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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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[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel felt a little of his anger pushing to the front... not that he was angry with his husband by any means but he was angry at a lot of other things. He threw his weight forward intent on knocking his husband off balance, swinging the bokken as he did so.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He used the weight against Daniel stepping to the side, and tossing Daniel onto his back, very gently. His bokken rested at his neck, "Getting frustrated during a fight leads to a quick death."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel lay there for a minute, reigning in his anger before nodding slowly and reaching out to Methos for help up.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He took his hand, pulling him up, "Did you want to take a break?"

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel pulled him closer, kissing him hard before pulling back and shaking his head.

"No, I'm good, but maybe just some of your kata exercises? I understand what you said about not attacking in anger but... I'm just feeling a lot of it right now..."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"Not at me, I hope?" He gave a small smile, still holding him tight.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"Never at you," Daniel whispered softly. "More at things I have no control over because they've already happened, my own memories... even myself a little. But no, never at you."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure you weren't getting upset with me during the sparring. I didn't want to take it too easy on you..."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"That was easy?" Daniel teased before kissing his husband once more. "No. I'm fine with it. Just... I'd like a better idea of what moves I can use before we try again, though."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He nodded, "Alright. Then katas it is."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel smiled softly and pulled away from his husband, waiting for them to begin.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos began the katas with the bokken in hand, slowly at first so Daniel would have an easier time mimicking the motions.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel followed each movement, slowly relaxing into each one, following his husband as Methos' sped up his movements just a little more.

They did this for almost an hour and Daniel felt calmer than he had in a long while as they continued.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos kept going the motions becoming increasingly quicker and more complicated. He'd stop as soon as Daniel needed to rest.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel worked hard to keep up, working to not fall behind or miss a move, his eyes intent on his husband's every move. When a second hour had passed, he finally needed a break.

"Enough for now," he said quietly, breathing hard as he set the bokken down on the patio table and grabbed at one of the bottles of water sitting there.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He'd worked up a healthy amount of sweat by that point and found the break more than welcome. He took one of the water bottles and took a long drink.

Methos looked at him with an assessing look, and a smile, "You did very well. I'm impressed."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel looked up at his husband and smiled up at him, grabbing a towel to wipe at his face.

"It was actually quite calming emotionally even if it was physically exhausting," he admitted quietly. "I can understand why you take to doing that as often as you do."

He took another long drink from the bottle in his hand and gave his husband a quick, wicked grin.

"Come join me in the pool?"

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos returned the wicked grin as he finished off his water.

"Of course dear, I could use the cool off."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel stripped of his shirt and was headed for the pool when the phone rang. He gave a heavy sigh.

"Go on. Let me get that and I'll meet you at the pool."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"Alright." he smiled, then dove in once he was down to his boxers, "Don't be too long."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel chuckled and went to answer the phone.

"Hello?" He looked out the window, watching his husband and then frowned when there was no answer. "Hello?" he said again. There was again no answering voice but Daniel knew someone was there. And he was pretty sure he knew who it was.

"Stop playing this game with us, Brian." He went to hang up the phone when Brian spoke.

"Don't hang up the phone. If you do so, your husband will die a particularly painful death in your pool. Oh yes. I can see you both from where I am but he can't feel me. I'm too far away. I do, however, have a sniper's rifle with me. If you alert him to my presence, I'll shoot him where he is and take his head before I take you."

Daniel didn't move. he didn't know how true all of this was but he wouldn't put his husband in danger.

"What... what do you want, Brian?"

"Eventually, I want your husband's head and his power. Before that though? I want to watch him suffer... from knowing he couldn't protect you..."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos was diving under the water and doing laps in the pool waiting for Daniel to return. Then it got to be a few minutes, and Methos started to get worried. Who could be calling?

After a few minutes he got out of the water and came inside in search of his husband, "Daniel?"

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel looked at him in a mixture of fear and anger but didn't have a chance to speak before shot rang out and busted the glass in the kitchen window.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"Daniel, wha--" the shot hit Methos right in the back of the head, brain matter and blood spraying out the front of his skull, and he collapsed on the ground like a sack of potatoes.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel was too shocked to move but move he finally did, running to grab the pistol from their bedroom where it was kept as he moved back to where his husband lay. He had no idea what the hell a shot like that was going to do to Methos but he'd be damned if he let Brian anywhere near him until his husband woke.

He picked up the receiver of the phone.

"You fucking bastard! I didn't call him in!"

"Consider it a warning. I'm done wasting my time. When he wakes, you tell him to meet me at the campus training field in two nights. He's to bring you with him." The line went dead and Daniel didn't know what to do as he tried to hold his husband, shaking and crying. When time passed and Methos didn't wake, Daniel went for his husband's wallet and found MacLeod's number, calling it and waiting for an answer.

"Gods... Methos, please... please wake up... oh god... damn it... come one, MacLeod... please pick up the phone..."