Methos paused at the door. He knew she had to have atleast least expected him to follow her, even if she hadn't still sensed his presence as he followed her up the stairs. And then...she seemed to be one of the handful who possessed that lucky acuity...as he occasionally did, of knowing what immortal approached by the sense alone. He realized she had to know, and so he opened the door,
She barely moved. SHe'd dropped herself on the sofa, promising herself no more than twenty minutes' rest...hoping she needed no more than that to recharge...to feel more acute...to feel more herself. But once she accertained that Methos had followed her, her heart jumped at the very notion that he cared. And that in itself was something--she had long told herself they were together frommere circumstance alone--thatshe could expect nothing from him. ANd yet he was here.
"Sweetness, I don't need looking after," she began, turning on her side.
"I do recall there was an episode with....the fireplace," he began. She turned red, nearly charmingly. She had begun a fire, whether awake and loaded, or asleep, she couldn't quite be sure...but it helped itself onto an unfortunate area rug.
"I'm just trying to...rest. No fires. no sleep, no real dreaming...stay?" she asked then, surprising him. "Just...give me twenty minutes...because I need them..." And there her voice broke. He suspected she could do that deliberately, and sound on the verge of tears, but knew she was earnest at the moment.
"I know," he whispered. his hand caressed her face as she dropped her head back on a cushion...and then realized what she was.
Still awake. Still eyes...looking at him. unable to rest. Still biting back words.
"Geneveieve...I know you have something to say...'
"Nothing, just...." she reached for his neck. "Be closer to me...a little. There," she said, as he leaned down, to press his face against hers. They kissed, briefly. ANd then she kissed him,fiercely. "Things have changed. I know what I have to do... you're right. The Gauntlet...whomever. I have to learn to accept all of it. but...' she held him tighter. 'What about you? Me?"
He sighed. The Game never allowed it. There was no him and her. No lovers. NO friends. But he knew....he cared. All the same. As he had before...as he could. As he would again...and understood what she was saying.
They were in it together.
Posted on Oct 18, 2000, 1:26 PM from IP address 24.4.252.12