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[dr_daniel_jackson]

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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Methos had been on his way to Daniel's office, after closing up the library cafe he'd opened downtown, when the buzz of a Quickening stopped him dead in his tracks. His eyes narrowed in an almost predatory fashion. So much so that the students that were walking down the hall started whispering and avoiding him.

He rushed to Daniel's door not even caring that he ran there like a mad man, no doubt raising the eyebrows of more than a few people. He opened the door and walked in with big strides, not bothering to close the door behind him.

There was a young looking man seated across from his husband. There wasn't a doubt in Methos' mind that he was the one he'd felt. He didn't draw his sword, but he leveled him with a dangerous look as he spoke to Daniel, although his voice was level, "Ibraham... is this one of your students?"