his miserable life.

Daniel didn't know what to say so he kept his thoughts to himself as much as possible, finishing only about half of what he'd put on his plate while finishing off almost three glasses of wine. He sat back in the chair, closing his eyes, rubbing a hand along his temples. He knew he was getting a migraine but he was trying to ignore it for now.

Methos finished off his food, but he hadn't actually tasted it. He'd just gone through the motions, until it was gone.

He looked up at Daniel, once it was finished, "I seem to recall you said you called Joe..?"

Daniel looked up in confusion for a moment before he groaned and dropped his head on the table.

"Yeah..." he answered, giving a soft whimper as he did so. "He said something about sending your friend MacLeod..."

Which, if he could tell time correctly at the moment, meant the Scottish immortal would likely be there within the next hour or so.

He blinked, oh bloody hell.

"Mac's coming?" he leaned back in his chair, "Maybe... maybe he can help us with Brian, somehow?"

Daniel looked up slowly, squinting a little as the pain in his head began to move from a stabbing pain into an insistent throbbing sort of pain.

"Uhm... okay... I'm all for that. How?"

"Daniel... are you okay?" he reached over the table for his hand.

"We'll have to discuss it when he gets here. I'm not sure. Maybe it could just be as a reassurance that Brian plays by the rules."

Daniel dropped his head to the table again, the throbbing in his head more insistent and now starting to make him nauseated as well.

"Okay," he said quietly. "I figured you don't call him a boy scout for no reason... he's not gonna like my idea of just shooting Brian and letting you take his head." He gave another soft whimper, squeezing Methos' hand tightly.

"My head," he finally said softly. "I'm getting a really, really bad migraine. My pain meds are in the bathroom but taking them usually knocks me out. I was just... trying to wait until your friend got here so I didn't seem like I was trying to be rude or anything by not being awake or whatever..."

"No. He wouldn't like that idea at all. Most likely." Methos agreed, squeezing Daniel's hand.

"Daniel... he'll understand. I don't want you in pain. Take you medication."

"Compromise," he said softly. "I'll go settle in the living room and you bring me my meds. Maybe I can stay awake a little while longer if I'm in there with you?"

Methos nodded, "Alright, love. Compromise."

He stood to go get the medication.

Daniel moved into the living room after grabbing a glass of water and taking it with him. He sat down on the couch, waiting for his husband to bring him his meds.

He came back with the medication and handed to bottle over to Daniel before sitting down on the couch with him.

Daniel shook out two of his pills and swallowed them with the water before setting the bottle and the glass down and leaning against Methos.

"Thanks, love."

"You're welcome." he kissed his forehead, "So, I guess we'll just wait here until Mac gets here..."

"Unless there's something else you need to do?" Daniel asked quietly. He didn't hear anything and looked up at his husband, noting that far off look Methos got whenever another of his kind was around. "Methos? Is... is it MacLeod?"

"Well... I certainly hope it is." Methos stood up to get his Spanish rapier, just in case.

A light, almost cautious knock sounded at the door and Daniel stayed where he was, allowing his husband to move to the door... just in case.

Methos went to answer it, his sword at his side as he opened at peeked through the door.

Mac had his own sword drawn and at his side as the door opened slowly. He let out a sigh of relief at seeing Methos.

"God... I thought I was coming here to avenge your death or something. Are you and Daniel all right?"

He sighed a breath of relief, as well. Opening the door up and letting him in.

"Luckily not." he rubbed his neck, "And we're coping... did Joe tell you about Brian?"

"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.

"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. "It's nice to see you again... sorry it's not for a better reason."

Duncan took the younger man's hand. "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.

"Well... Brian demanded I meet him in two days and bring Daniel with me." Methos leaned into Daniel's arm, "But we need to come up with a plan of attack. Because I'm not about to go into this unawares."