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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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[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Leave it to MacLeod to make him feel guilty. But at the same time, the less Daniel had to see of this man...

His brow furrowed and he looked at the ground.

"I want to end this. Now. Daniel can be angry at me later..."

He'd deal with the consequences after. All that mattered was that Daniel was safe.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"All right," Mac said quietly. "I assume you want me to stay here with him while you're gone?"

Daniel had given great thought to actually trying to go after Brian but the meds finally caught up with him and he succumbed to sleep, still trying to plan out his revenge against the immortal.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos nodded, "Yes.. if you could Mac. I'd appreciate it. Knowing he's safe will make this easier."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"All right. I'll stay here. But look... I don't normally condone you doing so because I think it breaks the rules, but I'm willing to risk it this time. Take two swords with you. If he's not going to play by the rules, then maybe you shouldn't either..." And that was a hard thing for Mac to suggest because he lived by those rules. But he'd heard enough about what this immortal did to other immortals and their spouses. Methos and Daniel had both been through more than enough.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He nodded, "I'll do that."

And he'd be carrying a gun, just in case. And several knives. He wasn't taking any chances.

Methos stood, "Thank you, highlander. I owe you."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, come back with your head still on your shoulders and consider it even," Mac said quietly, standing as well. "I mean it, Methos. I don't want to have to tell your husband you're dead... for good this time."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos smiled, "I haven't survived this long because I'm easy to kill. Just because I tend to avoid fights doesn't mean I can't win them."

He went in search of his coat, swords, as various weaponry.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Mac watched him wander about the house before heading into the living room to take a seat on the couch. As Methos came back to leave, he gave him a quick look.

"Call me when it's over so I know."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"Of course, Mac. Of course." he agreed, and then he was gone.

The drive was shorter than Methos expected, but he'd still had sufficient time to plan. He parked out of range of Brain's ability to sense him. He pulled out his set of binoculars and scanned the property and inside the windows to see if he could spot the Immortal.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Brian was sitting at a desk inside his study, typing away at the laptop that was there, planning out his next move. His plan was to meet with Dante and the professor in two days time. He would take Daniel and leave the immortal in suspense for a few days, wondering and worrying as to where his husband might be. Eventually, Brian would tell him... and then Brian would have the immortal's head.

He stood and walked away from the desk and towards the bedroom where he stood in front of an obviously old portrait hanging from his wall. most likely, his first wife...

He didn't trust Dante and, as a precaution, had someone watching the immortal's home and his husband...

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos watched Brian as he walked about his bedroom. He inched toward the house, still out of range to be sensed. His eyes caught the portrait, and an evil glint went to his eyes.

He dropped the duffel bag that he'd brought with him, and pulled out the three Molotov cocktails he'd put together using the gasoline from his car. He had to be close enough to be sensed in order to throw them. So he took one readying breath, lit them, then took a running start and hurled one right into the open window of Brian's bedroom. Sending the portrait a blaze almost immediately. He tossed the other two inside the downstairs windows after he'd broken them, setting those rooms on fire as well.

The element of surprise was blown. But the effect it would have on Brian's mood would be worth it. Anger would make him sloppy. And Methos planned to use that to his advantage. He made his way to the doorway, back pressed against the outside of the house, so that Brian wouldn't spot him, only feel his presence.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Brian felt the immortal just before his whole world seem to catch on fire around him. Grabbing his cutlass, he dashed downstairs and outside, still feeling that presence and looking around intently. The alarm in his house would no doubt be sending emergency crews soon enough. Damn it!

"Dante! I know you're out there! Leaving your husband on his own was not the smartest of your ideas!" Even now, as he watched carefully for the other immortal, he hit the speed dial on his phone and waited for his contact to pick up.

"Grab the professor..." he growled into the phone still searching for Dante.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He pressed the gun to Brian's temple just as he spoke those words, having snuck up on him from around the corner of the house as he'd been dialing.

"Tell whoever that is on the other end of the line to stand down or I will blow your head off right now, and take your head-- damn the rules. You've lost the right to them a long time ago, anyway." Methos voice was absolute and deadly.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"You'll shoot me and take my head anyway, Dante," Brian growled even as he smirked slightly. "Not much incentive for me to cooperate, is there?"

At the house, Mac was reading through one of Daniel's books on the Revolutionary War when he heard a noise coming from the back of the house.

"Daniel?" he called as he stood and headed for the noise.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos glared, "I suppose you're right."

He pulled the trigger. He would just have to trust that Mac could handle whatever was being sent his way. There was nothing else he could do.

He was still going to play this by the book. He wanted to end Brian in God help him, a fair fight. But it wouldn't be here. He quickly tied up Brian with Duct tape and dragged him to the trunk, grabbing Brian's sword as well. The fire crews were off in the distance and he had to take this somewhere else.

Methos drove off, until they'd made significant distance between themselves and the fire. Plus he could hear Brian starting to struggle in the trunk. He pulled off onto a service road and parked.

He got out of the car and popped the trunk, grabbing the now waking Brian and dragging him out kicking and screaming.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Brian struggled against Methos, cursing at him in several different languages as he did so.

"What is your deal?! You're completely off your rock! Let me go and fight me if that's what you want, you bastard."


Mac headed for the bedroom and was just coming around the corner when he heard a gun shot and stopped short as he heard what sounded like a body falling to the floor. He drew his blade and slowly stepped around the corner to find Daniel sitting up on the bed, pistol in hand and someone he didn't know bleeding out on the floor. Daniel was shaking and his eyes were completely glazed over.

"Daniel..." Mac said quietly, holding out one hand towards the younger mortal. Daniel didn't even acknowledge him and Mac decided not to push it for now. So long as Daniel was safe...

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"If anyone is off their 'rock' it would be you, Brian." Methos growled before slicing the Duct tape off his hands and shoving him to the ground. He tossed Brian's sword next to him in the dirt.

"You don't use someone's loved ones as bait for the Game. I don't give a rat's arse what happened to your wife. You aren't the only one whose ever had to suffer loss..." Methos pulled out his Ivanhoe, leaving his rapier in his coat for now, "Now, get up so I can end your worthless life."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Brian grabbed his cutlass and pushed to his feet, watching the other immortal carefully.

"You have no idea what happened to me so don't you dare judge me you pompous bastard. You're an idiot for marrying one of them! They all die you know... sooner than you want! Even our own kind dies but at least we're harder to kill. And you, Dante, are going to be a pleasure to kill because once I am done with you, there will be no one left to protect your precious husband..." He circled the other immortal slowly, cutlass held tight as he looked for an opening of any kind.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos would just let him think that he was an idiot who could never understand his pain and who was leaving his husband open for attack. 'Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance.' He had no cause to further argue with this pathetic little man. There was no course, but the end of his life. The time for talk was over. So he said nothing.

He knew better than anyone, especially Brian, just how fleeting the life a mortal's life was and even those of fellow Immortals. But that was no reason to take the actions Brian had.

Methos took a defensive stance, waiting for the other Immortal to make his move.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Brian feinted left before coming around and aiming to slice his blade across Methos' stomach.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He hopped back, blocking the blade as it aimed toward his gut. His leg kicked out toward Brian's kneecap.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Brian's blade came down to block that kick even as he jumped back from it and swung back towards Methos' right arm.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He barely avoided getting his leg cut off there. Methos brought up his sword quickly blocking the shot to his arm. Then he back off, the brought his Ivanhoe outward, facing down, glaring daggers at Brian the entire time.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Brian watched him carefully, smirking slightly.

"You're quite good," he said as he continued circling him. "I would say I'm impressed but what's the point. I dare say I underestimated your age, though. That doesn't normally happen for me." He feinted right this time and as he turned he pulled a dagger from inside his jacket and thrust it towards Methos' side.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

His hand slipped into his jacket pulling out his second blade to block the dagger before it landed, "And I dare say, you've underestimated my abilities on quite a few levels."

Methos thrusted his Ivanhoe down toward Brian's stomach, as he reared his head back and then headbutted the other Immortal.