"What the hell are you doing here?" Dawson asked me, with a surprised look.
I held up my scotch and soda. "Drinking."
"I can see that. You know what I mean."
"I guess I do."
Of course I knew what he meant. I had done a fast fade after the explosion. But then, there was a lot I had to do. Change my identity. Get new papers. Play around with my bank accounts (lots of fun there...betweeen English, my truly abhorrent French and non-existent German...and remembering not to touch anything I held under my former legal ID.)
But my "disappearance" only lasted two weeks.
I sighed. "I had to come back. I couldn't let it go. I can't go home again....like they say. And...if there is a possibility of the virus still being out there.... or if...."
But then I felt the presence, and looked up. Methos. Exactly who I hoped I'd see. Dawson nodded to both of us, and made his way back to the bar.
Methos took the seat across from me at the table.
"Howdy," I drawled. He looked a little different to me. As if he hadn't slept. As if he'd been thinking.
"There was no virus...the device was just..."
"I know. I saw."
"It blew chunks out of the cement. If ...someone...had been standing in front of it..."
"That person would be blown apart. In pieces," I finished. But I had done it. They were both out of the way when it went off--probably just got a little singed...and we can deal with that.
"How did you know?"
"I didn't. I just thought," and here I hesitated. Did he need to know this? "It wasn't about the world. Or power. It was about you. The Horsemen. It was about what was."
His eyes widened, but he said nothing, so I went on.
"Besides, you swore an oath to him that you would kill MacLeod. You told me as much...but you were on MacLeod's side, and that meant you were betraying Kronos. I can't imagine what he felt...but if that were me, I'd want you dead."
He nodded, but then looked at me strangely.
"You cared for him, didn't you? You loved him?"
Strange. I didn't know how to answer that. Once, I'd have said, "Yes," and it would have been past question, but now, I wasn't so sure. Maybe there wasn't a word for what I felt for Kronos. I cared for him, wanted him, almost understood him, but if I loved him, wouldn't I have been by his side when he asked me? Or wouldn't I have taken out MacLeod and Methos? Or wouldn't I have....been able to answer the d@mn question?
But doing any of those things was impossible.
Forget world destruction. Apocalypse--whatever. The virus--nuts.
Maybe Love is the real Beast.
Posted on Jul 10, 1999, 10:18 PM from IP address 216.164.192.13