Immortal Beloved

by C. E. Murphy

  Methos quirked a faint smile. “It’s safe.”

  “Safe? Safe where?” Duncan ignored his glass a moment, studying Methos intently. The old man only smiled at him, an eyebrow lifted in amusement, and after a long moment shook his head slightly.

  “Let it go, MacLeod. It’s safe, and that’s all you need to know.”

  Silence reigned for a few seconds before Joe made a dmismissive gesture, letting the question of the Book go as instructed. “I know this guy named Dawson,” he said. “Real trustworthy sort. I think he’ll keep an eye on Pierson a while. Won’t be much trouble for him. He already watches somebody called MacLeod, and Mac’s been palling around with Pierson for a while now. Way the Watchers figure it, Pierson’s gonna need some training with a sword, and MacLeod’s been waiting around for Pierson to get himself killed so he can be his teacher.” Joe lifted a shot of whisky to Duncan. “Mac’s like that, y’know.”

  Duncan picked up his own shotglass and touched it to Joe’s. “He is,” the Highlander agreed with a smile. He looked at Methos again, eyebrows lifted. “Methos? What happened?”

  Methos lifted his glass in two fingers to look at the amber liquid. After a brief silence, he touched his glass against his friends’. “I survived.”

  the end