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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]

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.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

he barely missed being gutted but being headbutted caught him off guard and he stumbled back, losing his dagger and just barely managing to keep hold of his cutlass to block the blow till aimed at his stomach. With a sharp yell, he went back on the offensive thrusting towards Methos's chest as he did so.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He brought both swords up with a cross, with Brian's thrust coming between them, he dropped to the ground, and used Brian's forward momentum against him tossing him over his head.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Brian rolled and came back up onto his feet quickly, cutlass held at the ready once more, breathing a little heavier than before now as he grew angrier at how much this other immortal seemed to know.

He gave another cry, this one more filled with rage than anything else as he moved back towards Methos, swinging towards the other immortal's stomach as he did so.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos blocked the shot with one blade and brought down the other to chop off his hand. Then he kicked Brian to the ground.

He brought up the rapier high over his own head, "There's something I'd like you to know before you die. It's not something I often tell other Immortals. But considering you're about to be not so Immortal... I figure I can tell you."

"I am not only older than you previous thought... I am the oldest living Immortal. I'm Methos. And you, Brian? You're nothing."

He brought the sword down, rending Brain's head from his body.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

The immortal's Quickening flashed and radiated from ground to sky, around Methos' body, crashing through him as most others had done in the past. When it finally ended, the world around him would be dark and quiet once more.

Only the ringing of his cell phone could now be heard as Mac tried calling him, worrying over the amount of time that had passed and the fact that Daniel was still sitting in bed, pistol in hand and not saying anything.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Gasping for breath and on his knees, Methos picked up the phone, "Hello?"

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"Methos... thank God. You're all right then... please tell me you've finished off Jefferson.."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"Yes... I just did." Methos confirmed, having finally caught his breath. He stood and started back toward his car.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"Good. You need to get back here then. Quickly." There was a hint of worry to Mac's voice even if he'd tried to hide it as he spoke.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"What happened?" Methos frowned, rushing to his car and hopping in, before speeding off back home.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

"I think Brian had someone watching the house or something. About half an hour after you left someone came in through the back an tried to grab Daniel. I heard noise and went to check on him and heard a gun shot. Daniel had shot whomever it was. Thing is... he's not responding to me, Methos. He's just sitting there, on the bed, pistol still in his hand and I can't get in there to remove the dead body or find out who he is."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

His eyes widened in concern, "I-alright, I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm already heading back."

He stepped on the gas, flooring it the whole way back to the house. He got out of the car and rushed in and to the bedroom.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Mac was standing in the hallway when Methos arrived and he grabbed the older man by the arm.

"Don't get yourself shot, please," he warned softly. "I'm not so sure he's going to recognize it's you at first."

Daniel heard the voices but he couldn't focus on them. He was not going to get taken again by anyone. No way. Not again. He was not going be that weak ever again.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos looked to the room then back at MacLeod. He gave a quick nod before slowly making his way to the door.

"Daniel, love?" he asked tentatively, slowly opening the door.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel was shaking just a little as he heard his name said just off to his left.

"No more," he said quietly. "I won't let them take me again. I'm not going to be anyone's pawn... never again..." He was still looking to where he'd shot the unknown man, still holding tightly to the gun in his hand.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

"No one is going to take you, love..." Methos voice was pained, as he watched his husband. If Brian weren't dead, he'd have killed him again, just for what it had done to Daniel.

He stepped into the room, hands held outward.

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel heard the words and slowly turned his head, following Methos' movements with his eyes as his husband came towards him.

"Is... is he dead?" he asked softly, his gaze no longer empty and cold as Daniel slowly came back to himself.

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He nodded slowly, coming closer and onto the bed, "Yes. He's dead."

[dr-dmjacksonsg1.livejournal.com]

Daniel looked down at the gun in his hand and then suddenly looked back up, fear in his eyes as his breathing picked up.

"Oh... oh gods, Methos...I shot someone..." He turned to look over to where the body still lay on the floor. "Oh gods...it was real... I really did shoot him..."

[really-oldguy.livejournal.com]

He put his hand over the gun, "It was self-defense, Daniel... he'd been working for Brian..."