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FALLING STAR Part 16
« Reply #15 on: January 15, 2012, 02:18:22 pm »
 
The part of Duncan MacLeod is temporarily being understudied.

Duncan pulls his T-bird into a parking space in the hotel parking garage and gets out of the car. He locks it up and hurries to the elevator. While in the elevator he quickly runs his hand through his hair to straighten it and tucks his shirt tail in so he doesn't look like a slob. In the lobby of the hotel he goes into the gift shop and buys some breath mints and a small bottle of cologne which he puts on to mask the smell of booze. He goes over to the hotel elevators and rides it to Athinai's floor...gets out and strolls down the hallway to her door. He stops in front of Athinai's room and knocks gently on the door.

Athinai looks up at the sound of a knock. "Huh, wonder who that is. No, London, I didn't order room service. No, I told you I was thinking about it!" Athinai says into the phone, as she walks to the door. "No, I'm going to check!"

Athinai: Oh, my god! Oh. My. God! He came!!

Athinai says softly into the phone. "I gotta go. Call you tomorrow. Bye!" Athinai says hanging up before her sister can say a word and dropping it on the table next to the door. She then opens the door with a smile. "Duncan. I didn't expect to see you," she says with a welcoming smile.

Duncan is leaning against the door jam...using his left forearm to brace himself...and when the door opens he holds out the rose with his right hand and smiles one of his award winning smiles filled with charm.

Duncan: Which is why you stuck a matchbook in my coat pocket with your room number and hotel on it. Everyone goes to that much effort when they don't expect it to pay off.

Duncan says a bit sarcastically but charmingly, too.

Athinai: Well, I certainly didn't expect you tonight! Not with the bachelor party and all.

Athinai says, completely missing the sarcasm.

Duncan starts to retract the rose and feigns a hurt look.

Duncan: Well....if you'd rather I come back another time.....

Duncan says, leaving his statement open ended.

Athinai: No, no! This is a very pleasant, if unexpected, surprise!

Athinai says taking the rose and stepping back allowing the door to open further in an invitation.

Duncan steps across the threshold into Athinai's room and slips his coat off. He looks around for a place to put it.

Athinai: Oh, just put it anywhere.

Athinai says absently, turning and wandering back into her suite.

Duncan drapes it over the back of the small settee.

Duncan: I hope you have something to drink because I didn't bring anything.

Duncan says as he takes a quick look around the room....getting a better idea of what sort of broad Athinai is.

Duncan: Or we could just call room service and have them bring a bottle of something up.

Duncan suggests.

Athinai: Sounds good. What do you want? Wine, Champagne? Anything to eat?

Athinai asks, looking coyly at Duncan.

Duncan walks over to the phone on the night stand and lifts the receiver. He dials the number for room service and when they answer he says, "a bottle of Cristal..two glasses and an order of chocolate dipped strawberries if you have any that are fresh."

Duncan listens a few seconds then says, "that's for the Penthouse Suite but I will pay for it with my American Express when it arrives." He listens a few more seconds then says, "That's fine. Thank you. The name's Duncan MacLeod. Right. Thank you." He hangs up the phone and turns to look at Athinai.

Duncan: It's on its way.

Duncan announces and smiles a charmingly proud smile.

Athinai: Lovely. And you didn't have to pay.

Athinai says with a bit of a seductive smile.

Duncan walks up to her and uses the tip of his finger to gently "tease" the edge of her robe on her shoulder.

Duncan: So...just why did you slip that matchbook into my pocket?

Duncan asks in a soft and sexy voice. He looks directly into her eyes...his own with a "bedroom eyes" look.

Athinai: In hopes that you'd make my... visit, a tad more exciting.

Athinai says with a slight toss of her head.

Duncan: Just how exciting would you like it to be?

Duncan asks softly....his voice a little more than a whisper...and his gaze travels down her neck to where his finger is teasing the edge of her robe....visualizing what is underneath it.

Athinai: Well...

Athinai says her voice a little husky.

Athinai: That depends on your definition of exciting. But based on mine. As exciting as possible.

Duncan A knock comes on the door. and a voice calls from the other side, "Room Service." Duncan puts his finger tip to Athinai's lips and says,"shhh."

Duncan: Hold that thought.

Duncan adds with a seductive smile. He walks to the door...opens it....and lets the bellboy push the small table into the room then he settles up the bill before escorting the young man out and shutting and chaining the door behind him.

Duncan: Now.....where were we?

Duncan says with a grin as he walks over to the table and picks up the bottle of champagne and the cork screw.

Athinai: You tell me.

Athinai says arching an eyebrow at Duncan, a small smile on her lips

Duncan The cork pops out of the bottle of champagne with an audible pop and some of the champagne foams out of the top of the bottle. Duncan quickly puts one of the glasses under the spilling liquid and fills the glass 2/3 of the way full. He hands it to Athinai and proceeds to fill the other glass in the same way.

Duncan: I believe you were telling me how exciting you were hoping your visit could become.

Athinai takes the glass and takes a slow sip of it, careful to make every movement as sleek and graceful as possible.

Duncan says seductively. He picks up one of the chocolate dipped strawberries and walks up to Athinai. He places the tip of the strawberry barely against her lips.

Athinai: I'm hoping it'll be one of my more exciting visits with Zoe. She can be a little boring.

Athinai says opening her mouth to take just the smallest bite of the strawberry.

Duncan holds on to the strawberry while she takes a bite and he watches her mouth.

Athinai gently chews the bit of strawberry she'd bit off.

Duncan puts the remainder of the berry in his own mouth and slowly chews it up. He washes it down with a sip of the champagne...his bedroom eyes still fixed on Athinai's lips.

Athinai finally swallows the bit of Strawberry and smiles slightly.

Duncan leans forward...placing the tips of his fingers gently under Athinai's chin and kisses her softly on the lips.

Athinai returns the kiss with a bit of hesitancy, sensing that Duncan was one of the types that liked to be the one in charge, and therefore thinking he would likely prefer just a hint of unsureness

Duncan breaks off the kiss and takes a half of a step backwards. He takes a sip of his champagne and sets the glass on the table.

Athinai takes a step forward keeping the distance between her and Duncan the same, and then swallows the last of her champagne, setting it onto the the table next to Duncan's.

Duncan: Well....let's see what we can do about that.

Duncan says in a soft and sultry voice. He reaches out and takes the end of the tie around her waist and gently tugs it loose.

Athinai lets Duncan tug the tie lose, and her robe opens to reveal her night wear. A white slip with black lace.

Duncan slips his hands under Athinai's robe and places them on either side of her waist. He leans forward and as he gently guides her backwards toward the bed his lips touch hers in a teasingly soft kiss.

Athinai smiles letting Duncan be in charge and just pleased with the direction the night was obviously going to end up.

 
To be continued
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FALLING STAR Part 17
« Reply #16 on: January 15, 2012, 02:21:12 pm »
Zoe sat staring into her glass of tea, pretending to wish it was alcohol, carefully keeping herself from smiling, and likely making herself look madder than she intended, but as it was that, or ruin the game she was up too... As she'd seen Mike run off, as soon as she'd moodily taken a table, she doubted Joe would be long, even though she hadn't asked for him.

Joe sits in his office, his elbow propped up on his desk and he's holding his head as it throbs with a hell of a hangover. Mike comes back out and walks behind the bar and says, "He's in his office. Go on in."

Zoe: Thanks Mike.

Zoe says and gets up, and heads to the office. Zoe peaks into the office and see's Joe holding his head and takes a deep breath, to keep from laughing, and schools her face before walking in, and stopping just inside the doorway.

Joe raises his head up...winces...then manages a sheepish smile.

Joe: Come on in.

Joe says obviously in pain.

Zoe: I am 'in.'

Zoe points out, her face expressionless.

Mike comes in carrying a Bloody Mary and sets it on Joe's desk. "Guaranteed to cure your hang over, boss," Mike says then leaves...closing the office door behind him. Joe picks up the glass and takes a sip.

Joe: Have a seat.

Joe says then takes another sip. He looks at Zoe and really sees her this time and frowns.

Joe: Something wrong?

Joe asks curiously.

Zoe: You lied to me.

Zoe says flatly, taking slow deep breaths, to keep from laughing.

Joe: Excuse me?

Joe asks...confused.

Zoe: You lied. You said there wasn't going to be any stripper.

Zoe says, trying to sound a little hurt, and hoping it just doesn't sound like she's about to laugh.

Joe winces...realizing what she's referring to.

Joe: I'm sorry, honey. I was just going by what the guys told me. I told them you said no stripper and they said there wasn't going to be one. Believe me....it was a complete surprise. I wouldn't deliberately lie to you.

Joe says and gets to his feet. He walks over to her and places his hands on either side of her waist. He looks into her eyes and flashes one of his charmed filled smiles.

Joe: You believe me....don't you?

Joe asks innocently.

Zoe: I don't know.

Zoe says frowning, shifting slightly.

Joe: What can I do to make it up to you?

Joe asks softly.

Zoe: I don't know.

Zoe says taking a deep breath, to keep herself from smiling.

Joe leans closer and softly kisses the side of her neck.

Joe: Are you sure?

Joe whispers.

Zoe sniffs hard, desperately trying to keep from spoiling everything by laughing, and turns her head slightly away from Joe, she felt her lips tremble. She was losing the battle with herself!

Joe hears Zoe sniff and thinks she is starting to cry so he pulls her close.

Joe: I am so very sorry, my love. I would never intentionally hurt you.

Joe says...his voice almost a whisper.

Zoe takes a deep, breath, then immediately clamps her lips shut as a laugh starts to bubble out.

Joe hears what sounds like a sob come from Zoe and he holds her closer...feeling extremely guilty.

Joe: Please, baby. Forgive me. I am so sorry.

Joe says pleadingly.

Zoe can't contain it anymore and bursts out laughing, extremely hard. She can't believe how long she managed to keep in this long.

Joe is startled by the sudden outburst of laughter and pulls her back to look at her.

Joe: Zoe Williamina Kellogg?

Joe says and raises an eyebrow.

Zoe: I'm sorry! I just couldn't resist when I heard there was a stripper!

Zoe chortles.

Zoe: I know I have nothing to worry, or be jealous about. And I'm glad that you had a good time... or so I hear.

Joe lets go of Zoe and playfully smacks her on the butt.

Joe: You're bad.

Joe says as he goes over to the door and locks it.

Joe: Sooo very bad.

Zoe: I would have said, I was rather good.

Joe says...returning to Zoe and taking her in his arms. He begins kissing her neck as he holds her tight.

Zoe laughs.

Joe steers her toward the couch...moving from her neck to her lips.

Zoe: Mmm....

Zoe sighs into Joe's lips, returning his kiss.

Joe When Joe gets Zoe to the couch he pulls back from her and begins to unbutton her blouse.

Zoe leans back a little ways, and let Joe work on her blouse.

Joe slips her unbuttoned blouse off and kisses her now bare shoulders.

Zoe: Hmmm....

Zoe moans slightly, pulling at Joe's shirt.

Joe: You smell great.

Joe whispers against her bare skin.

Zoe: I'm not so sure that's a compliment.

Zoe laughs, as she gets Joe's shirt untucked from his pants, and slides her hands beneath.

Joe slips his shirt off and gently guides Zoe onto the couch where he makes love to her.


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FALLING STAR Part 18
« Reply #17 on: January 15, 2012, 02:23:00 pm »
***The parts of Duncan MacLeod and Richie Ryan are temporarily being understudied***


Methos parks is SUV near MacLeod's Dojo, exits and slowly looks around while he locks the door. Then he walks to the back alley to get the the stairs that go directly to MacLeod's loft. He quickly climbs the stairs and feels the expected buzz just before he knocks on the door.

Duncan stands in his bathroom...a towel wrapped around his waist...and wipes the steam from from the mirror over the sink. He looks at his reflection and shakes his head.

Duncan: What the hell were you thinking, MacLeod?

Duncan says aloud to his reflection. Duncan feels a familiar strong Immortal buzz and walks out of the bathroom.

Methos waits for a moment but since he doesn't hear anyone come to the door, he knocks again.

Methos: Come on, I know you're in there. You can't pretend you're not home.

Methos says to the closed door.

Duncan walks to the door and opens it.

Duncan: Sorry. I was in the shower.

Duncan absentmindedly apologizes then walks over to the bed and picks up his robe...slipping it on over his towel.

Methos: And I thought that was your outfit for the wedding, not very appropriate but...

Methos shrugs while he enters MacLeod's loft.

Duncan: What's up?

Duncan asks as he removes his towel and goes back into the bathroom to hang it up.

Methos: What's up?

Methos frowns slightly puzzled, then he side glances at his watch.

Methos: Joe's marrying in about an hour, remember?

Duncan: What? No. The wedding's not until....

Duncan goes over to his desk and opens his day planner and fumbles through the pages looking for the date.

Duncan: I couldn't have been that drunk.

Duncan mumbles.

Duncan: Isn't today Thursday?

Duncan asks aloud...still fumbling through the pages of his day planner.

Methos raises an eyebrow following MacLeod's steps, he'd been right, MacLeod had no idea what day was it after last night.

Methos: You mean you don't know?

Methos asks concealing his amusement.

Duncan: I thought I did.

Duncan finds the page with Joe's bachelor party written on it and looks back at Methos.

Duncan: Joe's party was last night.....right?

Methos frowns puzzled at MacLeod.

Methos: You're asking me? You mean you don't remember?

Duncan: Like I said.....I thought I did. If it wasn't last night....

Duncan slumps into his desk chair.

Duncan: ....then I'm in more trouble than I thought.

Duncan moans. Duncan places his elbow on the arm of his chair and his head in his hand.

Methos: Trouble? What kind of trouble?

Methos frowns again and for real this time, he couldn't have found an Immortal challenging him on such short notice, could he? He takes a deep breath, with MacLeod anything was possible.

Duncan: The worst kind.

Duncan moans...shaking his head.

Duncan: God!

Duncan says and smacks himself in the forehead a couple of times.

Methos: Do you know this guy? I assume it's a guy since you look worried.

Methos asks as he walks near MacLeod, he knew he underestimated female Immortals.

Duncan: Guy? What guy?

Duncan asks looking up at Methos curiously.

Methos: The worst kind of trouble only means one thing in my book.

Methos shrugs before he sits on a chair near MacLeod's desk.

Duncan suddenly realizes what Methos is talking about.

Duncan: No. Not that kind of trouble.

Duncan says shaking his head.

Duncan: Actually.....I wish it were just that.

Methos: Then it can't be so bad. You'll live.

Methos points out with a smirk.

Duncan: That's what I'm afraid of.

Duncan groans and stands up. He walks over to his wardrobe and take out his tux that is covered in plastic and lays it on his bed.

Duncan: Tell me something.

Methos frowns studying MacLeod for a moment, he knew now it wasn't a challenge so what could it be to leave him in such a state?

Duncan says as he begins to unzip the plastic garment bag.

Methos waits looking at him resisting the temptation to say something.

Duncan: In all your years....have you ever done something really stupid....like slept with the wrong woman?

Duncan asks.

Duncan: And totally regretted it?

Methos: Hmm it happened once or twice.

Methos shrugs not realizing why MacLeod was making such a fuss about it.

Duncan: How did you handle it? What did you do?

Duncan asks...stopping what he is doing and looking at his older Immortal friend.

Methos: Depends. If she was an Immortal I usually left town as soon as possible.

Methos confesses chuckling softly.

Methos: A scorned woman with a sword? Pass.

Duncan looks at the clock on the wall and sees that 10 minutes has passed since Methos had said Joe's wedding was in an hour. He goes back to removing his tux from the garment bag.

Duncan stops what he is doing and glances over at Methos.

Duncan: Are you getting dressed at the bar?

Duncan asks...quirking an eyebrow.

Methos: No, I'll be dressing at my place...

Methos stops for a moment and then adds with a smirk.

Methos: In the day after tomorrow.

Duncan straightens up.

Duncan: Day after.....

Duncan closes his eyes as he realizes that Methos has been pulling his leg. He looks around for something to throw at Methos.

Duncan: Not funny, Methos.

Duncan growls.

Methos: I suspected that after last night you wouldn't know what day you were in.

Methos slowly shakes his head trying to look unhappy.

Methos: I hate to be right.

Duncan puts his tux back in the garment bag and zips it back up. His expression changes from one of being ticked off to one of relief as he puts the bag back in his wardrobe and closes the door.

Duncan: At least I only spent one night with her instead of the three you had me thinking I had.

Duncan mumbles but loud enough for Methos to hear.

Methos: Must had been one hell of a night to make you think it was three.

Methos chuckles amused wondering who was the woman MacLeod had managed to find after he left Joe's party.

Duncan grabs a pair of jeans out of his dresser and goes into the bathroom where he gets dressed.

Duncan: To be honest....I can't really remember. It's all kind of fuzzy after the stripper came in.

Duncan calls out from the bathroom.

Methos: That should teach you not to challenge me to a drinking contest.

Methos points out turning his head in the direction of the bathroom.

Duncan: What I do know is that I woke up this morning and realized I had screwed up royally.

Duncan says as he comes out of the bathroom dressed in his jeans and shirtless.

Methos: Really? You're making me curious. Does this totally wrong woman have a name?

Methos asks looking up at MacLeod as he comes closer.

Duncan: Athinai Weston.

Duncan answers simply and walks into his kitchen. He takes out two bottles of beer from the fridge and hands one to Methos as he walks over to the sofa and plops himself down.

Methos stares at MacLeod in disbelief for a moment, then he takes the beer and takes a sip before he manages to say.

Methos: You slept with the dumb blonde?

Duncan simply nods as he opens his bottle of beer and takes a long drink.

Methos smirks looking down at the beer bottle in his hands.

Methos: So you decided to behave like Richie.

Duncan: I was drunk. Give me a break....will ya?

Duncan groans and takes another drink of his beer.

Duncan: Believe me.....I know just how stupid I was. I don't need to be reminded.

Duncan grumbles and shakes his head.

Duncan: Now I don't know how I should handle it since we'll be paired off at the wedding.

Duncan adds.

Methos: Ah come on, it's not the end of the world, ignore her for a while and she'll get another guy. Girls like her don't believe in solitude.

Methos shrugs wondering why MacLeod was making such a big deal out of it.

Methos: And you could introduce her to Richie, they'll get along fine.

Methos suggests with a smirk.

Duncan looks over at Methos and lifts his bottle as if to toast him.

Duncan: Brilliant idea.

Duncan says with a grin.

Duncan: Thanks, pal.

Methos toasts back at him and then sobers up.

Methos: Actually that's the reason I came here, to ask you about a woman, but not Zoe's friend.

Methos looks at MacLeod studying him carefully before he asks.

Methos: What is it between you and that stripper?

Duncan rolls his eyes and takes a drink of his beer.

Duncan: That, my friend, is a long story. You sure you want to know?

Methos: Do I have to point out we're not getting any older? I think I have the time to hear it.

Methos says with a smirk before he takes a sip of beer.

Duncan: Her name's Michelle Webster. I was close friends with her adoptive parents. I've known her since she was a baby. When she became Immortal I tried to take her under my wing but she got this crush on me and started acting out because I kept telling her no.

Duncan takes a sip of his beer.

Duncan: So I pawned her off on Amanda. I could tell last night that she still had that crush which is why I left early.

Duncan explains.

Methos nods intending to take a look at the Watchers' Chronicles to see if they had something on her.

Methos: Yes, she couldn't have been more obvious.

Duncan: She's a bit spoiled and doesn't take no for an answer. I didn't want to ruin Joe's party so I figured it would just be better if I weren't around.

Duncan says and takes another drink of his beer.

Duncan: I couldn't just come up here so I decided to spend the night elsewhere and somewhere between making that decision and starting my car my drunken brain decided to go to Athinai's.

Duncan says shaking his head.

Duncan: I've done some stupid things in my time but this one takes the cake.

Duncan says with a chuckle.

Methos: No, it could have been worse, imagine you took Michelle to bed instead of Athinai, she's follow you around forever.

Methos chuckles softly, thinking it was really hard to shake an Immortal woman of your back without risking a confrontation, easiest way was to leave town.

Duncan: So what happened after I left?

Duncan asks in an attempt to change the subject.

Methos: Everybody got drunk.

Methos shrugs looking down at the beer bottle and taking a sip.

Methos: Except me.

Methos adds wondering if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Duncan: I trust that Joe had a good time, though....right?

Duncan asks taking another sip of his beer.

Methos: Yes, he did. The stripper began paying more attention to him after you left.

Methos mentally smacks himself for mentioning her again and adds quickly.

Methos: So did Richie.

Duncan: Well....at least I did something right last night. I think I'm going to steer clear of getting that drunk for a couple of centuries.

Duncan says with a laugh.

Methos: Hmm if that's the way you behave when you're drunk I have to agree with you.

Methos nods then he smirks when he remembers something.

Methos: You haven't been down at the Dojo yet, have you?

Duncan shakes his head.

Duncan: No. I left Athinai's hotel room and came up the back way this morning. I figured Richie is down there cleaning up since I felt him when I came in.

Duncan says and finishes his beer.

Duncan: I probably should go down and give him a hand.

Duncan says as he stands up and takes his empty bottle over to the kitchen and sets it on the counter.

Methos: Oh yes, he's there but not cleaning up.

Methos nods while he smirks again.

Methos: Richie was having a great time until he passed out and if you go downstairs I bet you'll still find him snoring on the floor.

Duncan rolls his eyes.

Duncan: Great. Thanks for the heads up.

Methos empties the beer bottle and stands up to leave.

Duncan says as he walks toward the elevator.

Duncan: Care to join me?

Duncan asks as he lifts the gate.

Methos: Hmm no, my car is parked that way.

Methos points in the direction of the door, he knew if he went downstairs he'd try to convince him to help him clean.

Duncan chuckles.

Duncan: Didn't think so.

Methos: I see you around, MacLeod.

Methos says as he walks to the door.

Duncan steps into the elevator and sticks his key in the control lock.

Duncan: Watch your head. Don't want to miss Joe's wedding.

Duncan calls out as he lowers the gate and turns the key.

Methos: Same advice to you, I think you need it more than I do.

Methos shouts near the door before he closes it and walks to the stairs.

Duncan rides the elevator down to the Dojo, opens the gate and steps across the threshold. He looks around and grimaces at the mess from the party the night before. He sees Richie on the floor over by the table where the booze had been served and walks over to him. He grabs a glass from the table and dips it into the tub of now melted ice and fills the glass with ice water which he dumps onto Richie's head.

Richie sputters and wakes up. Rolling onto his back he looks up to see Duncan standing over him.

Richie: Oh. Mac. Ummmm....I guess I....

Richie says as he gets to his feet.

Duncan: Yeah. I know.

Duncan says with a chuckle. He looks around.

Duncan: We have a mess to clean up so this place can open for business.

Duncan says and walks over to the wall where a large push broom is leaning. He grabs it and carries it over to Richie and hands it to him.

Richie takes the broom and looks around the Dojo.

Richie: No problem, Mac.

Richie says as he wonders where he should start.

Duncan: Hey....Rich.....I have a favor to ask of you.

Duncan says as he gets a large trash bag and starts to fill it with discarded plastic glasses and empty booze bottles.
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FALLING STAR Part 19
« Reply #18 on: January 15, 2012, 02:25:05 pm »
The parts of Duncan MacLeod, and Richie Ryan are temporarily being understudied
Joe straightens his tie in the mirror set up in his office.

Duncan walks over to Joe and stands behind him as he adjusts his own tie.

Duncan: Nervous?

Duncan asks Joe with a smile.

Joe shakes his head.

Joe: Surprisingly...no. Is that a bad sign?

Duncan: I don't think so. I think it means you are sure that you are doing the right thing.

Duncan says reassuringly.

Joe: Never been more sure of anything in my life.

Joe says confidently.

Methos: You're only nervous when you're not sure of what you're doing. Take it from a man who has married... a couple of times.

Methos points out while he walks to stand next to MacLeod.

Nikki takes Zoe's veil out of the box and smoothes it out. The ladies room of Joe's bar has been turned into the bride's dressing room and is a bustle of activity.

Nikki: Ready?

Nikki asks Zoe as she walks up to her and gets the veil ready for her to put on.

Duncan: Just a couple?

Duncan says to Methos, teasingly.

Methos: Hmm. maybe more than a couple.

Methos nods chuckling softly.

Methos: You know what they say, time flies.

Richie stands behind the bar with headphones on. He cues up a tape of wedding music and waits for the signal to start it.

Joe forces a laugh.

Joe: I hope whoever "they" is are wrong about that. I don't want it to go too fast.

Joe says seriously.

Zoe: Absolutely.

Duncan places a comforting hand on Joe's shoulder.

Methos: And I hope you put that thing I gave you to some use, you know why I gave that to you, don't you?

Zoe says with a smile as Nikki helps to fit the veil to her head.

Methos looks at Joe seriously this time.

Joe: Yes. And I will.

Joe says to Methos.

Methos: Not trying to spoil your mood but time really passes quickly, save some memories while you can.

Methos says with a sigh wishing he'd thought about that before Alexa was lying in a hospital bed.

Aldria watches the guests as they take her seat, as she stands on the stage normally reserved for the band.

Nikki places the veil on Zoe's head and adjust it.

Nikki: How's that?

Nikki asks as she takes a step back so Zoe can see her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Zoe: It's Perfect.

Zoe smiles.

Nikki: You look beautiful.

Athinai: That it is! I can't believe you're getting married! And I still can't believe your wedding gown!

Athinai crows.

Zoe: Thanks.

Zoe says to both her bridesmaids.

Nikki says with a smile. She is surprised to feel a lump growing in her throat and she quickly clears her throat to get rid of it.

Nikki: Joe is going to be blown away.

Nikki adds as soon as the lump disappears and the threat of becoming emotional is gone.

Zoe stands up and moves to the full length mirror that had been added to the ladies room for the occasion. "Wonderful."



Zoe: You guys look great too.

Zoe says glancing at her brides maids in their dresses.



Joe turns away from the mirror and walks over to Methos. He digs into his pocket and extracts a black ring box which he hands to Methos.

Joe: Whatever you do....don't lose this.



Duncan hears the music begin to play and looks at Joe.

Duncan: Sounds like our cue. Are you ready?

Athinai: Oh, that's Lovely!

Athinai says with a smile.

Joe takes a deep breath and nods.

Aldria: Here comes the groom.

Aldria mutters to herself.

Nikki: Are we ready?

Nikki asks Zoe as she stands by the door.

Zoe: I think so.

Duncan: Ready?

Zoe says as she hands the box to Athinai.

Zoe: DO NOT Lose this.

Duncan asks Methos and opens the door of the office.

Athinai: 'Kay!

Athinai replies.

Methos: Ready.

Methos nods as he walks to the door.

Duncan walks out of the office and takes his position on Ally's left.

Zoe: Are the guys in place?

Zoe asks Nikki.

Joe follows his two best men out of the office and takes his position.

Richie fades out the chamber music and cues up the wedding march. He presses play and looks toward the hallway.

Methos smiles briefly at Ally and takes his position.

Nikki: That's our cue.

Aldria returns Methos smile, and then glances back down, smiling even brighter as the door opens and the female half of the wedding party starts out.

Zoe: Let's go then.

Zoe grins.

Nikki says and props the door of the bathroom open with a door stop. She walks to the end of the hallway and stops...taking a deep breath then making her entrance and slowly making her way up the aisle.

Athinai follows behind Nikki, careful to make sure her steps were measured and that she was the correct spacing distance behind the other bridesmaid.

Duncan leans closer to Methos and whispers, "your girl looks incredible."

Zoe: Here I go.

Zoe mutters to herself, and then takes a deep breath and starts out, and around the corner and down what is now the aisle.

Methos: Oh yeah, you better stay away from her and pay attention to the other bridesmaid.

Methos whispers back to MacLeod, he's planning to have the first dance with her.

Duncan shoots Methos a dirty look.

Methos: I mean it, MacLeod. First dance is on me.

Methos whispers not impressed at all by MacLeod's look.

Aldria: Here comes the bride.

Nikki smiles and winks at Methos as she takes her place on Ally's right and turns to watch the bride make her entrance.

Aldria murmurs, just loudly enough for the groom and bestmen to hear.

Joe sees Zoe as she makes her entrance and mouths the word "wow". He feels a lump growing in his throat as he is overcome with emotion.

Duncan looks at Joe and smiles at his reaction to his bride.

Zoe finds Joe as soon as she steps onto the aisle and keeps her eyes locked on him as she makes her measured way down the aisle.

Joe locks his gaze with Zoe and steps away from the group to meet her at the end of the aisle. He bends his elbow and extends it for her to take when she arrives.

Zoe takes the Joe's elbow and smiles at him.

Zoe: Lets do this.

Zoe murmurs softly to Joe.

Joe smiles at his bride.

Joe: You're beautiful.

Joe whispers to Zoe as he leads her to their position in front of Ally.

Zoe: So are you.

Zoe whispers back to Joe.

Duncan turns to face Ally.

Nikki turns to face Ally.

Richie fades out the music when the entire wedding party is in position and removes his head phones.

Methos smiles amused a little longer, watching the bride and groom and then turns to look at Aldria, next move was hers.

Aldria: Friends, we have been invited here today to share with Zoe Kellogg and Joseph Dawson a very important moment in their lives. In the time they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has brought them together so they have now decided to live their lives together as husband and wife.

Aldria says opening the wedding ceremony.

Aldria: Does anyone dare present just cause as to why these two should not be wed?

Aldria asks, then pauses waiting to see if anybody would dare.

Joe places his hand over Zoe's that is still on his arm and gives it a gentle squeeze.

Zoe squeezes back, keeping her gaze on the judge before them.

Nikki hates this part and closes her eyes hoping nobody responds.

Aldria seeing that indeed nobody would 'dare.' Continues.

Aldria: Before these witnesses do you, Joseph Dawson, take Zoe Kellogg to be your wedded wife and do you vow to love her and care for her for as long as you both shall live?

Joe turns to look at his bride.

Joe: I do.

Joe says with a smile.

Aldria: And do you, Zoe Kellogg, before these witnesses, take Joseph Dawson to be your wedded husband and do you vow to love him and care for him for as long as you both shall live?

Aldria asks.

Zoe: I do.

Zoe says with a bright smile to Joe.

Aldria: Joseph place the ring on her finger and repeat after me.

Aldria says, and pauses waiting on Joe.

Methos puts his hand inside the pocket where he kept the ring box, trying not to think about the fact that they didn't have that much time anyway.

Zoe hearing what the judge has said, passes her bouquet back to Athinai.



Joe takes the ring from Methos and turns to face his bride. He takes her left hand and slips the ring on her finger.

Athinai accepts the bouquet and then slips Joe's ring onto the thumb of Zoe's right hand.

Aldria: I take you, with all your faults and your strengths...

Aldria pauses giving Joe a chance to say it without forgetting.

Joe: I take you with all you faults and strengths....

Joe repeats looking deep into Zoe's eyes.

Aldria: as I offer myself to you with my faults and my strengths.

Joe: ....as I offer myself to you with my faults and my strengths.

Aldria: I will help you when you need help, and will turn to you when I need help.

Duncan watches the bride and groom.

Joe: I will help you when you need help, and will turn to you when I need help.

Joe repeats.

Aldria: I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life.

Aldria concludes the vows for Joe.

Joe: I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life.

Joe finishes.

Aldria turns to the bride.

Aldria: Zoe place the ring on his finger and repeat after me.

Richie silently puts his headphones back on and cues up the exit music then removes the headphones and returns his attention to the wedding.

Zoe pulls the ring off of her right thumb, and then places it onto Joe's left hand ring finger.

Aldria: I take you, with all your faults and your strengths...

Zoe: I take you, with all your faults and your strengths...

Zoe repeated.

Aldria: as I offer myself to you with my faults and my strengths.

Nikki lets her attention drift as she looks beyond the bride and groom at Methos and thinks how sexy he looks in his tux.

Zoe: as I offer myself to you with my faults and my strengths.

Aldria: I will help you when you need help, and will turn to you when I need help.

Zoe: I will help you when you need help, and will turn to you when I need help.

Aldria: I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life.

Zoe: I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life.

Zoe finishes.

Methos side glances at Nikki sensing her gaze and winks at her with a smirk.

Aldria: By the power invested in me by the state of Washington I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.

Aldria says with a bright smile for the happy couple.

Joe gently lifts Zoe's veil and kisses her.

Zoe returns Joe's kiss with just enough passion, careful not to put to much heat in, after all they still had the reception!

Nikki blushes at Methos winking at her and quickly returns her attention to the bride and groom.

Methos: One down, one to go. You're next, Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod.

Methos whispers to MacLeod teasingly.

Aldria: Ladies and gentlemen I present Mr. and Mrs. Dawson!

Joe turns toward the guests and takes Zoe's hand.

Duncan applauds.

Athinai obliquely hands Zoe her bouquet back.

Zoe turns with Joe towards the guests as smiles as Joe takes her hand, and easily accepts the bouquet back from Athinai.

Richie applauds and then puts his headphones back on. He presses play and the exit music begins to play.

Nikki applauds...being careful not to knock the flowers out of her bridesmaid's bouquet.

Joe escorts Zoe back down the aisle.

Duncan steps up to the head of the aisle and extends his elbow for Athinai to take.

Athinai takes Duncan's elbow with a smile, as they start down the aisle.

Methos walks to Nikki and extends his elbow for her while he asks with a smirk.

Duncan escorts the maid of honor back down the aisle.

Methos: Shall we, Miss Flynn?

Nikki takes hold of Methos arm and smiles...nodding.

Joe escorts Zoe over to the far side of the bar where the reception part of the ceremony is to be held. He takes up their position for the reception line.

Joe: How're you feeling, Mrs. Dawson?

Joe asks her softly.

Zoe: Absolutely, Wonderful!

Zoe replies with a delighted smile at Joe.

Duncan escorts Athinai over to where Joe and Zoe are standing. He releases Athinai's hand and takes his place next to the groom.

Zoe: You?

Athinai takes her places next to the bride, as the reception line begins to form.

Methos escorts Nikki near the others, amused Duncan is stuck with Zoe's dumb friend.

Richie waits until the entire wedding party has made their way down the aisle then switches the music to something more appropriate for a party. Then he removes his headphones and walks out from behind the bar...taking his place in line with the other guests to greet the newlyweds.

Nikki takes her place in the reception line next to the maid of honor.

Joe greets each of the guests with a smile, hand shake (some get a hug) and a thank you.

Richie: Congratulations, Joe. Marriage looks good on you.

Richie says shaking Joe's hand.

Richie: Better you than me.

Richie adds with a laugh.

Joe: Thanks, Richie. And thanks for helping out.

Joe says shaking the young Immortal's hand.

Richie moves over to Zoe and gives her a quick hug.

Richie: Congratulations. You take care of him....OK? He's important to a lot of us.

Richie whispers while he hugs her.

Zoe: I'll do my best.

Zoe says with a grin as she returns the hug.

Aldria: Congratulations, Joe.

Aldria says reaching the groom in the receiving line.

Joe shakes the judge's hand.

Joe: Thanks, Judge. And thanks for officiating at such short notice.

Joe says with a smile.

Aldria: Not a problem it’s a nice change from what I usually do.

Aldria grins, then moves onto the bride and offers her, her congratulations.

Joe Having already made his way through the reception line, Mike recruits Richie and a couple others to move the chairs out of the way, thereby opening up the entire floor for the reception and giving way to room for dancing. He then goes behind the bar to assume his familiar role as bartender.

Richie takes his position as DJ after he helps Mike move chairs out of the way. He changes the lighting of the bar to provide a more party atmosphere and turns on his portable PA system.

Richie: Ladies and gentlemen....it's time for Mr. and Mrs. Damson’s first dance as man and wife.

Richie says and begins to play Joe and Zoe's song.

Joe leads Zoe onto the "dance floor" and takes her in his arms.

Zoe smiles happily at Joe, as they begin their first dance as Husband and wife.

Duncan waits for Joe and Zoe to dance solo for at least half of the song then swallows hard and takes a deep breath. He walks over to the maid of honor and holds out his hand...inviting her to dance.

Methos walks over to Nikki and asks her to dance, after Joe and Zoe had danced for a while.

Richie cues up another reel on the reel to reel tape deck. This one will provide 3 hours of continuous music so he can party with everyone else.

Athinai accepts Duncan's hand with a smile, and allows him to lead her out onto the dance floor.

Nikki gives Methos a quick curtsy and takes his hand...letting him lead her onto the dance floor.

Duncan gracefully leads Athinai around the floor...making sure to not hold her too close. When the song ends he releases her before the next song starts and excuses himself then heads for the man's room.

Richie sees that the maid of honor has been "abandoned" so he walks over to her and holds out his hand.

Richie: Would you like to dance?

Athinai: I would love too!

Richie asks and flashes his most charming boyish grin.

Athinai replies with a bright smile for the handsome man.

Richie leads her onto the dance floor.

Richie: I'm Richie by the way.

Richie says with a smile.

Methos smirks watching the show before him as he leads Nikki across the dance floor.

Methos: Oh, now that's a perfect match.

Methos murmurs under his breath while he chuckles softly.

Nikki looks around.

Nikki: Where's Duncan?

Nikki asks curiously...noticing the Highlander's sudden absence.

Methos: Hiding in the bathroom I take it.

Athinai: Athinai Weston.

Athinai replies with a grin.

Methos smirks turning his head to look at Nikki.

Joe is oblivious to everything and everyone else. All he sees is Zoe.

Nikki: Hiding from what I wonder.

Methos: Maybe I should go there to tell him Zoe's friend already got another dance partner.

Nikki says to Methos.

Methos frowns a little considering the idea then dismisses it, he'd come out soon enough.

Richie sees the caterer bring out the cart with the wedding cake on it and excuses himself then goes over and fades out the dancing music.

Richie: Ladies and gentlemen...it is time for the newlyweds to cut the cake.

Richie announces then walks back to Athinai and takes her hand...leading her over to the cart with the cake.



Joe leads Zoe over to the cake and the caterer hands her the knife.

Methos: They had to spoil all the fun. Who cares about cake when we can dance?

Zoe takes the knife and carefully places it for the first cut.

Methos grumbles under his breath as he leads Nikki to where Zoe and Joe were.

Duncan finishes answering the call of nature and walks out of the man's room in time to hear Richie's announcement. As he walks past one of the waiters he grabs a glass of champagne and joins the rest of the wedding party at the cake.

Nikki giggles and lets Methos lead her over to join the rest of the wedding party.

Joe places his hand over hers and presses down as they make the first cut and flash bulbs go off as the photographer takes pictures.

Joe: It's all yours my love.

Athinai: Oh, isn't that sweet!

Athinai says with a smile to Richie.

Zoe: Sure it is.

Zoe grins.

Joe says and lets go of Zoe's hand so she can finish cutting out their slice of cake.

Nikki sees the chocolate swirl of the cake and her mouth begins to water in anticipation.

Nikki: Oooo.....it looks scrumptious.

Nikki says softly to Methos.

Joe waits until Zoe has cut the first piece into two pieces then picks up one of them and feeds it to his wife.

Methos shakes his head looking at Nikki's face.

Methos: Women and chocolate, the ones who said diamonds were the girls best friends didn't know what the hell they were talking about.

Methos whispers.

Zoe picks up one feeds it to Joe as she eats what he is feeding her.

Nikki: You've got that right. I'd take chocolate over a diamond any day.

Nikki says softly.

Joe takes a bite of the piece of cake Zoe feeds him.

Duncan: Does everyone have a glass of champagne?

Duncan asks as waiters circulate with trays of champagne for the guests.

Aldria: I think so.

Aldria chuckles.

Richie takes two glasses of champagne off of a tray and hands one to Athinai.

Athinai: Thanks.

Athinai grins at Richie.

Nikki takes a glass of champagne from a tray as it goes by.

Duncan: Dale Carnegie once said: "Don't ask a man what is important to him. Watch how he spends his time." I've watched Joe spend his time, and I can see what's important to him. It's Zoe. She has made Joe a happy man... a man with a new focus... a man with a new appreciation for love and life. I've known Joe for over 17 years and, although I haven't known Zoe for as long, I can honestly say that they are perfect for one another. They were both fantastic people when they met. Now as a team, they will embark on a new adventure together as man and wife. Joe and Zoe.....

Duncan raises his glass.

Duncan: ...I toast you, and wish you both peace, health and happiness.

Duncan takes a sip of his champagne.

Methos gets two glasses of champagne, when he turns he sees Nikki has one so he shrugs and empties one, gets rid of the empty glass and keeps the other.

Nikki takes a sip of her champagne.

Richie takes a sip of his champagne then sets the glass down and walks back to the tape player and starts the music again as guests finish toasting the newlyweds and return to dancing.

Joe: Thanks, Mac.

Joe says to Duncan.

Duncan: I meant every word of it. I wish you two the best.

Duncan says to Joe and pats him on the back.

Zoe: Yes. Thank you.

Zoe says softly.

Duncan leans over and gives Zoe a quick kiss on her cheek.

Duncan: My pleasure, Mrs. Dawson.

Duncan says with a wink.

As the guests begin to filter by the cake...getting pieces cut and offered by the caterer...Joe leads Zoe back out onto the dance floor for another dance.

Methos catches Joe and Zoe on the way to the dance floor.

Methos: Well, I didn't put up a speech but you know I wish you two the best, right?

Joe stops and grins at Methos.

Zoe: Of course.

Joe: Thanks, Adam.

Joe says simply and shakes Methos' hand.

Zoe says reaching on her tip-toes and giving Adam a brief kiss on the cheek.

Duncan sees Athinai looking around and decides it is time to make a hasty exit now that he has lived up to his best man obligations. He makes his way through the guests to Methos then stands nearby as he waits for Methos to stop talking to Joe and Zoe.

Nikki: That goes for me, too.

Nikki joins in.

Methos shakes Joe's hand in return, gives Zoe a light kiss on the cheek and moves off to where Nikki was standing.

Methos: So want to go back to dance?

Methos asks when he gets to her.

Nikki: Absolutely.

Nikki says to Methos.

Duncan catches Methos before he heads for the dance floor.

Duncan: The rest of the best man duties are all yours.

Duncan says softly to Methos.

Methos: You're leaving again?

Duncan: I have a flight to catch.

Athinai: There you are!

Methos whispers to MacLeod disbelievingly.

Athinai says with a grin, finding Richie again.

Duncan says pulling out his pocket watch and checking the time.

Methos: Going back to Paris so soon?

Methos asks surprised, he didn't know he was planning to leave on Joe's wedding day.

Duncan: It's time.

Duncan says with a shrug.

Duncan: The barge is probably wall to wall cob webs by now.

Methos: Yeah, you really need to redecorate again.

Methos nods in agreement, remembering what MacLeod had done with it recently.

Duncan claps his ancient Immortal friend on the back and makes his way back to the office where he grabs his belongings then sneaks out of the bar.

Joe once again, is oblivious to anything and anyone else in the world as he dances...holding Zoe close.

Richie smiles at Athinai and holds out his hand.

Richie: Care to dance?

Methos frowns puzzled at the office door for a moment, then shrugs and leads Nikki back to the dance floor.

Nikki: Problem?

Methos: He's a big boy.

Nikki asks Methos seeing his frown.

Methos murmurs as he shrugs again.

Athinai: Absolutely! Let's go.

Athinai says grabbing Richie's hand and pulling him onto the dance floor.

Joe: I can't wait to get you alone.

Joe whispers in Zoe's ear.

Zoe: Me either.

Zoe replies, and rests her head on Joe's shoulder as they move around the dance floor.
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FALLING STAR Part 20
« Reply #19 on: January 15, 2012, 02:34:57 pm »
 
 


Joe rolls over after making love with Zoe and sighs contentedly.

Zoe smiles happily and rolls to her side and props herself up on her elbow, watching her husband happily.

Joe looks at the clock on the night stand then rolls over and faces Zoe. He gently moves a wisp of her hair off of her face with his fingertips.

Joe: Are you sure you don't mind us having to change our plans? I know how much you were looking forward to a tropical island honeymoon.

Joe says softly.

Zoe: I'm fine with it. Spending time with you, is what really matters to me.

Zoe replies.

Joe rolls back over and takes out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer of the night stand. He scribbles something on the paper then rolls back over and hands it to Zoe.

Joe: This is the address of my bar here in Paris. I need to take care of some business but I'd love you to meet me there in a couple of hours. Is that Ok?

Joe asks hoping she doesn't ask for details about the business he has to take care of.

Zoe sighs giving Joe "The Look" for a moment, before smiling.

Zoe: Yeah, that's fine. I'll take a long leasurely bath, and then join you.

Joe takes his fingers and places them under her chin...holding it upward....then he leans in and kisses her gently but passionately.

Zoe returns the kiss, and slides herself forward slightly, actually hoping to delay Joe and his business.

Joe lets the kiss linger a few more minutes then he breaks it off....giving her three quick kisses on her cheeks.

Joe: I still say I wish I could put you in my pocket and take you with me.

Joe whispers and kisses her nose. Then he rolls over and swings his legs over the side of the bed.

With a Chopin cd playing, Duncan takes a rag over the set of books on his desk, before he replaces them back onto a nearby book shelf.

Zoe: Oh, but wouldn't you get tired of me in your pocket? If I was there all the time?

Zoe says with a small laugh.

Joe: I promise.....I'll make this up to you.

Joe says as he puts on his prosthetics.

Joe: And I could never get tired of you being with me.

Joe adds as he stands up and heads into the bathroom to get dressed.

Duncan whistles along to an etude as he finishes putting the books away and begins working on another shelf. He makes a mental note that is he needs to either get someone to clean the barge if he's going to be away for a while or he just needs to come back to Paris more often.

Joe comes out of the bathroom dressed in his slacks. He gets a shirt out of the hotel room closet and puts it on.

Joe: I shouldn't be any longer than a couple of hours.

Joe says as he puts on his coat.

Zoe stands up, and stretches.

Joe: I think you'll like the place. It's a little different than my place back home.

Joe says as he slips his hand held recorder into his coat pocket.

Zoe: I like the other place too. I'm sure I'll like this one, love.

Zoe smiles.

Duncan more than likely to be option b than a. So far things had been quiet here. It was rather nice to be back. At least he has the barge to keep him busy.

Joe walks over to Zoe and kisses her then heads for the door. He opens it and turns back to look at his bride one more time then he turns and le4aves the room....a bit sadly....and heads for the Quai de la Tournelle.

Zoe sighs as Joe shuts the door, then turns and heads to the bathroom for her bubble bath.

Duncan finishes with the books. Deciding to take a bit of a break, he goes into the galley kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. He climbs the stairs and heads outside to inspect the outside of the barge as he sips his coffee.

Joe stops at the top of the stairs that lead down to the docks along the Seine and looks down at the familiar black barge. MacLeod's Jeep is parked alongside of where the barge is moored so he knows that the Highlander is home. He glances at the gaudy house boat moored behind Mac's barge looking for signs of MacLeod's neighbor, Maurice. When he is swure that the gaudy little boat is empty he makes his way down the stairs and walks over to the end of the barge's gangplank.

Joe: Excuse me......

Joe calls up to MacLeod.

Joe: ....can you tell me where I might find a good cigar and a glass of single malt?

Duncan stops his inspection of the far side of the barge when he hears an all to familiar voice.

Joe calls up to MacLeod.

Duncan: Joe?

Duncan walks over to the gangplank and sure enough there stands his Watcher.

Joe smiles up at his Immortal friend and touches the tips of his fingers to the brim of his hat in a bit of a salute.

Duncan: What are you doing in Paris? I thought you'd be on your honeymoon about now.

Joe: I am. We decided to come to the City of Lights instead of a tropical island.

Joe says with a smirk.

Duncan: Uh huh...you could have come here when I'm here.

Duncan studies Joe for a moment.

Duncan: They couldn't find someone else could they?

Joe looks around to make sure no one is watching them then he steps onto the gangplank.

Joe: You guessed it.

Joe says as he walks up the gangplank towards MacLeod.

Joe: Ehhh....two weeks here or two weeks on a beach where....with my luck....we'd have to fight a hurricane or typhoon or something. Six of one...half dozen of the other.

Joe says with a shrug.

Duncan shakes his head, feeling sorry for his friend.

Duncan: Why are you here though? Shouldn't you be with your wife? You left her alone on your honeymoon?

Joe: Zoe is lounging in the whirlpool tub in our suite and she's meeting me at Le Blues in a couple of hours. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that you're being watched so mind your Ps and Qs.

Joe says with a chuckle.

Joe: Now....about that cigar and drink?

Duncan smiles.

Duncan: Come on in.

Duncan walks to the door and holds it open for Joe.

Joe follows Duncan to the door that leads down to the living area of the barge and steps across the threshold while MacLeod holds the door open. Once inside he looks around at the familiar surroundings.

Joe: Well.....it looked more lived in the last time I was here.

Joe says as he walks down the steps into the living room.

Duncan follows after Joe and closes the door. He walks over to the liquor cabinet and grabs a glass and pours a couple of fingers worth of brandy into the crystal goblet.

Duncan: I'm guessing this is more than just a social visit since it's interfering with your honeymoon.

Duncan says as he passes the glass to Joe and walks over to his desk and opens the humidor to grab a couple of cigars.

Joe: Well.....I did have one question I wanted to ask you.

Joe says taking the glass from MacLeod and sniffing the brandy before taking a sip. The brandy is warm as it travels to his stomach....which is nice since it has already turned chilly in Paris.

Duncan: You could have just called me to ask one question.

Duncan cuts the ends of the cigars and grabs a lighter. He walks over to Joe and hands him the cigar.

Joe: True. But then how would I get to drink your good brandy?

Joe says with a chuckle as he takes the cigar from MacLeod and prepares it for lighting.

Duncan smiles.

Duncan: Yeah, my good brandy is nothing compared to leaving a woman cold in her marital bed, Joe.

Duncan: Especially a good woman...

Duncan lights Joe's cigar for him.

Joe: Well.......at least now I know that she is understanding when it comes to having to suddenly change our plans.....and with no real explanation of why.

Joe says then takes a couple of short puffs on the cigar until it is well lit then he takes a long drag and blows a smoke ring towards the ceiling.

Joe: Soooo.....tell me, Mac......why the quick disappearing act after my wedding? This trip seemed to come about rather suddenly. Are you meeting someone over here?

Joe asks and takes a sip of his brandy.

Duncan lights his cigar and takes a few puffs from it. He looks at Joe.

Duncan: You have got to be kidding.....you got out of bed to ask me that?

Joe: You don't have to tell me but if you do then I wouldn't have to be away from my bride as much as if I have to wait and see.

Joe walks over to the small sofa and pulls back the sheet that is covering it and sits down.

Duncan moves back to the liquor cabinet and pours himself some brandy. He takes a deep swallow of the smoky liquid. The warmth of the alcohol swells through his middle, almost fortifying him. He turns to look back at Joe.

Duncan: No, I'm not meeting anyone here. As you can see, it's been awhile since I've been in Paris.

Duncan gestures toward the covered up furniture and dust around the barge.

Joe: So you just decided on the spur of the moment to come dust cobwebs? So spontaneous that you left before the reception was over?

Joe says a bit dubiously and takes a drag off of the cigar.

Duncan feels bile rise to the back of his throat as he remembers what happened during the reception. He grimaces slightly as he swallows it back down. That was not one of his most spectacular moments.

Joe notices the look on Mac's face and he quirks an eyebrow curiously.

Duncan: Yeah, I've been neglecting the place for too long...

Joe: No longer than usual. You, me, Methos and Amanda were all here last November.....if memory serve.

Joe says and takes a sip of his brandy.

Duncan Damn the Watcher for being so good at his job!  He finishes off the brandy and pours himself another finger worth of the dark liquid.

Joe: Like I said.....you don't have to tell me.....it would just make my job a little easier and I would be able to spend more time honeymooning than Watching.

Joe says with a bit of a smarmy smirk.

Duncan: I'm sorry I disappeared from the reception early. I was rather inebriated and well...

Duncan winces mentally as flashes of what he can remember of that night pop into his head.

Joe: No problem. You were there for the important stuff.

Duncan draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, preparing himself to confess for a third time.

Joe says with a smile and takes a sip of his brandy. It's is becoming obvious that MacLeod would rather not answer Joe's question and Joe decides to respect his friend's privacy and let it drop.

Joe: Sooo.....anyway.....

Joe says, finishing his drink and standing up.

Joe: If you aren't busy later.....Zoe and I'll be at the Le Blues and you're welcome to join us for a drink later on.

Joe says looking at his friend.

Duncan: I'll do that, but Joe, I came to Paris because Michelle Webster was the one to be at your bachelor party and....I slept with the maid of honor.

Duncan says the last part quickly, like taking a band-aid off of a hairy arm, the quicker the less it would hurt.

Joe shakes his head...confused.

Duncan: In my defense, I was so far gone that night....

Joe: Are you saying the stripper at my bachelor party was Michelle Webster?

Joe asks looking at Duncan and frowning.

Joe: YOUR Michelle Webster?

Duncan is rather glad he picked up on the Michelle part instead of the sleeping with the maid of honor part.

Duncan: Yes, that was her.

Joe suddenly registers the last part of Duncan's confession and he almost chokes on the drag he just took of his cigar.

Joe: And you slept with....who?

Joe asks between coughs.

So much for wishful thinking...

Duncan: You're going to make me say it again?

Joe gets control of his coughing and holds his hands up.

Joe: Not if I heard you right the first time. And from the look on your face....I did.

Joe says shaking his head.

Duncan: Oh, you did. I'm not proud of it...not one of my better judgement calls

Joe: I guess.....I can kind of understand it. You were pretty tanked after that little contest you and Methos had.

Joe says in a sympathetic voice.

Joe: If it's all the same to you.....I don't think Zoe needs to know this piece of information. If she is to find out about it....let her friend be the one to tell her.

Duncan: I was thinking the same thing. I'm glad you won't be telling her about that.

Joe says and snuffs out what is left of his cigar in an ashtray sitting on the bookshelf next to one of the portholes.

Joe: So do you think Michelle Webster came looking for you? To challenge you?

Joe asks quirking an eyebrow.

Duncan: I have no idea, but I wasn't going to stick around to find out. I know she wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

Joe: Want me to see what I can find out?

Joe asks, taking out his notepad and jotting down her name.

Duncan nods.

Duncan: Sure, I have no idea why she would be back in Seacouver, but it probably isn't for anything good.

Joe: Consider it done.

Joe says noding his head. He puts the notebook back in his pocket and looks at his watch.

Joe: Well.....I need to head out of here if I'm going to meet Zoe on time. Like I said....you're welcome to stop by for a drink later. A new band is debuting tonight so it should be interesting.

Joe says and slowly starts toward the steps that lead to the door.

Duncan follows Joe towards the door.

Duncan: I'll be there.

Joe: And Mac.....

Joe says with one foot out the door.

Joe: Thanks again for everything you did for the bachelor party and the wedding.

Joe says and claps MacLeod on the shoulder.

Joe: Zoe loved your toast at the reception. She still gets misty when she thinks about it.

Duncan nods.

Duncan: I'm glad I was there.  Now, stop wasting your time looking at my ugly mug and go back to your wife!

Joe: You got it. Don't work too hard.

Joe says indicating the barge. Then he turns and walks across the barge's deck and down the gangplank. He walks across to the stairs that lead up to the street where he had parked his rental car.


To be continued


 
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FALLING STAR Part 21
« Reply #20 on: January 15, 2012, 02:36:43 pm »
***The part of Duncan MacLeod is temporarily being understudied***


Joe is on a ladder changing one of the stage lights.

Duncan parks his car, gets out and walks into the Le Blues Bar and looks around. He sees Joe on the ladder and Zoe sitting at a booth so he walks over to the table.

Duncan: Pardonnez-moi, Mademoiselle ... est ce siège prises?

Duncan says smiling down at Zoe.

Zoe: Non.

Zoe replies shaking her head with a smile.

Zoe: It's good to see you Duncan.

Duncan: Et pourquoi est telle une belle dame laissé tout seul?

Duncan asks taking a seat across from Zoe.

Zoe: As you see.

Zoe says gesturing towards Joe on the ladder.

Duncan looks up at Joe and shakes his head.

Duncan: Dawson....what the hell are you doing up there? Trying to kill yourself?

Duncan calls out as he gets up and walks over to the ladder to see if he can help.

Joe looks down at his Immortal friend and chuckles.

Joe: I learned a long time ago....if you want something done right....do it yourself.

Joe says as he makes one last adjustment then starts down the ladder.

Duncan looks over at Zoe and shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

Duncan: Stubborn cuss.....ain't he?

Duncan says with a wink.

Zoe: He's not the only one.

Zoe chuckles.

Joe gets down from the ladder and starts to fold it up.

Duncan: Here. Let me.

Duncan says and takes over....folding up the ladder and carrying it to the hallway that leads to the store room.

Joe walks over to the lighting control panel and switches on the bank of stage lights he has just finished working on.

Joe: How does that look, Sunshine?

Joe asks Zoe over his shoulder.

Zoe: Perfect.

Zoe says grinning at Joe.

Joe turns off the lights and walks over to the table where Zoe is sitting. He takes her hand and kisses it, gallantly.

Joe: No....YOU are perfect.

Joe says softly.

Duncan comes back over to the table and sits back down across from Zoe.

Zoe: Such a charmer.

Zoe says with a laugh for Joe.

Joe winks at Zoe...kisses her hand again then lets go of it. He looks over at MacLeod.

Joe: So what are you drinking tonight, Mac?

Duncan: How about whatever you have on draft for now?

Duncan answers.

Joe: And a Memosa for you, gorgeous?

Joe asks Zoe, smiling happily.

Zoe: Of course.

Joe: Une bière et un Memosa, Adele.

Joe calls out to his bartender.

Duncan: So what's the scoop on this new band of yours?

Duncan asks as he settles back...getting comfortable.

Joe takes a seat next to Zoe. A young bar maid comes over to the table with their drinks on a tray in one hand and a coffee pot in the other....sets the Memosa in front of Zoe, the beer in front of MacLeod and pours fresh coffee into Joe's mug then leaves.

Duncan takes a sip of his beer.

Joe: We were wandering around the Festival de Musique de Paris last week and heard these 3 guys playing.

Joe says and takes a sip of his coffee. He motions to the bar maid...with what looks like a baseball signal....and she comes over with a wooden box of fine cigars and opens it...offering one to Duncan.

Joe: They had no representation....were basically just starting out....but their talent and potential was more than I could pass up.

Zoe: They are really good.

Zoe puts in with a smile.

Duncan takes a cigar and lets the bar maid clip it. He swirls the end of it over his tongue.

Joe The barmaid lights her lighter and holds it out to MacLeod.

Duncan leans into the flame and puffs a few times then takes a long drag off of the cigar.

Joe takes a cigar out of the box and does the same as MacLeod except instead of waiting for the barmaid to light his for him, he takes out his own lighter and lights his cigar himself. The barmaid leaves.

Duncan looks over at Zoe and smiles.

Duncan: This guy amazes me. He can spot talent where most would move on.

Duncan blows a smoke ring towards the ceiling and follows it with another one that goes through the center of the first.

Joe shrugs.

Joe: Ehhhh.....I just get lucky sometimes.

Joe says and takes a sip of his coffee followed by a puff of his cigar.

Joe: Finding the talent isn't the hard part. The hard part is dealing with them once they get a taste of the limelite. Remember that kid who decided **** and living the life Byron was living was better than showing up here on time?

Joe asks MacLeod and takes another puff of his cigar.

Duncan grimaces and nods.

Duncan: Yes.....I remember.

Duncan says sullenly.

Joe: Out of every 4 or 5 talents I introduce....both here and in the States....1 will let his head get all screwed up and end up blowing their big chance. It's really kind of sad.

Joe says shaking his head sadly.

Zoe: I wish they could realize what they're doing to themselves.

Zoe says sadly.

The tables in the bar are starting to fill up and Adele, the bartender, looks over at Joe...getting his attention and taps her watch. Joe nods and Adele walks to the end of the bar and speaks to a young man sitting there. He gets up and walks over to the control board set up in the center of the room and takes a seat. Seconds later the lights of the bar dim and the stage is lit in soft reds, oranges and blues. The only other illumination is the neon tubes of light under the bar stools and the soft glow of each of the tables.

Duncan: From what I've seen.....like the kid Joe just mentioned.....they begin to think they are invincible.....that they can do anything and live forever.

Duncan takes a sip of his beer.

Duncan: They usually figure it out the hard way that that's not true.

Duncan adds taking a puff of his cigar and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling.

Zoe: If they figure it out at all, before its too late for them.

Zoe sighs.

Joe Three young men take the stage....one sits down at the keyboard, one picks up the bass fiddle that is leaning against it's stand and the other young man has his guitar already slung over his shoulder. He takes a seat on the tall stool in front of the microphone.

Duncan looks at the three musicians then leans closer to the table so he can be heard without speaking loudly.

Duncan: Are you sure they're old enough to be in a bar?

Duncan asks Joe, quirking an eyebrow.

Joe chuckles.

Joe: They just look young because we're getting older, my friend.

Joe says with a wink and a grin.

Duncan: What's this we stuff? Got a mouse in your pocket, Dawson?

Duncan says teasingly.

Joe The trio begins to play and the patrons quiet down a bit to listen. Joe reaches out and takes hold of Zoe's hand....looking at her admiringly.

Zoe squeezes back on Joe's hand.

Joe leans closer to Zoe and says softly, "how is it possible that you get more beautiful by the minute?"

Zoe: You sure you're not just seeing things?

Zoe asked with a grin.

Joe: I am. Beautiful things.

Joe says and lifts her hand and kisses it.

Duncan turns his attention to the trio on stage...ignoring the newlyweds....giving them some privacy.


***1 hour later***

Joe The trio returns to the stage after a brief break and the lead singer steps up to the mike and says, "Joe? How about joining us for a set?"

Duncan sets down his beer and joins in the audience's applause.

Duncan: Yeah, Joe. Go for it.

Duncan encourages.

Joe looks over at Zoe and quirks an eyebrow, questioningly.

Zoe: Go, love. I know you want too.

Zoe says with a smile.

Joe: You sure you don't mind?

Joe asks his bride.

Zoe: Of course not! I love watching and listening to you play.

Zoe honestly tells Joe.

Joe looks over at MacLeod.

Joe: Any requests, Mac?

Duncan: Either the River or Slow on a Road? If they know it that is.

Duncan suggests.

Joe gets to his feet and the applause of his patrons gets louder. He makes his way to the stage and takes up his guitar from its stand behind the keyboard player. The lead singer steps away from the stool so that Joe can take a seat...which he does. After Joe and the trio whisper back and forth....the bass fiddle player begins an intro and they begin to play.

Duncan snuffs out his cigar, picks up his glass of beer and leans back in his seat as he listens to Joe entertain his patrons.

Duncan: He always looks like he's in another world when he plays.

Duncan says to Zoe.

Zoe: Well... That's not the only time he's in another world.... or looks like it.

Zoe chuckles.

Duncan: Oh....wow! TMI...Zoe....TMI.

Duncan says laughing. He finishes his beer and sets the empty glass on the table.

Duncan: Ready for a refill? It's on me this time.

Duncan asks Zoe.

Zoe: Sure.

Zoe grins, turning and leaning back against the wall, to watch Joe better.

Duncan flags down the barmaid and orders another round for Zoe and himself.

Duncan: So have you ever been to Paris before?

Duncan asks Zoe.

Zoe: Oh, just a few times.

Zoe says with a chuckle.

Duncan: Have you done much exploring? Or was it always just business?

Duncan says as the barmaids brings them their drinks.

Zoe: Both. I was here some in both High School and College.

Zoe chuckles.

Duncan: One of these days....before you and Joe return to the States....you should get him to bring you by the barge. It is the best way to live in Paris. Completely mobile...more private than an apartment....and less expensive than a chateau.

Duncan says and takes a sip of his beer.

Zoe: Yes, well, I rather enjoyed the chateau experience myself.

Zoe laughs.

Duncan: You know.....I'm not completely positive what it is about this city that keeps me coming back every year.....but I just can't stay away.

Duncan says thoughtfully. He takes another drink of his beer.

Zoe: Well, it's certainly not the French that do it for you.

Zoe laughs.

Joe finishes the song and...after some whispers to the trio....begins another one.

Zoe: Like that line from movie, Vertical Limit. "Oh, don't worry about her. She's French Canadian. Sometimes she's Canadian and quite pleasant. Today, she's obviously French."

Zoe quotes with a laugh.

Duncan bursts into laughter.

Duncan: Yes.....the French people are like caviar....an acquired taste.

Duncan says still laughing.

Zoe: No, I do rather enjoy them. I just quite enjoy that line.

Zoe grins.

Duncan: Some of my friends back in the States think I'm crazy because I always come to Paris to spend the winter. They think that because it snows in Seacouver....I should spend my winters in warmer climate. But I think Paris is beautiful in the winter.

Duncan says and takes a drink of his beer.

Zoe: Everyone is welcome to their own opinions.

Zoe chuckles, relaxing against the wall.

Joe finishes the song and starts to get up off of the stool but the audience encourages him to do one more so he thinks for a minute then whispers to the trio.

Joe: I'd like to dedicate this next song to my beautiful and more than special wife.

Joe says and looks at Zoe.

Joe: Zoe? This is for you, my love.

Joe says and the bass player begins the intro.

Zoe blushes and smiles at Joe.

Joe sings 'their song' directly to Zoe.

Duncan smiles as he takes another drink of his beer. He can't remember when he has ever seen his friend so over the top happy and MacLeod is grateful that Joe got lucky enough to find someone to make him so happy.

Zoe smiles and let her eyes drift close listening to the sound of Joe's voice.

Joe plays the song's bridge...his gaze still locked with Zoe's.

Zoe fights to keep her eyes opened and on Joe. But it becomes too much. Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes and let herself drift.

Duncan looks over at Zoe. He is a bit amazed that she would doze off like this....especially in the middle of the song Joe had dedicated to her. Then he looks closer and sees the pallor of her skin.

Duncan: Zoe?

Duncan reaches over and gently taps her shoulder.

Duncan: Zoe?

Duncan says a little more loudly....a frown of concern crosses his face.

Zoe moans slightly, and her eyelids flutter in an effort open.

Joe can't really see the features of Zoe's face because of the dimly lit room and the two colored spot lights trained on the stage but he does notice that her head is lolling to one side and he feels his stomach knot up.

Zoe: engh

Zoe says, making an inarticulate sound as she manages to open her eyes.

Duncan: Hey! Zoe!

Duncan whispers a little louder and gently shakes her shoulder....hoping for a response.

Joe cuts his song short...hands his guitar to the keyboard player and hurries off of the little stage and over to the table Zoe and MacLeod are sitting at.

Zoe: Wha-

Zoe says, managing to pull herself a little straighter.

Duncan looks up as Joe approaches the table and shrugs with a concerned look on his face.

Duncan: I don't know what happened, Joe. One minute she was awake and talking to me and the next....

Duncan simply nods in her direction.

Joe sits down and slides across the booth seat so that he is close to Zoe. He places his hand gently on her cheek.

Joe: Zoe? Baby? Zoe?

Joe says softly....hoping his voice will bring her back to him.

Zoe tries to give Joe a smile, but can tell, that is not as complete a smile as she hoped for.

Zoe: I... I'll be alright.

Duncan gets up and goes over to the bar and gets a glass of water from the bartender and a cool damp cloth which he carries back to the table. He sets the glass of water in front of Joe and lays the cloth next to it then sits back down.

Joe: Thanks, Mac.

Joe says to MacLeod as he picks up the clothe and lays it against Zoe's forehead. He slides the glass of water over to her in case she wants some.

Duncan feels uncharacteristically helpless and he doesn't like the feeling.

Zoe: Thanks.

Zoe says softly, reaching over and taking a sip of the water. To her dismay her hand trembled slightly.

Joe: What happened, baby?

Joe asks as he moves the damp cloth to the back of her neck...hoping the coolness will revive her.

Zoe: I passed out... didn't I?

Zoe asks glancing over at Duncan for confirmation.

Duncan: You were talking to me one minute then you were out like a light.

Duncan says in explanation of what he saw.

Zoe: I... I figured that... when I came back to myself.

Zoe says softly with a sigh.

Joe: Did you feel light headed or feel sick at all before this happened?

Joe asks as he watches her face intently.

Zoe: No. But to be honest.. it doesn't surprise me.

Zoe says shaking her head slightly.

Joe: It doesn't?

Joe asks, quirking an eyebrow questioningly.

Joe: I asked you before we left the hotel room how you were feeling and you said great.

Zoe: It doesn't and I did feel great. And I'm feeling, more and more normal, the more I sit here, but... in a way I've been watching for this, and just hoping it wouldn't happen. And at the same time I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner.

Zoe explains, knowing her explanation is a little disjointed.

Joe feels like he's been kicked in the gut by a mule. One sentence keeps repeating itself in his head. "I thought we'd have more time. I thought we'd have more time."

Duncan clenches his jaw...a technique he has long practiced to prevent lumps from forming in his throat during particularly intense emotional situations.

Joe takes in a slow deep breath and takes Zoe's hands in his.

Joe: So....sweetheart.....are you....saying what I think you're saying?

Joe asks, hesitantly.

Duncan sucks in his breath, holds it and shuts his eyes. He knows what the answer is going to be and he knows just how Joe will feel. As many times as he has gone through this or watched people he cared about go through it....it still doesn't get any easier and he feels sorry for both Zoe and Joe.

Zoe: This... This'll start happening more frequently. I don't know what that means. It could be months before it does it again, it could be days. But its... I'm so sorry Joe, but it's down hill from here.

Zoe whispers.

Joe "I thought we'd have more time. I thought we'd have more time. I thought we'd have more time." The words keep repeating themselves in Joe's head and he is unable to find the right words to say right now so he simply squeezes Zoe's hands and looks at her.

Duncan opens his eyes and sees that Joe is at a loss for words so he lets out his breath and leans closer to the couple.

Duncan: How about I go bring my car around to the side door and take you guys back to your room so Zoe can get some rest?

Duncan suggests.

Zoe watches Joe, waiting for him to decide, she was now feeling fine, but she had the funny feeling Joe needed time and probably rest himself.

Joe simply nods to MacLeod and his voice is but a whisper when he says, "thanks, Mac."

Duncan slides out of the booth and gathers up their coats and belongings and heads for the door. Once he is outside and heading for his car he takes out his cell phone and dials Methos' number.

Duncan: Methos....it's MacLeod. I thought you should know that Joe and Zoe will be cutting their honeymoon short and coming home. Zoe is relapsing and I'm guessing she hasn't much time left. Since you're there and I'm here....well....you've been through this more recently than I have so Joe's going to need you, my friend. Keep an eye on him until I can get there. Call me if you have any questions.

Duncan says...leaving his message on Methos' answering machine. He hangs up and puts his cell phone back in his pocket as he reaches his car. He gets into it and drives it around to the side door of the bar and parks in the alley as close to the door as possible.
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FALLING STAR Part 22
« Reply #21 on: January 29, 2012, 10:25:21 am »
 Methos opens his eyes when his stomach grumbles the first time. He rubs his eyes for a moment, wondering why he was feeling hungry so soon, a quick glance at the watch and realizes the reason why, it was almost noon, in a normal day he would have had breakfast hours ago. He gets out of bed slowly, careful not to wake up Nikki and moves to the kitchen to start the coffee maker before anything else.


 
Nikki rolls onto her back and stretches, contentedly. Without opening her eyes she reaches for Methos. When she discovers he is not in bed next to her she opens her eyes and looks around the room.


 
Methos opens to fridge to make some bacon and eggs while the machine makes the coffee, trying to decide if he was having breakfast or lunch, while he moves around the kitchen.


 
Nikki sees that the room is empty so she gets out of bed and picks up Methos' dress shirt that he had discarded on the floor the night before and slips it on. As she buttons the shirt she wanders into the living room...looking for Methos.


 
Nikki: Methos?


 
Nikki calls out. Thinking that he might be in the kitchen she starts for it but notices the red light blinking on Methos' answering machine and she stops next to the table the answering machine is on.


 
Methos:I'm in here.


 
Methos answers glancing over his shoulder, while he stops cutting some bacon for a moment.


 
Nikki: Hey.....looks like someone called you and left a message. Your little red light is blinking.


 
Nikki calls out...hoping that he is in the kitchen and that she isn't talking to herself.


 
Methos: Go ahead and press it, my other women aren't supposed to call this morning.


 
Methos teases with a smile, figuring the most sensitive thing she'd hear was Watcher business and she knew about it anyway.


 
Nikki: Your other what?


 
Nikki calls out as she reaches for the play button of the answering machine.


 
Nikki: There better not be any other women.


 
Nikki says under her breath as she presses the button. The first message is from someone selling a subscription to the Seacouver Times newspaper.


 
Nikki: So just what is a year's subscription to the newspaper code for? Huh?


 
Nikki calls out after playing the first message.


 
Nikki: If the ball and chain isn't there....call me?


 
Nikki says continuing the teasing.


 
Methos smirks shaking his head as he resumes his work, wondering who would fall for that thing, then stops with a frown when he hears MacLeod's voice on the answering machine.


 
Duncan's Voice:  Hey....it's me.  I thought I should give you a head's up that the newlyweds will be cutting their honeymoon short and coming home.  Zoe has taken a turn for the worse and I think she's gone out of remission.  Since I haven't heard the all clear from either you or Richie I'm assuming Michelle is still in Seacouver so I won't be joining them which means you need to be there for Joe.  You're a better choice for that anyway, since you know exactly what he's going through and will go through.  As soon as the coast is clear I'll come home and hopefully that won't be very long.  Sorry to be bringing you bad news, buddy. Talk to you later.


 
The message ends.


 
Methos takes a deep breath leaning against the kitchen door frame, he was hoping Joe would get some more time with Zoe before she got worse but apparently he wasn't that lucky.


 
Nikki listens to Mac's message and it tugs at her heart. She unconsciously covers her mouth with her hand and thinks to herself, "poor Joe." The message ends and the answering machine resets itself. Nikki walks to the door of the kitchen and stops on the threshold...looking at Methos.


 
Nikki: I know that we were supposed to be expecting this.....


 
Nikki says from the doorway.


 
Nikki: ....but I didn't think it would be this soon.


 
Nikki finishes sadly.


 
Nikki: They were so happy.


 
Methos nods with an unhappy sigh as he moves away from the door to keep on making breakfast.


 
Methos: Yes, that's what I was thinking, I was hoping they'd get more time.


 
Nikki: It isn't fair.


 
Nikki says softly.


 
Nikki: Do you think Joe is going to be able to handle it?


 
Nikki asks...still standing in the doorway and watching Methos.


 
Methos: He's not going to take it well.


 
Methos tries to shrug it off, but looking down at the bacon he finds out he's not hungry anymore and puts down the knife. He moves to get a cup of coffee instead, his experience with Alexa replaying on his mind all over again.


 
Nikki is about to turn to go back into the living room to wait for Methos to finish what he's doing in the kitchen but something in his voice grabs her attention and she focuses on him. She remembers Amanda telling her about what Methos had gone through when Alexa died and she begins to feel concerned about the roll that Mac has asked him to play when Joe comes home. Was MacLeod so focused on his own stuff that he didn't realize what he was asking of Methos? She shakes her head thinking that she needs to have a serious talk with the Highlander. She sees the look on Methos' face as he stops doing what he had been doing and she slowly walks over to him and lays her hand on the back of his shoulder.


 
Nikki: Are you Ok?


 
Nikki asks in a soft and soothing voice.


 
Methos shrugs filling a cup of coffee.


 
Methos: I'll live.


 
Nikki steps up behind Methos and leans forward...placing a gentle kiss on his bare back without removing her hand from where she had placed it before.


 
Nikki: I know that.


 
Nikki says....her voice almost a whisper.


 
Nikki: What I asked was if you are Ok. Not if you were going to live.


 
Nikki says in the same tone of voice.....her breath against Methos' bare back.


 
Methos takes another deep breath before he takes a sip of coffee, thinking what he felt about it.


 
Methos: Actually no, if it wasn't Joe, my favorite mortal I'd be on the next plane out of town.


 
Methos confesses with a sigh.


 
Nikki: Really? That's the only thing keeping you here? Joe?


 
Nikki says and slips her arms around his waist from behind him. She lays her cheek against his bare back.


 
Methos rolls his eyes, when he sees how it must have sounded to her, he wasn't planning to leave her behind.


 
Methos: Hmm no, but we could take some holiday and just disappear for a while. You know holiday, right? That thing people take once in a while?


 
Methos teases as he tries to turn around so he can hold her.


 
Nikki thinks about telling him that everyday with him is a holiday but she decides that it is way to corny...especially at this particular moment. Instead she looks up into his eyes, once he has turned to face her.


 
Nikki: Yeah. I know what a holiday is. I also know that you will stick around BECAUSE Joe will need you. I just hate that MacLeod is so wrapped up in his own bull **** that he doesn't think twice about shoving the whole thing on you.


 
Nikki says....her voice quiet and soothing.


 
Nikki: So I just want you to know one thing.....you be there for Joe....and I'll be here for you.


 
Nikki says and smiles warmly.


 
Methos: Good to know that.


 
Methos nods with a sad sigh, wrapping his free arm around her waist.


 
Methos: And I can't blame MacLeod, if I was in Paris and he was here I'd do the same thing he did.


 
Methos adds after a moment, while he thinks no one in his right mind would volunteer to witness it if they could avoid it. He certainly wasn't eager to go through the same experience all over again.


 
Nikki places the palm of her hand against Methos' cheek.


 
Nikki: Just remember.....I'm here if you need me. For whatever you need. Oh. And that I love you.


 
Nikki raises up on her toes and places a soft kiss on his lips.


 
Methos returns the kiss, before whispering to her, "I love you too." Then he shakes his head considering the irony, it was almost like fate was against him.


 
Methos: Did you ever think that sometimes fate is mocking you?


 
Methos asks after a moment, almost like he was talking to himself.


 
Nikki looks up at Methos.


 
Nikki: I don't know if I really believe in fate. I believe we make our own fate.....create our own destinies. But more importantly....why do you feel fate is mocking you?


 
Nikki asks softly and looking into his eyes lovingly.


 
Methos takes a deep breath, he's sorry already he mentioned that, now he has to explain it.


 
Methos: Yes, I also believe we make our own destiny but sometimes...


 
Methos takes another deep breath, to prepare himself and goes on.


 
Nikki stands in front of Methos...in his arms....and she gently caresses his back as she keeps her gaze locked with his.


 
Methos: When Alexa died I promised myself I'd never be caught in that position again, it was... painful to see...


 
Methos explains before he takes a sip of coffee.


 
Methos: In fact I was almost sure I'd leave as soon as I heard that someone was that sick, but Joe had to fall for someone with that disease and I had to be here to see it.


 
Methos finishes shaking his head disbelievingly.


 
Looking into Methos' eyes and seeing his pain....even though it is still buried deep inside....Nikki is suddenly filled with an overwhelming love for the ancient Immortal. She has never felt anything....especially love....as intense as what she is feeling at this moment. She wants to climb inside of him...find the pain he is feeling and drive it out of him.  Or find the inner child that lives inside each of us and is in charge of all of the emotions we choose not to acknowledge...take him in her arms and make him feel loved and safe. She continues to hold Methos and gently caress his back.


 
Nikki: I'm so sorry that you are having to go through this again, baby. I'd take the pain away if I could....and you have no idea how much I wish I could. But I can't. All I can do is say that you are not going to have to deal with this alone. You'll never have to go through anything alone again. I'm here and I love you.


 
Nikki says so softly her voice is almost a whisper and she raises up on her toes and kisses his cheek then looks deep into his eyes again.


 
Methos: Well, it could have been worse. Could be the woman I loved and as much as I like Zoe, I'm not in love with her.


 
Methos tries to shrug it off, thinking Zoe and him are not even that close. He'd leave her or whoever was with her to their own devices if it's wasn't Joe they were talking about.


 
Methos: Foolish thing to get that close to a mortal, really. I should know better.


 
Methos murmurs under his breath, thinking Joe also wouldn't have that long even if he didn't get any serious disease. Mortals also died from old age.


 
Nikki thinks about how she would feel if something happened to Methos and she knows without a doubt that she wouldn't be able to handle it because just thinking about it causes a lump to form in her throat so she quickly stops thinking about it and swallows hard to get rid of the lump.


 
Nikki: What happened to all of your speeches against having armor that keeps you from letting anyone get close?


 
Nikki asks...still looking into his eyes.


 
Methos nods taking a deep breath, thinking how Alexa slipped past his defenses and now he realizes Joe also managed to do that somehow.


 
Methos: Yeah I know, sometimes you don't even see it coming until it's too late.


 
Methos raises an eyebrow when he realizes the same could apply to her.


 
Methos: You'd rather I didn't?


 
Nikki: I wouldn't be here if I did now would I?


 
Nikki says looking at him lovingly and smiling warmly.


 
Nikki: Besides....this isn't about me. It's about you. And me loving you and wanting to help you get though this because I know it isn't going to be easy for you.


 
Nikki says...still gently rubbing his back.


 
Methos: It's going to be easier than it was with Alexa, you know? Joe is going to be the one to take the hard part.


 
Methos says absently rubbing her back in return, mirroring her gesture.


 
Methos: Like I did with Alexa.


 
Nikki , with her free hand, takes the coffee cup out of Methos' and and sets it on the counter behind him. Then she puts both arms around him, cups one hand behind his neck and gently pulls him close to her.


 
Nikki: I know.


 
Nikki simply whispers.


 
Methos lets her pull him to her but before their lips meet again, he asks softly against her lips, "You know what else makes it easier?"


 
Nikki: What?


 
Nikki whispers.


 
Methos: That I'm not alone anymore, I know you'll help me get along this ordeal.


 
Methos whispers against her lips, lightly rubbing his lips on hers, but not quite kissing her yet.


 
Nikki: No.....you're not.


 
Nikki whispers as if in a trance. She doesn't know if Methos is deliberately being seductive as a distraction of the subject or not but she is unable to hold out any longer so pulls him to her a bit more forcibly than before and kisses him....softly at first then more passionately.

 
To Be Continued
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FALLING STAR Part 23
« Reply #22 on: January 29, 2012, 02:31:54 pm »
Nikki sees an open parking slot in the Seacouver International Airport parking garage and points to it.


 
Nikki: There's one!


 
Nikki announces to Methos.


 
Methos turns his SUV as soon as he sees it, before anyone tries to park their car before he does.


 
Methos: Thanks.


 
Methos says as he turns off the engine with a sigh of relief.


 
Methos: I hate parking at the airport.


 
Nikki mimics Methos quietly...almost to herself...as she unbuckles her seat belt and prepares to get out of the car.


 
Methos: I'd figured with those two we couldn't park too far away and near the terminal...


 
Methos shakes his head as he sighs again, then he opens the door to exit his car.


 
Methos: And stop doing that, if I wanted a mirror I'd carry one myself.


 
Methos tells Nikki just to let her know he saw what she did.


 
Nikki: If I wanted a mirror I'd carry one.


 
Nikki says mimicking him again as she opens the car door and gets out without waiting for Methos to play gentleman.


 
Methos rolls his eyes, before he slams the car door. He wasn't exactly in the mood for games at the moment.


 
Nikki sees that her attempts to joke around with Methos and lighten the mood of the day is failing so she simply shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket and heads for the parking garage elevator in silence.


 
Methos locks the car and follows Nikki to the elevator, wondering what to say when he saw Joe and Zoe, they all knew why they were coming back so soon and why, so he couldn't even mention that.


 
Nikki rides the elevator down to the street level in silence. She can sense Methos anxiousness but every attempt she has made since they got up this morning, to cheer him up has failed and she has run out of ideas.


 
Methos takes a deep breath as the elevator goes down.


 
Methos: Just what the hell am I going to say to those two?


 
Methos finally voices his thoughts.


 
"Ladies and Gentleman, please return your seats and trays to their upright and locked positions. Please return all belongings removed, to the overhead compartment and turn off all electronic devises, as we prepare to land," The main flight attendant's voice came over the intercom of the flight.


 
Nikki: Well....if you are really asking me for my advice....


 
Nikki says leaning her back against the wall of the elevator.


 
Nikki: ....if it were me....I'd start with Hello.


 
Nikki says and looks over at Methos. The expression on her face is serious but there's a warmth about it showing that she's not saying it out of jest.


 
Methos: Thanks, hard to figure that part.


 
Methos murmurs, shaking his head, still deep in thought.


 
Methos: I mean besides that. I can't even ask them about their honeymoon when they cut it short because Zoe is coming back to Seacouver to die.


 
Methos grimaces at the thought of asking them "How was your honeymoon?"


 
Nikki: Ok. Sorry for the flippancy.


 
Nikki says more seriously and shoves away from the elevator wall. She reaches out and grabs Methos' upper arm and turns him so that he's facing her then she looks up into his eyes.


 
Methos pulls Nikki to him and hugs her, taking a deep breath.


 
Methos: I'm sorry, I'm not in the best of moods today.


 
Nikki: I was in momentary shock that you sincerely wanted my opinion.


 
Nikki explains.


 
Nikki: You and I both know what the situation is. And I'm sure that Mac told Joe that he called you to let you know to pick them up at the airport so they know that he knows and they know that we know and THEY know why they came home early.


 
Nikki takes a breath....having spoken quickly to get her whole thought out there before Methos changed his mind about wanting her input.


 
Nikki: So I don't see any need to even bring up the subject. That is unless they do.


 
Nikki feels the elevator start to slow as it nears the street level.


 
Nikki: Just remember....this is their "party".


 
Nikki says making quotation marks in the air.


 
Nikki: Let them bring up the subject. K?


 
Nikki says and smiles up at him as the elevator doors slide open.


 
Methos looks at Nikki slightly surprised, apparently she thought he was asking for her opinion when basically he was talking to himself, but he'd have to let that pass now.


 
Methos: Fine. Wouldn't call it a party, but yes it's their move.


 
Methos nods in agreement.


 
Nikki places her hands on either side of his face and pulls him down to her.


 
Nikki: By the way....in case I haven't told you recently....I love you.


 
Nikki says softly.


 
Methos: I love you too.


 
Methos whispers against her lips before he kisses her.


 
Someone standing outside of the elevator, waiting to get in says something like, "how cute," and someone else mutters, "get a room" so Nikki lets go of Methos, takes his hand and pulls him out of the elevator...giggling a bit embarrassed.


 
Methos can't help to chuckle softly at the situation as he exits the elevator with Nikki, despite the fact he's sad about what's going on with Joe and Zoe.


 
Methos: Show's over.


 
Methos says as he passes the bystanders.


 
Once inside the terminal Nikki stops in view of the Information Boards.


 
Nikki: What flight did they say they were coming in on?


 
Nikki asks Methos.


 
Methos: The AC9101 from Air France.


 
Methos answers as he also looks at the Information Boards. "From Paris of course."


 
Nikki scans the board.


 
Nikki: Gate 34.


 
Nikki announces.


 
Nikki: And it's on time.


 
Nikki looks around.


 
Nikki: Now where is Gate 34?


 
Nikki asks no one in particular.


 
Methos: You should try flying once in a while you know?


 
Methos teases raising an eyebrow at Nikki.


 
Methos: This way.


 
Methos says as he turns around and starts going down one of the corridors.


 
Nikki: I have but my temporary wings weren't strong enough and they took them away from me because they said I wasn't angel material.


 
Nikki says jokingly as she follows Methos through the crowded terminal.


 
Methos shakes his head amused at her answer.


 
Methos: You know what? I'm glad you came with me.


 
Methos says imagining how it would be like if he came to wait for Joe, in the mood he was in before, without Nikki to cheer him up.


 
Nikki: Like you had a choice in the matter.


 
Nikki says as she does some fancy footwork to weave through the crowd and keep up with Methos.


 
As the plane taxis down the runway Joe looks over at Zoe who is sound asleep. When the plane comes to a stop at the boarding area he gently nudges his wife and says, "hey, gorgeous....we're here." Then he gets up and takes their carry on luggage out of the overhead compartment and holds out his free hand to help Zoe out of the seats.


 
Zoe smiles at Joe, and stretches slightly, then accepts his hand as she stands up to exit the plane.


 
Zoe: Glad to be back?


 
Zoe asks softly, as they slowly shuffle their way off the plane.


 
Joe thinks about simply answering with an slightly untruthful yes but decides to adhere to their vow to be completely honest with each other during this.


 
Joe: Not completely. Coming back means I'll have to go back to work and God knows what kind of mess was created while I was away.


 
Joe says with a shrug as he guides Zoe down the aisle to the exit.


 
Zoe: Le Blue Bar's seems to have fared just fine in your absence. Surely Joe's will be alright.


 
Zoe smiles.


 
Joe: Different class of people running it in my absence


 
Joe says realizing that he had been thinking about the Watchers and not his bar when he had answered her. He smiles at the flight attendant who thanks them for flying Air France and mouths the words "thanks" and "bye' before guiding Zoe out of the plane and into the boarding tunnel.


 
Zoe: Uh huh.


 
Zoe says in disbelief.


 
Zoe: Isn't Mike running it?


 
Joe: Yeah. But you know....while the cats away?


 
Joe says a bit evasively.


 
Nikki sees the sign over the waiting area designating Gate 34.


 
Zoe: The mice play?


 
Nikki: There it is.


 
Zoe asks with a soft laugh.


 
Nikki announces pointing to the sign.  She takes the lead...pulling Methos through the crowd waiting in line to board the plane. She walks up to the cordoned area and watches the entrance to the boarding tunnel.


 
As soon as he can see the waiting area....a few feet before actually exiting the tunnel...Joe starts looking for a familiar face.


 
Nikki: There they are!


 
Nikki announces and starts waving.


 
Methos: Yes, I see them.


 
Methos nods, taking a deep breath to prepare himself.


 
Joe points to Methos and Nikki as he and Zoe exit the tunnel.


 
Joe: Our ride's here.


 
Joe says as he waves back to the energetic Nikki.


 
Zoe: I hope we didn't inconvenience them.


 
Nikki thinks to herself, "she doesn't look that bad," even though she didn't know quite what to expect. Duncan's message was a bit vague.


 
Zoe says softly, but with a smile and a wave towards Nikki and Adam.


 
Joe: Nikki doesn't look a bit inconvenienced....does she? Always have admired her energy level. Even though it makes me feel like an ancient old man.


 
Joe says light heartedly as he guides them through the throng of people to their friends.


 
Zoe: Oh, you're not old!!


 
Zoe protests.


 
Joe: Tell that to my reflection in the mirror.


 
Joe says with a chuckle.


 
Joe: You know the one with all of the wrinkles and gray hair?


 
Methos just looks while he waits for the couple to get near them, figuring Nikki was waving enough for both of them.


 
Zoe: Why should I tell your reflection when I can just tell you, hmm?


 
Zoe asks, smiling.


 
Joe lets his arm that has been around her shoulders, protectively, drop down her back and he inconspicuously and lovingly gently pinches Zoe's butt then puts his arm back around her shoulders. He doesn't look at her but he is smiling knowingly.


 
Zoe: Joseph!


 
Zoe laughs loudly.


 
Nikki waits until Joe and Zoe are a couple of yards away and then, impatiently steps over the rope and walks up to greet them. She gently hugs Zoe first them gives Joe an enthusiastic bear hug.


 
Nikki: Welcome home.


 
Nikki says to both of them.


 
Zoe: Thanks, Nikki.


 
Zoe smiles.


 
Methos takes a deep breath and moves to greet them.


 
Methos: Hello, welcome back Joe, Zoe.


 
Joe is almost knocked off balance by Nikki's exuberance but he manages to stay upright and wraps his free arm around her waist...hugging her back.


 
Joe: Whoa. You'd think we'd been gone a decade.


 
Joe says teasingly with his usual happy chuckle.


 
Zoe: You don't look so happy to see us, Adam.


 
Zoe says softly, moving up to the other man.


 
Nikki lets go of Joe and steps back so Methos can greet his friend.


 
Zoe: We didn't inconvenience you, or anything did?


 
Methos: Of course I'm happy to see you, where did you get that idea?


 
Methos asks raising an eyebrow at Zoe.


 
Zoe: The lack of enthusiasm.


 
Zoe says with a nod in Nikki's direction.


 
Zoe: Though, I suppose you just wish you could be back having a beer.


 
Zoe says with a grin at Adam.


 
Methos: Believe me I'd think of something else to do if it was that much of an inconvenience.


 
Methos adds with a smile.


 
Joe chuckles as he puts his free arm back around Zoe's shoulder.


 
Joe: Adam isn't much on enthusiasm.


 
Joe explains to Zoe.


 
Zoe: I noticed.


 
Zoe says smiling back at Joe.


 
Joe: You know Mr. Spock in Star Trek? Well he's a distant cousin.


 
Joe concludes jokingly.


 
Zoe: Definitely distance.


 
Zoe laughs.


 
Nikki: Can I help you carry anything?


 
Nikki offers making sure to make her offer to both equally.


 
Methos shakes his head amused.


 
Methos: Luckily I didn't get his pointy ears.


 
Nikki: Or his dorky hair cut.


 
Nikki joins in the teasing of Methos.


 
Joe: Let's see....


 
Joe says looking around.


 
Joe: Baggage claim is that way if I'm not mistaken.


 
Methos: Oh, Joe, no need to worry about business, Mike has everything under control and I've been helping him with his part-time job, so everything is in order.


 
Methos decides to tell Joe right away in case he's worrying about the Watchers, the guy didn't need more things to worry about unnecessarily.


 
Joe says pointing in the direction they needed to go.


 
Joe: That's what worries me.


 
Joe says glancing at Methos as he leads everyone out of the waiting area and to the baggage claim area.


 
Nikki links her arm through Zoe's...letting the men take the lead.


 
Nikki: So how was Paris? Cold this time of year?


 
Nikki asks Zoe as they follow Joe and Methos through the terminal.


 
Zoe: Can't say I noticed much.


 
Zoe chuckles.


 
Nikki giggles.


 
Nikki: I've done my share of traveling but that is one place I have never been. Keep meaning to but just never have. I hear it is both beautiful and depressing at the same time.


 
Nikki shares with Zoe.


 
Zoe: Beautiful architecture Great shopping, dirty skies in the winter.


 
Zoe shrugs.


 
Twenty minutes later...their baggage stacked on a rented baggage cart...Joe moves in and takes over as Zoe's escort, putting his arm back around his wife and guides her and the rest of the little group out of the terminal...coming to a stop on the sidewalk in front of the building.


 
Joe: Where are you parked, Adam?


 
Joe asks Methos.


 
Methos: Up there, we need to use the elevator.


 
Methos points, he can't help to smirk at the previous scene there though.


 
Zoe: Elevator's are good.


 
Zoe smiles, thinking it's just as well, she wouldn’t have to climb stairs.


 
Nikki has been pushing the baggage cart through the terminal. Now she pushes it off of the curb and heads across the street to the parking garage elevator making cars stop for her and her group.


 
Joe follows Nikki across the street and into the elevator...a few seconds later exiting with Zoe ahead of Methos and Nikki then letting them take the lead.


 
Joe: Has the weather been this nice the whole time we've been gone?


 
Joe asks as they follow Methos to his car.


 
Joe: This time of year there's usually some snow on the ground.


 
Joe explains to Zoe.


 
Joe: Or I should say frozen sludge because after it snows it rains for days.


 
Methos: Yeah, but you don't see me complaining, now do you?


 
Methos asks as he looks for the keys inside his pocket.


 
Zoe: Hmm... If it wasn't nice, I bet you would be complaining.


 
Zoe guesses.


 
Nikki: It's been gorgeous. It rained two days after the wedding but it's been sunny and clear ever since.
Chilly at times but no rain.


 
Nikki says and quickly adds, "knock on wood."


 
Zoe: That's good.


 
Zoe grins.


 
As they approach Methos' car, Nikki falls silent...having run out of inconspicuous small talk. She waits for Methos to open the back of the SUV and helps load Joe and Zoe's luggage into the car then volunteers to return the baggage cart to the cart rack back by the elevator.


 
Zoe: Thank you.


 
Zoe says softly, putting her hand on Nikki's arm for a moment.


 
Once Methos unlocks the doors, Joe assists Zoe into the back seat of the SUV and climbs in next to her.


 
Methos sits on the driver's seat, puts the key in the ignition and waits for Nikki to return before he starts the car.


 
Zoe leans against Joe, with a contented sigh. "I love you," she whispers softly.


 
Methos: You want to go home directly, right?


 
Nikki comes back to the car and gets in, buckling her seat belt She looks over at Methos and quirks an eyebrow questioningly.


 
Methos asks just to make sure.


 
Nikki: Waiting for something?


 
Nikki asks quietly.


 
Joe: Yeah. To my place, Adam.


 
Methos: Alright, Joe.


 
Joe says in answer to Methos' question. He slips his arm around Zoe and gently pulls her closer to him so she can lean against him.


 
Zoe relaxes completely, feeling safe and supported in Joe's arm, and closes eyes, allowing herself to just drift.


 
Nikki watches Methos back out of the parking spot then turns to face forward and lays her head against the headrest of her seat.


 
Methos nods as he drives out of the garage, side glancing at Joe and Zoe through the mirror. She looked absolutely exhausted.


 
Joe takes his coat that he draped over the back of the seat and pulls it over his bride like a blanket to keep any chill from disturbing her. He gently kisses the top of her head then looks out the car window at Seacouver.


 
Joe: Can I ask one more favor of either one of you?


 
Joe asks quietly so as not to wake Zoe up.


 
Nikki: Anything, Joe. You know that.


 
Nikki says turning in her seat so she can look at him.


 
Methos: Yes, Joe?


 
Methos asks looking at him to the mirror, not daring to turn around and look back while driving.


 
Joe: Could you pick me up at my place tomorrow morning and take me to my car which I left in the bar parking lot? We have a doctor's appointment at 10 so anytime before that?


 
Joe asks....hating that he has to ask for another favor. "You seem to be doing that a lot lately, Dawson," he thinks to himself.


 
Methos: Sure, no problem.


 
Methos nods as he returns his attention to the road.


 
Nikki: Since you guys will be jet lagged in the morning....why don’t' Adam and I drop you off at your house...go pick up your car and bring it to you so it's there in the morning and you can sleep in a little longer?


 
Nikki suggests...trying to be helpful.


 
Methos makes a face while he drives when he remembers what happened with Alexa, that half sleeping, half passing out was the beginning of the end and it was going to be a fast end. He sighs, the ugly part is about to begin and he feels sorry for both of them.


 
Joe considers this idea and nods approvingly. He digs into his pants pocket and pulls out his car keys and hands them up front for either Methos or Nikki to grab.


 
Joe: Not a bad idea Flynn.


 
Nikki takes the keys from Joe and grins mischievously.


 
Nikki: I have one every once in a while.


 
Nikki says with a wink.


 
Nikki: Although I think that brings me up to my quota for the year so don't expect any more this year.


 
Nikki adds jokingly as she drops the keys into the center console.


 
Joe: Used them all up so soon? It's only February.


 
Joe teases.


 
Nikki: What about groceries? Are you stocked up?


 
Nikki asks Joe looking back at him.


 
Joe pictures his fridge that was fairly empty the last time he saw it which was the morning of the wedding and he grimaces.


 
Nikki: I'll take that as a no.


 
Nikki says with a snicker.


 
Methos: I think his face says it all.


 
Methos chuckles softly looking at Joe through the mirror again.


 
Nikki: I'll stop at a store and pick you up a few things to tide you over until you can go shopping.


 
Joe: I can't ask you to go to all that trouble. We'll just call for take out.


 
Joe says shaking his head.


 
Nikki: Bull ****!


 
Nikki says and quickly covers her mouth with her hand looking at Zoe to make sure she hadn't woke up and heard her swearing like a sailor.


 
Joe: I guess there's no sense in arguing with you about it.


 
Joe says conceding to Nikki.


 
Methos: Take it from me, just say yes and get it over with, saves time.


 
Methos smiles amused still driving the car, but remembering that woman didn't give up easily.


 
Joe: One thing....try and get healthy stuff. She's going to need all the help she can get.


 
Joe says nodding towards Zoe.


 
Nikki: Healthy it is.


 
Nikki says smugly victorious.


 
Joe: Thanks, Nikki.


 
Joe says his voice hoarse with emotion.


 
Nikki turns back in her seat to face forward.  As she does she catches a glimpse of the tense look on Methos' face so she reaches over...resting her arm on the back of Methos' seat and begins to gently and lovingly massage his neck.  When she feels the muscles in his neck begin to relax she stops massaging and moves her hand down...laying it on his thigh and she gently makes small circles on his thigh with her thumb, comfortingly.  To herself she thinks, “I'm here my love.  I'm here.”

 
To be continued
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FALLING STAR Part 24
« Reply #23 on: February 01, 2012, 07:58:37 pm »
Nikki sits in Methos' passenger seat, silently, as they drive to Joe's Bar to pick up Joe's car. Her head is turned and she stares out the passenger window...her elbow propped on the window sill and her chin resting on her fist.


 
Methos drives in silence to Joe's bar still thinking about what happened on the way to Joe's home. Zoe didn't look good at all. He assumed she wasn't feeling really well because they had cut their honeymoon short, but he had no idea her disease had progressed so much in so little time.


 
Nikki finally turns and looks at Methos. She reaches out and places her hand on his shoulder, making little circles with her thumb.


 
Nikki: Whatcha thinking about?


 
Nikki asks lovingly.


 
Methos: Zoe. I had no idea she was in such a bad shape already. I was hoping they had more time.


 
Methos confesses with a sigh as he stops his car by a red traffic light, so he can side glance at Nikki.


 
Nikki: Maybe she does. She may just be overly tired from the wedding and all. Maybe her doctor will be able to prescribe something to boost her immune system and help her regain some of her energy.


 
Nikki says hopefully.


 
Methos: Nikki, their wedding was 6 months ago, I'd assume she would have recovered from that.


 
Methos points out with a sigh.


 
Methos: No, that tiredness is the first sign of the disease.


 
Nikki: I've just never seen anyone go into remission and out again in such a short period of time.


 
Nikki says thoughtfully.


 
Methos tells her with a sigh, remembering Alexa. Then the light changes to green and he keeps driving to Joe's bar.



Nikki: You know....that drug she was on may have only masked her symptoms instead of actually helping them. If that's the case....she may not have realized she was worn out until it was too late.


 
Nikki says and chews on her lower lip, thoughtfully.


 
Nikki: You know....like a strong pain killer can mask pain enough that an athlete won't feel it until he's done more damage to his injury?


 
Methos: I think that's the idea actually, to mask the symptoms. She can't be cured, so they're only trying to make her as comfortable as possible.


 
Methos says as he needs to stop to yet another red light. "Get one, get a lot of them." He grumbles under his breath.


 
Nikki: There are very few cancers that can be actually cured by any conventional treatment.


 
Nikki says...remembering her nurses training when she was in the Army.


 
Nikki: The idea of chemo and radiation is to buy the patient time and hope a cure can be found in that time.


 
Methos: And she's running out of time, I only hope Joe realizes that.


 
Methos thinks for a moment and adds.


 
Methos: And then again, maybe not, let the guy be happy for a little longer?


 
Nikki: Do you wish you hadn't known about Alexa?


 
Nikki asks curiously.


 
Methos: Yes and no. It would have been easier if I didn't know we were on limited time but if I didn't know, we wouldn't have made half the things we did, so...


 
Methos sighs as he thinks about his time with Alexa.


 
Methos: But it was hard, I couldn't stop thinking about it.


 
Methos turns his attention back to the road, just in time to see the light change to green and keeps driving to Joe's bar.


 
Nikki: I watched my Ma die slowly from....well...they called it consumption back then but it was TB. And Peggy's death was sudden and unexpected. I can't really say either way is easier. At least knowing what is coming gives you time to make any peace you need to....and to say goodbye. You get some closure that you don't get when you don't expect it.


 
Nikki says hoping she doesn't sound like she rambling and is actually making sense.


 
Methos nods in agreement.


 
Methos: Yes, it gives you time to prepare.


 
Nikki: Joe know what he was getting into when he proposed. It's not like he proposed and then they found out. And Joe doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who would get into something like this if he didn't think he could handle it.....right?


 
Nikki asks. Her hand is still on his shoulder and her thumb is still making gentle little circles.


 
Methos: Maybe he didn't know where he was getting himself into? I can tell you, it's not going to be easy.


 
Methos points out as he takes a deep breath, remembering what happened with Alexa.


 
Nikki: Come on, Babe....Joe's no dummy. Besides....he watched what you went through. Believe me....he knew what he was getting into.


 
Nikki says matter of factually


 
Nikki: Just like you did.


 
Nikki gently strokes his cheek with the back of her fingers.


 
Methos: He didn't exactly watch, she died in Switzerland. To hear about it and experience it is not exactly the same thing.


 
Methos says as he rubs his cheek against her fingers just like a cat, while keeping his eyes on the road.


 
Nikki: Well.....one thing's for sure....Joe isn't going to have to go through it alone like you did. He has Duncan, me, you, Amanda and Richie.


 
Nikki says and smiles warmly at Methos.


 
Methos: Yeah, didn't have anyone to get my car and buy me groceries, that's for sure.


 
Methos nods with a smile playing across his lips.


 
Nikki: I would have.


 
Nikki says in a voice that's almost a whisper and she turns her head as she fights back the tears that are threatening to spill down her cheeks at the thought of Methos going through so much pain alone.


 
Methos: I know, only I still didn't have the pleasure of meeting you, Miss Flynn.


 
Methos teases smiling at Nikki.


 
Nikki wins her battle over her emotions and turns her head back so she can look at Methos and she smiles.


 
Nikki: At least now you think meeting me was a pleasure.


 
Nikki says...half, teasingly and half, seriously.


 
***Flashback***


 
Summer 2000:  Seacouver, WA


 
Joe: I'll see your five and raise you five more.


 
Joe said and tossed a $5 bill into the pile in the center of the table. Mike shook his head and laid his
cards face down on the table. "I'll fold," Mike said and sat back in his chair.


 
Methos studied Joe for a while, thinking if he should raise the bet or not. Then shrugged and threw a
$5 bill into the pile. "Call."


 
Joe laid his cards on the table, face up showing a pair of aces.


 
"Oh a pair of aces that's good, Joe." Methos nodded approvingly. "Unfortunately." He added as he put
his game on the table, three kings and two jacks. "I think I won this one." He said as he pulled the pile
of money.


 
Peggy Oaks parked her old beat up jalopy next to her Uncle Joe's. She noticed that Adam Pierson's car
was in the parking lot and she smiled as she quickly checked her appearance in her rear view mirror. Then she got out and headed for the door to her uncle's bar. She opened the door and walked in to find
the guys in the middle of a poker game.


 
Joe looked up when the door of the bar opened...ready to tell whoever it was that they were closed but
he saw that it was his Goddaughter, Peggy, and he waved her over. waved


 
Joe: There's my good luck charm. Look out now boys. My luck's about to change.


 
Joe boasted as he gathered up the cards and began to shuffle them.


 
Methos: You certainly need some.


 
Methos chuckled before he took a sip of beer.


 
Methos: Not that I'm complaining.


 
Peggy Oaks walked over to the table, leaned down and gave her Godfather a kiss on his cheek


 
Peggy Oaks: You losing again, Uncle Joe?


 
Peggy Oaks teased.


 
Joe: Not now that you're here.


 
Joe said and kissed Peggy's cheek before she straightened up.


 
Joe: Help yourself to whatever you're thirsty for and pull up a chair.


 
Joe said as he set the deck in front of Mike and Mike cut the cards. Joe picked the deck back up and
started dealing them.


 
Methos: Maybe you could get me a beer, Peggy? Since you're standing and all?


 
Methos asked nicely, indicating his half empty beer glass.


 
Peggy Oaks: You got it, Adam. Anything for you Uncle Joe? Mike?


 
Joe shook his head and Mike said, "I'm good," as he picked up his cards and arranged them in his
hand. Joe did the same and looked at his hand thoughtfully.


 
Peggy Oaks went behind the bar and helped herself to a coke and got a bottle of beer out of the fridge
and opened it.


 
Joe: So what brings you out on a school night, young lady?


 
Joe said teasingly as he arranged his cards in his hand.


 
Methos picked up his cards and took a look at them, so far so good. It looked like his luck was holding
up.


 
Peggy Oaks: Thanks for the compliment, Uncle Joe. Since I haven't had a school night in forever.


 
Peggy Oaks giggled as she carried her drink and Adam's beer back to the table. She turned one of the
chairs from one of the other table around to face the poker game and took a seat.


 
Joe: Don't you want to join us?


 
Joe asked as he set his hand down and picked up the deck.


 
Peggy Oaks: I'm broke.


 
Peggy Oaks said, shaking her head.


 
Peggy Oaks: You know payday isn't for a week.


 
Methos thanked Peggy while he arranged the cards on his hand, he chuckled softly at Peggy's answer.


 
Methos: So am I, or was.


 
Peggy Oaks said and wrinkled up her nose.


 
Joe asked Mike if he wanted any cards and Mike took two out of his hand and slid them, face down, over to Joe. Joe dealt him two more cards then turned and looked at Methos, questioningly.


 
Peggy Oaks: No....I came down here because I have a friend coming into town....moving here,
actually....and I told her to meet me here.


 
Methos nodded looking at Joe, as he put two cards on the table, face down and pushed them to Joe. "I'll take two."


 
Peggy Oaks said and looked at her watch.


 
Peggy Oaks: She should be here anytime.


 
Peggy Oaks added and took a sip of her drink.


 
Joe dealt Methos two cards, gathered his discards and picked up his hand. He removed one card and added it to the discard pile and dealt himself one card then sat back and looked at his hand.


 
Joe: Bets to you, Mike.


 
Joe said as he arranged and rearranged the cards in his hand.


 
Joe: Is this friend anyone I know?


 
Joe asked Peggy without looking up from his hand.


 
Peggy Oaks: Well.....sort of.


 
Peggy Oaks said being evasive.


 
Mike threw $2 bills into the pot and took a sip of his beer as he looked at Methos to see what he was going to do.


 
Joe: Sort of?


 
Methos threw $2 bills into the pot, then he picked up his glass to take a sip.


Joe questioned his Goddaughter. Mike chuckled and said, "at least she said it was a female friend....not a guy you "sort of " know," and he made quotation marks in the air.


 
Joe: You've got a point, Mike.

 

Joe said as he took two $1 bills off of his stack of money and tossed them onto the pot. Then he picked up another $3 and tossed it into the pot.


 
Joe: See you two bucks and raise you 3 more.


 
Joe announced confidently. He sat back in his chair and took a sip of his drink.


 
Joe: Five to you Mike. Whatcha gonna do?


 
Joe taunted Mike who studied his cards for several seconds the reluctantly tossed $5 into the pot and looked over at Methos.


Methos looked at his cards for a moment, pretending to hesitate for the sake of them, then he threw $5 into the pile and threw another $5 to raise the bet.


 
Nikki pulled into the parking lot of Peggy's uncle's bar and parked next Peggy's old beat up van. She got out of her truck and stretched...her muscles stiff after her long drive from Arizona. She locked her truck and set the alarm and headed for the front of the building. As she approached the door of the bar she felt the unmistakable buzz of another Immortal....a feeling she hadn't experienced in a few years.


 
Joe was a little surprised when the bet was raised and he studied his cards carefully as he decided what to do....unconsciously making a face like he had just eaten something sour as he thought.
 

 
Methos: I hope that's not an inconvenience to you, you can always borrow from the bar.


 
Methos teased, then he felt an Immortal buzz and side glanced at the door, trying not to be too obvious.


 
Joe saw the way Methos glanced at the door and recognized the look on the Immortal's face. It was the look they all got when they sensed another Immortal was near. He glanced at the door himself without really looking up from his hand....expecting that it was probably MacLeod


 
Nikki hesitated with her hand on the handle of the door. If she were not meeting anyone in particular or meeting someone she didn't completely trust she would have simply turned and walked away. But she had known Peggy for 34 years and been close friends through most of them and she trusted her Watcher with her life so she knew that Peggy wouldn't be setting her up and if there was an Immortal inside head hunting....Peggy would have called her on her mobile phone and told her not to come. So she pulled on the handle of the door, opened it and stepped inside.


 
Peggy Oaks: NIKKI!!!


 
Peggy Oaks squealed and jumped to her feet. She ran across the room and gave Nikki a big bear hug.....almost knocking her off her feet in the process.


 
Methos kept looking at the door while the two women hugged, apparently Peggy forgot to mention she was expecting an Immortal, unless she didn't know that yet. He only hoped the new Immortal wouldn't give his game away with the Watchers.


 
Nikki hugged Peggy back as she looked over Peggy's shoulder at the three men sitting at the table playing cards...wondering which one was responsible for the buzz.


 
Joe, seeing that the person entering his bar was obviously who Peggy was waiting for....and hearing the name Peggy had called out, he realized that the friend his Goddaughter was meeting was her assignment. So he returned his attention back to the cards in his hand....his face slightly contorting with that "just ate a lemon" look.


 
Methos returned his attention to the game, just in time to see Joe make that face when he was trying to bluff. Apparently the man didn't realize he did that all the time, the only thing that surprised him was that Mike didn't figure out that already but apparently he hadn't.


 
Peggy Oaks let go of Nikki, grabbed her hand and practically drug her across the room to the men sitting at the table.


 
Peggy Oaks: Uncle Joe? I want you to meet the coolest friend I've ever had....Nikki Flynn. Nikki this is my Uncle Joe.


 
Peggy Oaks said proudly.


 
Joe looked at Methos for a few seconds....then tossed $10 on the pot and then counted what he had left in front of him. He reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet...opening it and removing the bills he had in it. He put his wallet back in his pocket and took a $10 bill out of the cash he had gotten out of his wallet. He tossed the $10 onto the pot and laid the rest ion the table in front of him.


 
Joe: I see you ten and raise you another ten. That's twenty to you Mike.


 
Joe announced confidently. Mike tossed his cards face down on the table with a whistle. "Too rich for my blood," Mike said and folded his arms across his chest.


 
Joe: Welcome to Seacouver, Nikki.


 
Joe finally said, acknowledging Peggy's friend. He held out his hand behind Mike's back in greeting.


 
Nikki took Peggy's uncle's hand and shook it.


 
Nikki: Thank you. I feel as though I already know you. Peggy talks about you all of the time.


 
Nikki said with a warm smile.


 
Joe: Yeah?


 
Joe said and glanced at his Goddaughter, quirking an eyebrow.


 
Methos: Oh now this is getting interesting, isn't it?


 
Nikki: Yeah. Uncle Joe this...Uncle Joe that. Although I did expect you to have a glowing halo around your head and walking on water.


 
Nikki said only partly teasing.


 
Methos teased with a smirk, as he threw another $10 into the pile. Then he took a $20 bill to raise the bet wondering what Joe was going to do.


 
Methos: Maybe too much for you?


 
Peggy Oaks: Oh....don't feed his ego, Nikki. He's got a big enough head as it is.


 
Peggy Oaks teased.


 
Methos asked Joe with a smile on his lips.


 
Joe watched Methos raise the bet another $20 and looked at his cards. He looked at Methos and studied his face for several long minutes....trying to determine what he could possibly have...if anything....that would make him raise the bet so high.


 
Joe: So Peggy says you're moving to Seacouver?


 
Joe asked Nikki without looking away from his cards and Methos' face.


 
Nikki: Yeah. I was getting bored doing what I was doing and seeing nothing but desert everywhere I looked so Peggy talked me into moving up here.


 
Nikki explained. She shrugged and added, "so here I am."


 
Methos sighed as he looked down at his cards, while he thought, "Lucky me."


 
Joe decided he couldn't read Methos' expression and he wasn't confident enough that Methos was bluffing so he chose to play it safe and called the bet by matching Methos' bet but not raising.


 
Joe: Call.


 
Joe said simply.


 
Methos: What's the matter, don't you have some faith?


 
Methos chuckled softly as he put his cards on the table face up so Joe could see them, three aces.


 
Joe shook his head as he laid his cards on the table face up showing absolutely nothing. Mike chuckled and said, "Ahhh...a deuce high nothing. Excellent hand, boss."


 
Joe: Shut up.


 
Joe grumbled and shoved the cards over to Mike as it was his turn to deal.


 
Methos shook his head, he expected him to have something at least, even though he was sure Joe was bluffing.


 
Peggy Oaks: Nikki? You want anything to drink?


 
Peggy Oaks offered after finishing her coke.


 
Nikki: Sure. Beer's fine.


 
Nikki said, still standing behind Mike.


 
Joe: Care to join us, Nikki?


 
Joe asked as he picked up the cigar he had been smoking and that was now out. He proceeded to light
it and blow a smoke ring towards the ceiling.


Nikki hesitated, unsure just how to answer.

 
Peggy Oaks: Ahhhh go ahead, Nik.


 
Peggy Oaks urged as she brought hers and Nikki's drinks back from the bar.


 
Methos: Yeah, have a seat, Nicole. I'm Adam, Adam Pierson.


 
"Yeah. It'll even things out," Mike chimed in. He thought to himself, "she looks like she might be an
easy mark....all sweet and innocent."


 
Methos nodded to an empty chair, he was hoping he could get her to talk so he could find out if he
needed to worry about his head around her or not.


 
Peggy Oaks: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't introduce you to everyone.


 
Peggy Oaks apologized.


 
Peggy Oaks: This is Mike Barrett, Uncle Joe's bartender slash manager.


 
Peggy Oaks said.


 
Nikki: Hi.


 
Nikki nodded to Mike as she pulled out the empty chair and took a seat.


 
Nikki: And Nikki is short for Nicayla....not Nicole.


 
Nikki said to Adam, who she now knew was the source of the buzz she had felt when she first arrived.


 
Methos: Well, I wouldn't have guessed that in a thousand years.


 
Methos smiled as he picked his beer glass to drink a little.


 
Nikki shrugged as she removed her jacket and hung it on the back of her chair and removed her wallet
from the jacket's inside pocket.


 
Nikki: Most people don't.


 
Nikki looked around at everyone and asked, "what are the limits?"


 
Joe: Small stakes. A buck to anti. No top limit.


 
Joe answered and puffed on his cigar as Mike shuffled the cards.


 
Nikki took out some bills from her wallet and placed a $1 bill in the center of the table as the ante.


 
Mike set the shuffled deck in front of Nikki and waited for her to cut the cards.


 
Nikki cut the cards and sat back, taking a sip of her beer. She glanced over at Adam then at Peggy's
uncle....wondering if any of them knew that Adam was an Immortal.


 
Mike picked up the deck of cut cards and began to deal them out.


 
Joe: So have you found a place to move into?


 
Joe asked Nikki as he picked up his cards and arranged them in his hand.


 
Peggy Oaks: Nikki's gonna stay with me until she finds a place.


 
Methos reached for his cards with his left hand, since he was still holding the glass with his right hand,
letting his sleeve slide up to reveal his tattoo. First thing he wanted to know was if this Immortal knew
about the Watchers.


 
Peggy Oaks answered for Nikki so she could concentrate on the game....even though Peggy had seen
her and Amanda play and knew that she knew what she was doing and the guys were in store for a
surprise.


 
Nikki was about to add to Peggy's answer when, out of the corner of her eye, something on the inside
of the other Immortal's wrist caught her attention. When the last of her five cards were dealt she picked
them up and, as she arranged them in her hand, she held her hand so that she could, inconspicuously,
look over the top of her cards at Adam's wrist. When she did she was a bit taken aback to see that he
was sporting a Watcher tattoo. It was all she could do to keep her face expressionless as her mind
reeled with possible explanations....and possibilities.


 
Methos smirked when while arranging the cards on his hand, he caught her looking at his wrist again.
Yes, that woman knew alright what that tattoo meant. He frowned a little while he wondered how she
could have found out.


 
Joe wondered, as he surveyed his cards, if his Goddaughter was taking too big of a risk by letting her
assignment stay with her. The Watchers had come a long way since he had first met MacLeod and
became his friend. A lot of changes had gone on in the organization. But there were still those who
believed in the old ways...that Watchers and Immortals should never fraternize. But he really couldn't
do much to deter her since the friendship hadn't started with her but with her dad who was Nikki's
previous Watcher and who had discovered him...eventually becoming friends. He had even introduced
her to his family...and that was when Peggy was only six years old. She had followed in her dad's and
Godfather's footsteps...going to the Academy and becoming a field agent and when her dad died she
stepped in as Nikki's Watcher. Since then she had broken more rules and crossed more lines than Joe
cared to count.


 
Joe: You open, Nikki.


 
Joe said and puffed on his cigar.


 
Nikki: Check.


 
Nikki said and tapped the table.


 
Methos looked around at the other players for a moment, then he said, "Check."


 
Joe followed suit. Mike turned to Nikki to see if she wanted any cards.


 
Nikki looked at her cards and chose two from her hand and laid them on the table, face down.


 
Nikki: I'll take two please.


 
Nikki said politely.


 
Mike dealt her two cards and slid her discarded ones off to the side then turned to Adam and quirked
an eyebrow, questioningly.


 
Nikki looked over at Peggy and thought that she couldn't wait to get to Peggy's place later on so they
could talk.....and maybe she might even get a peak at the Watcher Database on Peggy's laptop.


 
Methos: I'll have two, Mike.


 
Methos said giving him two cards face down.


 
Mike dealt Adam two cards and slid his discards over with Nikki's. Then he turned to Joe who lay one
card on the table face down. Mike gave him one card then said, "dealer takes three," and dealt himself
three cards.


 
Nikki looked at her cards...her face completely void of expression. She picked up a $5 bill and laid it
gently into the center of the table.


 
Nikki: I'll open with five.


 
Nikki said and then sat back in her seat and waited.


 
Methos managed to keep his expression as before when he looked at his cards even though he got
exactly what he was expecting, a king and a nine.


 
Methos: I'll call and I'll raise five.


 
Methos said while he threw the money on the pile.


 
Joe studied his cards then laid a $10 bill on the pot and added $3 more.


 
Joe: See you and raise you $3.


 
Joe announced.


 
Mike rearranged the cards in his hand and then put the required amount of money in the pot and added
$2 more.


 
Nikki flicked the corner of one of the bills on the top of her stack of money as she looked at her cards,
thoughtfully.


 
Nikki: Damn!


 
Nikki muttered under her breath and motioned to Peggy to come over.


 
Peggy Oaks got out of her seat and went over to Nikki and squatted down next to her.


 
Mike couldn't hear all of what was being said but what he did hear, even though the girls were
whispering, was Nikki asking Peggy the hand ranking order and Peggy going over it with her.


 
Nikki placed the required amount on the pot and added $5 to the pot.


 
Nikki: $5 to you Mr. Pierson.


 
Nikki said smiling sweetly at the Immortal Watcher. Or was he a Watcher slash Immortal?


 
Methos: See and raise $5.


 
Methos said as he threw the bills on the pot.


 
Joe looked at his cards then at the faces of the other players....trying to get a read on them. He was
pretty sure that Mike didn't have a strong hand....and even if he did....Mike had a reputation for playing
too cautiously...folding when he could have held out for more. No guts. Methos played what he
had....so if he was raising he had a strong hand but how strong? He looked at his five non-sequential
clubs.


 
Joe: Well.....I'm curious.


 
Joe said and laid the required amount on the pot.


 
Joe: So I'll see you and raise you $10.


 
Joe said confidently as he tossed $10 more on the pot.


 
Nikki nodded approvingly but her face was still void of expression.


 
Peggy Oaks went back to her seat after refreshing Nikki's brain on the order of winning poker hands.
She took a sip of her soda and leaned forward so she could see better. The game was definitely getting
interesting.


 
Mike stared at the cards in his hand and chewed on the inside of his cheek, thoughtfully. Finally he
said, "Ok. I'm in. I'll see the 35 and raise.....three." And he threw $3 more into the pot.


 
Methos: You're playing? I'm shocked.


 
Methos shook his head amused, usually Mike would fold at this time.


 
Joe: Yeah. Some body sneak up and finally give you some nads there Mike?


 
Joe teased.


 
Nikki ignored the guys' banter and concentrated on the cards in her hand. She looked into the eyes of
each player....her face still void of expression then she neatly placed her cards face down on the table
in front of her....keeping one hand on them so everyone knew they were still in play and she flipped the
corners of the bills in front of her to count them. Then....without any expression at all....she pushed the
entire stack into the center of the table.


 
Nikki: I'm all in.


 
Nikki said, matter of factually


 
Since Mike was the dealer of that hand...he reached out and made a quick count of the stack Nikki had
just placed into the pot and announced, "$107."


 
Peggy Oaks whistled and sat back in her chair...folding her arms across her chest and trying not to
look smug.


 
Joe looked at Methos....wondering what he was going to do.


 
Nikki finished her beer and set the empty bottle on the table behind them. Then she sat back in her
chair and waited patiently.


 
Methos looked at the money he had left on the table, ironically it was the money he had started with.
He chuckled softly as he threw his cards on the table.


 
Methos: I guess I'm broke again.


 
Joe: Again?


 
Joe asked with a smirk.


 
Joe: Or still.


 
Joe teased


 
Methos: I wasn't for about half hour.


 
Joe: Too rich for my pocketbook.


 
Methos chuckled amused.


 
Joe said and tossed his cards face down onto the pot.


 
Nikki looked over at Mike, questioningly.


 
Mike simply shook his head and laid his cards down. "I'm out, too," he said.
 

 
 Nikki reached out and, for the first time since she joined the game, smiled as she raked in her
 winnings.
 

 

***Present Day***


 
Methos: Well, trust me, taking all your money is not a great way to cause a good impression to
someone you just met.


 
Methos chuckles amused as he remembers the day Nikki managed to clean everybody with a bluff.


 
Methos: If I only knew you were Amanda's student...


 
Methos shakes his head amused.


 
Nikki chuckles


 
Nikki: If I only knew you were the oldest living Immortal.


 
Nikki says tauntingly.


 
Methos: That's why I try to stay informed on things, knowledge is power. I can't believe I missed that
one.


 
Methos shakes his head disbelievingly.


 
Methos: Besides what would you have done if you knew?


 
Methos asks curiously with a slight frown.


 
Nikki: Taken you for more than I did.


 
Nikki says confidently and a smug grin appears on her face.


 
Methos: You couldn't have, unless you turned it to strip poker.


 
Methos chuckles amused at her answer.


 
Nikki: Ok. I'll Stop at a grocery store, drop everything off at Joe's and meet you back at your place?


 
Nikki asks in an attempt of confirming the plan.


 
Methos: You know Adam Pierson doesn't carry much cash around.


 
Methos shrugs as he stops at Joe's parking lot.


 
Methos: You can't take what it's not there.


 
Nikki: Let's see.....what were you driving back then?


 
Nikki says teasingly.


 
Nikki: So who's driving Joe's car?


 
Nikki asks...changing the subject as Methos brings his SUV to a stop behind Joe's.


 
Methos: You are, since you offered to take his car?


 
Methos suggests while he thinks there's no way she would make him bet his car on a poker game.


 
Nikki: Ok. I'll Stop at a grocery store, drop everything off at Joe's and meet you at Joe's?


 
Nikki asks in an attempt of confirming the plan.


 
Methos: Alright, time for a beer I think.


 
Methos nods as he moves his car to get it better parked in the parking lot before he exits to go inside.


 
Nikki leans across the seats and gives Methos a loving kiss then gets out of his SUV, gets into Joe's and
pulls out of the parking lot...heading for a grocery store.


 
Methos watches Nikki drive away then gets out of his car and goes inside the bar. He takes a seat on
the first empty stool and orders a beer. He sips on his beer as he lets his mind wander back to that
summer in 2000 and he unconsciously smiles as he realizes how much both he and Nikki had grown
since that first encounter.


 
 
To be continued.



 

 
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FALLING STAR Part 25
« Reply #24 on: February 04, 2012, 02:10:26 pm »

Methos parks his SUV in front of Joe's bar, exits and locks his car. Then slowly walks to the door, he's pleased when he doesn't feel an Immortal buzz as he opens the door. "Must be a slow afternoon." He murmurs to himself as he blinks do adjust his eyes to the darker interior. He sees Zoe as he walks to the bar but no sign of Joe, so he turns his head to look around wondering where he might be.

Methos asks Mike where is Joe and he nods towards the office door with his head as he gets him a beer. Methos sits on a bar stool for a moment, but then as a second thought, decides to go to Zoe table. He wouldn't want her to think he's avoiding her or something.

Zoe: Hello, Adam. Pull up a chair.

Zoe says with a smile as the man approached her table.

Methos: Hello, Zoe. How are you?

Methos asks as he does what she had suggested.

Zoe: I'm doing pretty good.

Zoe replies with a smile.

Zoe: How about you?

Methos: I'm fine, thank you.

Methos answers with a smirk, amused as always when someone asks him about his health.

Methos: I hear Joe is in the office?

Zoe: Yeah. He's working his books... or something.

Zoe says with an indifferent shrug.

Zoe: Where's Nikki?

Zoe adds after a moment of thought.

Methos checks his watch, by the time he guesses Nikki is still back at her place.

Methos: Probably working at the ranch.

Zoe: And you didn't go with? Lately you two have been attached at the hip!

Zoe teases.

Methos shrugs as he picks his glass to take a sip of beer.

Methos: I've got my own work to think about, as unbelievable as it may sound.

Methos smirks before he drinks some beer.

Zoe: And what is it, exactly that you do?

Zoe asks curious, having not seen him actually "work" at anything.

Methos: I'm a... History researcher.

Methos answers with a smile while he thinks that ironically he's telling the truth.

Methos: I work for a private Institute.

Zoe: Aah... I take it, this doesn't include any form of regular working hours?

Zoe asks, figuring that'd be about the only way he could spend the time he does in the bar.

Methos: No, and it's just the way I like it, I've never been a 9 to 5 guy anyway.

Methos makes a face at that, as he puts the glass back on the table.

Methos: As long as you get the work done, you can work at whatever hour you choose.

Zoe: And nothing wrong with that.

Zoe says with a smile.

Methos: No, besides you get more productive when you don't have anyone there to distract you.

Methos points out, like he'd have to go anywhere and didn't work mostly at home.

Zoe: True.

Zoe agrees and takes a swallow of her tea.

Methos hesitates for a while, on whether he should tell her or not, but he decides he doesn't have anything to lose. They aren't particularly close anyway, in case she gets angry with him. So he looks inside his pockets to see if he still has that printer article he got on the internet.

Methos: Speaking of research, I wonder if you're ever going to tell Joe about this.

Methos asks as he unfolds the paper and puts it in front of her.

Zoe glances at the piece of paper and knows instantly what it was from. It was of her and Athinai leaving a club, after Athinai's birthday party two years ago. The caption, clearly read "Athinai Weston, hotel heiress and her friend, Zoe Kellogg, heiress of Kellogg's cereal company." Zoe looks up to Adam, and feels her face pale.

Zoe: Does Joe know?

Zoe asks.

Methos: No, I didn't tell him anything.

Methos shakes in head as he says no.

Methos: I was expecting you'd tell him after marriage though.

Zoe sighs relieved.

Zoe: I had planned on it, but...

Zoe pauses, not quite sure how to explain.

Methos: You don't know how to tell him that now?

Methos tries to guess.

Zoe: I'm not sure I want to... at least... not while... not while I'm.. still alive.

Zoe says, her voice getting softer with each word, until the last two words were barely audible.

Methos: Don't you think he'll be hurt if he finds out after?

Methos asks, knowing Joe, he thinks Joe will be pretty hurt she didn't trust him enough to tell him that while she was alive.

Zoe: I don't... I don't know. Maybe. It's not that I don't trust him, 'cause I do. Explicitly, and I haven't lied to him either. It's just... I.. I've had bad experiences when people found out, about the money. I don't think Joe is the type to change because of the money either but... I love the way things are between us now. I don't want it to change. Can.. Can you understand that?

Zoe asks.

Methos: Yes, I understand. And no, Joe doesn't care about the money or he would have made me pay my tab at the bar long ago.

Methos confesses with a soft chuckle.

Zoe: I plan on telling Joe.. well, I plan on leaving him a letter with my Final Will and Testament. Then, he'll also inherit most of my material wealth.

Zoe says softly, hoping that Adam would think this would be enough.

Methos: Maybe if you explain why you didn't tell him he'll take it better.

Methos nods in agreement, somehow he doubts it's going to make that big a difference, he's expecting Joe to take Zoe's death pretty bad.

Zoe: That I intend to.

Zoe nods.

Methos: I'm glad you're not mad at me for doing a research on you, but you sounded too good to be true. Joe is not a millionaire but some people just take want they can get. Obviously not your case so I decided to not say anything.

Methos explains, ending it with a shrug as he gets his beer glass again.

Zoe: No, not at all. Luckily for me, money has never been an issue.

Zoe replies, managing a smile.

Methos: Money is so overrated.

Methos shakes his head with a sigh.

Methos: No one stops to think why so many rich people are unhappy.

Zoe: I, at least, am happy now.

Zoe says with a bigger smile.

Methos: Good. I'm glad. So is he.

Methos nods in the direction of Joe's office.

Zoe: Hmm... speaking of... could I by chance ask a favor of you?

Zoe asks cautiously.

Methos: Yeah I know, don't tell him anything. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I didn't even tell Nikki.

Methos says looking down at his almost empty glass, and thinking he should get another one.

Zoe: Oh, Nikki knows. I told her before the wedding. That wasn't the favor, though you not telling him would be greatly appreciated.

Zoe says.

Methos: She does? She didn't tell me anything either.

Methos raises an eyebrow smiling amused.

Methos: So what is it?

Zoe: I asked Nikki to keep it a secret, specifically from anyone in whom might bring it up to Joe. And the favor, is my attorney is arriving in Seacouver tomorrow and would like to meet with me, within the next few days to finalize my Will. But, obviously, I don't want Joe to know. I need help, getting away from Joe, for just a few hours. I can't use a doctor appointment as an excuse, as he knows when they are, and he comes with me too them.

Zoe explains.

Methos: So what do you want me to do?

Methos asks with a puzzled frown, he still didn't understand what was the favor she was trying to ask.

Zoe: That's just it... I don't know. I was kind of hoping you might have an idea, on how I could get away from Joe, or how he could be distracted.

Zoe says with a shrug.

Methos looks down trying to think of something, then he smirks when he sees his Watcher tattoo, that would be the perfect thing to do.

Methos: Just call me when you want to meet your attorney and I'll get Joe away for a couple of hours, no problem. Better call me a few hours before since I'll have to do a few calls.

Zoe: I can probably give a good day notice. Once my attorney gets in, we'll finalize the day. As soon as I know, I'll call.

Zoe says with a very relieved smile.

Methos looks inside his pockets for a pen, luckily he's carrying one today, he quickly grabs a paper napkin and writes it down, he's sure she doesn't have it yet.

Methos: Call me at this number, I'm always available here.

Zoe takes the napkin and looks it over.

Zoe: Thanks, I'll get it programed into my phone right away.

Methos: Alright.

Methos nods, then he asks with a smile.

Methos: So want a refill?

Zoe: That'd be lovely, thanks.


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FALLING STAR Part 26
« Reply #25 on: February 08, 2012, 12:12:59 pm »
Joe is in his office trying to get some orders straightened out with a supplier so he can get home to Zoe. He hates having to leave her alone but the situation with the supplier isn't something that Mike can take care of.

Methos parks his SUV in Joe's parking lot, checking his watch as he exits the vehicle. He's on a time schedule here and can't afford to miss Joe.  He locks his car and quickly goes inside the bar. He greets Mike, who indicates Joe's office when he asks about him, so he moves there right away.

Joe: Ok. That'll be fine. Thank you.
 
Joe says into the phone then hangs the receiver up.

Joe: Ok. That's done.

Joe says as he starts putting papers into a file folder and sticks the folder in his desk drawer. He gets up and starts gathering up some stuff that he puts into his brief case and gets ready to leave.

Methos: Joe, I'm glad I catch you here.

Methos says as he enters the office door and stops in front of Joe.
 
Joe looks up at hearing a familiar voice.
 
Joe: You almost didn't.

Joe says with a chuckle.

Joe: I was just on my way out.

Methos: Then I'd have to go looking for you.

Methos points out, checking his watch again. Zoe should be leaving by now if everything was on schedule.

Joe looks at Methos and quirks an eyebrow questioningly.

Joe: Why? What's up?

Methos: Yeah, I figured you didn't know about it. You and Internet aren't exactly on friendly terms and all.

Methos says, smiling amused, remembering how Joe was with computers.

Joe: Know about what?

Joe asks...his curiosity rising.

Methos: We have a special meeting in a while.

Methos shrugs nonchalantly, like he didn't have anything to do with it.

Joe: No one said anything to me about a meeting. Who called it?

Joe says frowning. As the head of the West Coast Division of the Watchers one would think he would be the first to know about any meeting called.

Methos: Jason Thompson. through email, that's why I rushed in here.

Methos shakes his head amused.

Methos: You never check that, do you?

Joe: Thompson. Why is Thompson calling a meeting?

Joe asks and looks at his watch.

Methos bites his lips to avoid a smile, he can't exactly answer "Because I asked him to as a favor." now can he?

Methos: I think it has something to do with security.

Joe: Oh brother.

Joe grumbles.

Joe: When is it? And where?

Methos: Actually we should be leaving or we'll be late.

Methos says gesturing towards the door.

Joe: Hang on.

Joe says grabbing his coat and brief case.

Joe: I need to call Zoe and tell her I'll be later than I thought.

Joe says as he walks around his desk. He takes out his cell phone and flips it open.

Methos: And it's at headquarters of course.

Methos adds as Joe dials Zoe's number.

Joe waits as the phone at his house rings and rings and finally is picked up by the answering machine.

Joe: Zoe? Are you there? Pick up, sweetheart

Joe says into the phone as he follows Methos out of the office and through the bar.

Zoe: Hey, Joe.

Zoe says picking up the phone.

Joe: Hi, baby. How are you doing?

Joe asks when Zoe finally answers the phone.

Zoe: I'm doing great. Sorry I didn't answer right away. I was in the bathroom.

Zoe says honestly.

Joe: That's alright. The reason I'm calling is to let you know that I'm going to be a bit later than I thought.

Joe says as he follows Methos out of the bar and to the parking lot.

Zoe: Any idea how much later? Just so I know when to push dinner back too?

Zoe asks.

Methos smirks as he listens to Joe's part of the conversation, that way Zoe will know everything is going according to plan.

Joe: I told you earlier not to worry about dinner. I'd take care of it when I got home. You're supposed to be resting.

Joe scolds Zoe.

Zoe: Schwan's came today. I got a chicken casserole from them. All I want to know is when to put it in the oven.

Zoe protests, laughing just a little at Joe's scolding.

Joe: Has anyone ever told you that you are one stubborn woman?

Joe says partly teasing.

Zoe: Yes. You did the other day.

Zoe laughs.

Joe: What am I going to do with you, Zoe Anya Dawson?

Joe says with a chuckle and shakes his head. He climbs into the passenger seat of Methos' SUV and closes the door.

Methos starts the car and drives out of the parking lot on the way to their meeting.

Zoe: Umm... whatever you want? Up to and including passionate love? Once you get home, of course.

Zoe says, the smile clear in her voice.

Joe: You also have a one track mind, young lady. We WILL discuss this at length when I get home.

Joe says with another chuckle.

Joe: I shouldn't be too much longer. Maybe an hour...hour and a half at the most.

Methos smirks looking at the road while he drives, he thinks Joe is being a little optimistic here, he can't imagine anything that will take less than 2 hours.

Zoe: Alright. Miss you already.

Zoe says.

Joe: I love you.

Joe says and makes a kissing sound into the phone.

Zoe: Love you too.  Call me, when you're on your way, and I'll put dinner in the oven.

Joe: Ok.

Joe hangs up and shoves his phone into his pants pocket.

Joe: I swear.....the doctor tells her she is suppose to rest and it goes in one ear and right out the other.

Joe says to Methos....shaking his head.

Methos: Let her move around while she can.

Methos shrugs while he thinks she won't be able to get out of bed soon enough.

Joe doesn't say anything in response. He simply looks out the passenger window at the buildings they're passing by and drops into deep thought.

 
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« Reply #26 on: February 15, 2012, 12:59:09 pm »
Zoe: Thanks.

Zoe says with a smile, as she pays the taxi driver and gets out, at the down town Weston Hotel. Entering the hotel, she heads straight for the restaurant, where she was going to meet her Lawyer, an old boyfriend, Jonathon Hayes.

Jonathon sees Zoe enter the restaurant and waves to her, hoping to catch her attention.

Zoe sees Jonathon waving, and smiles, returning the wave and heads towards the table.

Jonathon stands up to greet his old friend and help her sit down.

Jonathon: Zoe, it's been a while.

Jonathon says when she gets near their table.

Zoe: Good to see you, Jonathon.

Zoe says with a smile.

Jonathon: Same here. You remember Jared, don't you?

Jonathon asks pointing at his assistant.

Zoe: Of course.

Zoe says turning to the other man.

Zoe: It's good to see you, Jared.

Jared: It's good to see you too, Zoe.

Jared replies, performing a courtly bow over her hand.

Zoe: Jared.

Zoe protests with a laugh, pulling her hand from his and sits down at the chair Jonathon held for her.

Jared just smiles, and resumes his seat.

Jonathon helps Zoe to sit down and then goes back to his chair.

Jonathon: Figured he could be the second witness, since you want to keep this quiet for now.

Jonathon explains still puzzled about her reasoning.

Zoe: Thanks.

Zoe says with a small smile.

Zoe: Though, I suppose you're curious about that.

Jonathon: Hmm, yes, I am, as a matter of fact.

Jonathon nods chuckling softly.

Jonathon: But you're the client so...

Zoe: Well... Joe, my husband, doesn't know about my wealth. He doesn't KNOW, that I'm an heiress.

Zoe explains.

Zoe: He's also the only other man I know, besides you, that wouldn't care about my wealth... if he knew.

Zoe adds with a smile at Jonathon.

Jonathon: Wow, I hope the man is not a cardiac, I don't want to give him a heart attack when I tell him about the will.

Jonathon jokes, trying to ignore the fact that he would have lost a very dear friend when that part comes.

Jonathon: Should I have some paramedics ready just in case?

Zoe: Well... maybe on speed dial, just in case.

Zoe chuckles.

Jonathon: Consider it done.

Jonathon nods vehemently, the last thing he wants is to end up with a dead body on his hands.

Zoe: Oh, I also have this. I'd like you to give it to him, before you tell him the results of the will. It... it explains everything.

Zoe says, taking an envelope out of her purse. Across the envelope she'd simply written "Joe", and slid it across the table to Jonathon.

Jonathon gets the envelope and puts it near the other documents he had on Zoe.

Jonathon: Alright, now the will, I've made the changes you wanted, and I think I've covered it all, take a look.

Jonathon explains as he moves the papers across the table.

Zoe takes the papers, and begins skimming them, to make sure everything was in order, and had been changed the way she wanted them changed.

Jonathon: You still don't want a traditional reading of the will, right? Don't see much of a point if your husband is the only beneficiary apart from charities anyway, but...

Jonathon asks just trying to be sure she still didn't change her mind about that.

Zoe: Right. No traditional reading. Though, you're completely right, there isn't any point.

Zoe says as she continues reading.

Jonathon nods as he writes in a piece of paper to go near Zoe's will, "Get speed dial paramedics before telling husband."

Jared: That would be 911, love.

Jared murmurs to Jonathon, seeing the note.

Jonathon: Well, I know that... l just can't forget to be ready.

Jonathon chuckles, thinking taking a doctor might be the best solution.

Zoe: Love?

Zoe says looking up sharply, looking between Jared and Jonathon.

Jonathon: And yeah, we... hmmm...

Jonathon hesitates a little, thinking about a way to explain his dating his own assistant.

Jared: We started going out 9 months ago, and moved in together, three months ago.

Jared says simply, seeing Jonathon hesitate.

Zoe: Really?

Zoe asks, her eyes widening.

Jonathon: Just realized my perfect assistant was more than just that.

Jonathon says with a smile.

Zoe: That's wonderful!

Zoe beams.

Zoe: I'm so happy for the both of you!!

Zoe exclaims

Jonathon: That is Karma coming back at me, remember what I said about Athinai just because she's blonde? Well I've changed my mind.

Jonathon chuckles amused, remembering Zoe's dumb friend.

Zoe: I told you. I told you, being blonde had nothing to do with Athinai's.... Athinai.

Zoe says for lack of a better way to describe her friend.

Jonathon: I hear she was at your wedding?

Jonathon asks amused, wondering how she'd behaved there.

Zoe: Yeah. She was maid-of-honor. She..... Oh, boy. One of Joe's bestmen, got drunk, at the bachelor party, and slept with her. She then hooked up with the DJ, another friend of Joe's, at the reception... and I think she's still in town with him.

Zoe says, shaking her head, with a smile, still skimming the will.

Jonathon: Oh really?

Jonathon exclaims, looking around uncomfortably.

Jonathon: Maybe coming to the Weston Hotel wasn't such a good idea then.

Zoe: Oh, if you see her, it'll be in passing, and I doubt she'll pay any attention. She'll have her attention fixed... elsewhere. You're safe, Jonathon.

Zoe chuckles.

Jonathon: Besides she knows I'm gay.

Jonathon chuckles amused.

Jonathon: She'd know what that means, right?

Jared: Oh, you know, Johnny, nothing says we've got to leave our room, until we leave for the airport tomorrow.

Jared adds, with a grin.

Jonathon: Good idea, love.

Jonathon smiles at his partner nodding approvingly.

Jonathon: We can always visit the city some other time.

Zoe: Well, I do think everything looks right. Where do I sign?

Zoe asks, looking from the will, back up to Jonathon.

Jonathon: There.

Jonathon points at the appropriate place moving his arm over the table.

Zoe nods and signs quickly where Jonathon's points, then hands it back to him, so he and Jared could sign.

Jonathon gets the will and signs, feeling safe about this, since not him or any of his friends are getting a dime here. Jonathon passes the will to his partner when he's done.

Jared takes the will, and quickly signs it himself.

Jonathon: Alright, I believe this is done.

Jonathon says as he gets the will to put it inside a big envelope.

Zoe: Then, as much as I would like to stay and catch up, I really should get going, in case Joe gets done earlier than I expect.

Zoe says with a smile.

Jonathon: Oh, OK, call me if you need anything.

Jonathon offers as he gets on his feet to say goodbye.

Zoe: I will, I promise.

Zoe says getting to her feet as well.

Zoe: Jared, you take care of him for me.

Zoe says glancing at the blonde man.

Jared nods, standing as well.

Jared: I will, I promise.

Zoe: Goodbye.

Zoe says softly, leaning up on her tip toes, to give Jonathon a brief kiss on the cheek.

Jonathon kisses her back, wondering if he's ever going to see her alive again.

Jonathon: Goodbye, Zoe.

Zoe smiles and with a wave, she turns and walks out of the restaurant to go hail a cab and go home.


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« Reply #27 on: February 16, 2012, 01:32:51 pm »
 Joe hears the phone ringing and fights the fog of sleep...reaching for the phone before opening his eyes.
 
 Joe: Hello?

 
Joe says quietly and looks over at his sleeping wife...not wanting to wake her up.

 
Joe: Now?

 
Joe asks and scowls.

 
Joe: Isn't there somebody else who can deal with this?

 
Joe asks..closing his eyes and saying a silent prayer. He hates having to leave Zoe for any reason...especially if he doesn't HAVE to.

 
Joe: And it can't wait until later?

 
Joe asks...his eyes still closed. Then, after listening for a few seconds he opens his eyes and shakes his head.

 
Joe: Fine. I'm on my way. But this better not become a habit. I do have a life, you know.

 
Joe says then hangs up. He silently sits up in bed and proceeds to get up. A few minutes later he scribbles a note to Zoe telling her he had to take care of an emergency at the bar and lays it on his pillow for her to find when she wakes up. He gently kisses her forehead...being careful not to wake her and leaves.

 
Nikki climbs the stairs to Methos' bedroom carrying a tray with 2 cups of coffee and a stack of buttered toast. She is wearing only the shirt that Methos' had been wearing the night before. She comes into the bedroom and sits down on the edge of Methos' side of the bed...holding the tray in her lap.

 
Nikki: Hey handsome.

 
Nikki says...waving one of the cups of coffee under his nose so that the aroma will wake him up.

 
Methos moans while he stretches on the bed, opening his eyes.

 
Methos: Breakfast in bed? You're spoiling me, you know?

 
Methos asks with a smile while he sits up to grab the coffee cup.

 
Nikki: You were already spoiled. I can't claim that honor.

 
Nikki says with a snicker as she hands him his coffee and sets the tray with the toast on his lap. Then she leans over and gives him a quick kiss.

 
Methos kisses her back, then asks her with a slight frown.

 
Methos: Oh was I?

 
Nikki: You need to do some grocery shopping. This was all I could find to make for breakfast.


Joe takes out his cell phone and calls the bar. When Mike answers Joe tells him that if Zoe calls looking for him to tell her he's in the bathroom and will call her back then call him on his cell phone and explains why then hangs up and continues on his way to the West Coast Watcher's Headquarters.

 
Nikki picks up a piece of toast and takes a bite then washes it down with a sip of her coffee.

 
Methos: Yeah, I know. I think a trip to the supermarket is appropriate.

 
Methos nods in agreement as he picks his toast with a sigh, not his favorite thing to do.


**Two Hours Later**


Zoe wakes up slowly, and comfortably, stretching. Opening her eyes, Zoe blinks in surprise. It must still be the middle of the night. Even though she has no further desire to sleep, Zoe figures she can rest just fine. Rolling over, she reaches for Joe, only to find the bed empty.

 
Zoe: Joe?

 
Zoe says softly surprised. Sitting up, Zoe calls louder.

 
Zoe: Joe!

 
Zoe frowns when once again she doesn’t get another answer. Reaching over, Zoe feels for the lamp, and switches it on. The lamp clicks and still produces no light. Concerned, Zoe starts looking around.  She realizes she doesn't see ANY light. Even in the darkest of night, there was some light that would come in the window, but now, Zoe saw nothing. Starting to panic, Zoe reaches over and starts feeling around the bed, where Joe sleeps.  She fingers touch the edge of a piece of paper. Reaching up, she grabs the the piece and holds in in front of her.

 
Zoe: Well this doesn't do me any good.

 
Zoe whispers worriedly to herself. Edging off the bed, Zoe reaches for her robe by feel, and pulls it on. Moving carefully, and by touch, Zoe walks through the house, calling Joe's name, becoming more panicked  She slowly sinks down onto the couch, after having been through the entire house and received no answer.

 
Zoe: Where are you, Joe?

 
Zoe whispers.  Shegets to her feet after a long moment, trembling slightly. Refusing to give into tears, Zoe feels her way back to the bedroom, and her side of the bed. Sitting on the bed, she picks up her phone. Sliding it open, so she could use the qwerty keyboard, which she could feel, rather than the touch screen that she couldn't see, Zoe carefully felt for the number two and pressed and held it, until the phone beeped indicating it was ringing. Putting it to her ear, she waited listened.

 
Zoe: Pick up Joe. Please, pick up.

 
Zoe says urgently into the phone, when Joe's voice mail picks up. Pressing the button to end the call, she then slides it open and presses the number 3 button, until the phone beeps indicating it was calling.

 
Zoe: Please, please, please pick up this time.

 
Zoe whispers, even more panicked After letting the phone, ring, and ring, and ring, she finally hangs the phone up, with no answer at the bar. Shepulls her knees up to her chest, and rocks slightly on the bed. She knew that everything would be just fine, even without her sight, if Joe was there. But with no Joe... it was more than Zoe could handle at the moment. Giving in, Zoe let tears stream down her face.

 
Zoe: Joe... Where are you?

 
Zoe whispers through her rocking and tears. After several minutes of this, another thought occurred to Zoe.

 
Zoe: Adam... I have Adam's number.

 
Zoe picks up the phone again, and thanks whichever providence had caused her to set Adam in her speed dial. Once again, she slides the phone open and counts over to the number five and presses that, and holds it, until the phone beeps, indicating it is calling.

 
Zoe: Oh, please.

 
Zoe whispers.

 
Methos had just finished dressing and is on his way out of the bathroom when he hears his cell phone ringing. He moves to his side of the bed remembering he'd left it on his bedside table. He's surprised when he picks it up and Zoe's name shows up on the monitor.

 
Methos: Zoe? What's up?

 
Methos asks as he answers the phone, wondering if everything was alright.

 
Nikki is out of the patio performing a graceful Kata in the warmth of the morning sunlight.

 
Zoe: Adam?

 
Zoe says, relieved that someone finally answered!

 
Zoe: Thank God.

 
Zoe whispers.

 
Methos: Yes, it’s me. Everything OK?

 
Methos asks frowning slightly, she sounded relieved.


Zoe:No... No, everything isn't alright.

 
Zoe says honestly, then pauses, unsure how to continue.

 
Methos waits hoping that she'll explain why she's calling, but there's just a long pause.

 
Methos: Still here.

 
Methos says hoping that would make her start talking.

 
Zoe: I... I...

 
Zoe takes a deep breath then spits out

 
Zoe: I can't see.

 
Methos: You...

 
Methos is too surprised to go on for a moment until he remembers sometimes terminal patients get blind.

 
Methos: You can't see?

 
Methos manages to ask after a moment.

 
Zoe: No! I can't see. Everything is dark!

 
Zoe cries, the panic evident in her voice.

 
Zoe: And I don't know where Joe is! He's not home, he's not answering is cell and nobody is answering at the bar!

 
Methos: OK, Nikki and I are on the way. Just relax and we'll be there in about 10 minutes.

 
Methos says as he moves in the room to get his coat, then walks to the door.

 
Zoe: I'll try.

 
Methos: Don't panic, we're on the way.

 
Zoe: I'll try.

 
Zoe says again, then closes the phone.

 
Methos disconnects the call then runs downstairs to call Nikki and get his car.

 
Methos: Nikki?

 
Methos calls, heading for the back patio.

 
Nikki stops in mid motion and looks toward the sliding glass door. She sees the look on Methos' face and grabs her towel from where it is draped over the patio railing and wipes sweat from her face.

 
Nikki: What's wrong?

 
Nikki asks as she walks up to Methos who is standing in the sliding glass doorway.

 
Methos: Zoe's just called, she says she can't see.

 
Methos explains while he looks inside his pockets to check if he has the car keys.

 
Methos: And Joe isn't there, so she's about to panic, we need to go there right now.

 
Nikki: What??!

 
Nikki exclaims as she shoves her feet into her shoes which she had shucked off just outside the door.

 
Nikki: Oh my God.

 
Nikki says in shock and concern.

 
Nikki: Let's go, then.

 
Nikki says and hurries past Methos. She heads for the front door, grabbing her purse off of the kitchen bar as she passes it.

 
Methos: Yeah, another sign of the illness, her body is shutting down. Things will only get worse not better.

 
Methos points out with an unhappy sigh, he was hoping they'd had more time but apparently things were going really fast.

 
Nikki, figuring the chances of meeting another Immortal are slim to none, doesn't worry about going up to the bedroom to get her sword. She hurries out of the house and heads for Methos' car.

 
Methos gets in his car and drives to Joe's place as fast as he can without taking the risk to be pulled over.


***10 minutes later***

 
Methos parks his car near Joe's place, since luckily there's an open parking spot for once. He exits his car and waits until Nikki is out to lock the doors.

 
Nikki gets out of the car and heads for the front door of Joe's house.

 
Methos locks the door and follows Nikki to the front door.

 
Methos: Zoe? It's Adam, and Nikki.

 
Methos says knocking on the door, hoping she could hear him from there.

 
Zoe sighs in relief hearing Adam's voice.

 
Zoe: Coming!

 
Zoe calls out, and slides off the bed, carefully making her way to the front door.

 
Methos leans against the door frame when he hears Zoe's voice, figuring she'd take a while to get there.

 
Zoe: Oww...

 
Zoe mutters as she runs into an end table in her haste to get to the door. Rubbing her knee, she finishes walking to the door, and unlocks the door, and carefully pulls it open.

 
Methos straightens up when the door opens slowly and he sees Zoe. Apart from the fact she's not really looking at them but straight head, where they might be, he doesn't see any difference.

 
Nikki: Zoe? It's us. What can we do to help?

 
Nikki says when the door opens.

 
Zoe: Hi.

 
Zoe says softly.

 
Methos side glances at Zoe as he walks in the door. She didn't know he'd been a doctor before, of course, but he feels like he needs to do something. He takes a deep breath blaming it on medical training, what the hell was he supposed to do?

 
Methos: Can I take a look? We could use a flashlight or something to find out if you see any light?

 
Zoe: Yeah... if you think it'll do any good.

 
Zoe says, moving away from the door and towards the couch, moving slowly and carefully, not eager to hit her knee again.

 
Nikki follows Methos into the house. When he asks for a flashlight she says, "I'll get one," and rushes to the kitchen to look for Joe's junk drawer...where everybody puts their flashlight. She finds one, makes sure it works, then brings it back the the front room and hands it to Methos.


Nikki: Here, babe.

 
Nikki says as she holds out the flashlight.

 
Methos gets the flashlight Nikki is giving him, before he moves closer to point it at one of Zoe's eyes. He takes a deep breath before he switches it on, hoping she might be able to see something.

 
Methos: Can you see anything?

 
Methos asks pointing the light in her eye.

 
Zoe shakes her head.

 
Zoe: Nothing. It... Everything is just.. It's just black.

 
Zoe says softly.

 
Methos shakes his head, taking a deep breath, while he moves to the other eye. Without a proper examination he couldn't be sure, but this didn't sound good at all.

 
Methos: What about now?

 
Methos makes a face, looking down while he switches off the flashlight.


Zoe: Nothing.

 
Zoe says.

 
Methos makes a face, looking down while he switches off the flashlight.

 
Methos: I think we should take you to hospital, or call your doctor, or... something. They'd have to see the optical nerve with the right equipment.

 
Zoe: I don't think it'll make any difference.

 
Zoe says softly.

 
Methos looks up frowning puzzled, she knew there was little hope, she got her sight back?

 
Nikki watches silently from the background. She unconsciously chews on her bottom lip.

 
Methos: Really?

 
Methos asks trying to find out what she meant by that.

 
Zoe: Its not like they're going to be able to fix it. And even if they could... We all know, its not worth it. Not... Not at this point.

 
Zoe says.

 
Methos takes a deep breath, looking at the flashlight in his hands unable to deny what she'd just told him.

 
Methos: So what do you want us to do to help?

 
Methos asks assuming she'd called him there for a reason.

 
Zoe: I want Joe. And I don't want to be alone.

 
Zoe says nodding in the general direction of Adam.

 
Nikki takes her cell phone out of her purse and dials the bar. When Mike answers she asks for Joe but Mike says he was out back talking to a deliveryman. She cups her hand over the phone and looks up at Methos.

 
Nikki: Joe's out back talking to a delivery guy I guess. At least that's what Mike is saying.

 
Nikki says and puts the phone back up to her ear and asks Mike to go get him that it's an emergency.

 
Methos nods waiting for what Mike is going to do to take some conclusions, apparently Joe was awfully busy this morning.

 
Nikki hears Mike set the phone down on the bar and she waits for him to go get Joe. A few minutes go by then Mike gets back on the phone and tells Nikki that Joe wasn't in the alley out back and that he might have walked around front. Then he tells her that he will go look for him and have him call her right back. Nikki starts to tell him she'll wait and she hears a click and the dial tone, indicating that Mike has hung up.

 
Nikki: What the....

 
Nikki says looking at her phone, confused.

 
Methos: What's up?

 
Nikki: He hung up.

 
Nikki says looking up at Methos.

 
Nikki: He said that Joe wasn't in the alley out back and had maybe walked around to the front of the building and that he would go find him and have him call right back. Then he hung up.

 
Nikki says, quirking an eyebrow, questioningly.

 
Methos: Let me give it a try.

 
Nikki hands him her cell phone.

 
Nikki: Don't worry. We'll find him.

 
Nikki says to Zoe and takes her hands in her own, comfortingly.

 
Zoe squeezes back.

 
Methos takes her cell phone and redials the number. He waits for a moment until he hears Mike's voice again. After he hears Mike say "Oh it's you." He asks about Joe and gets the information he'd been called to headquarters. Methos thanks him and disconnects the call.

 
Methos: Well he met Joe at the parking lot but he couldn't call him back, apparently Joe went to get some fuel.

 
Methos explains as he gives Nikki her cell phone back.

 
Zoe: Some gas? His car ran out?

 
Zoe asks.

 
Nikki takes her cell phone and looks at Methos dubiously.

 
Methos: Yes, I think so. I better go there in case he needs a ride.

 
Methos says on his way to the door, giving Nikki an "I'll explain later" look.

 
Methos: Don't worry I'm going to find him for you.

 
Zoe: Thank you.

 
Zoe whispers.


To be continued


 


 

 
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FALLING STAR Part 29
« Reply #28 on: February 22, 2012, 11:47:12 am »
Nikki gets to her feet and looks down at Zoe. Her heart goes out to the woman. As if she wasn't already going through enough now this had to happen.
 
Nikki: Zoe? Can I get you anything from the kitchen? Like some herbal tea or something? I'm sure Joe has some.
 
Nikki asks feeling totally helpless.
 
Zoe: Sure... Then aah.... Maybe I could get your help? As well.. I can't see to pick out my clothes, and I'd just assume get dressed.
 
Zoe says looking in Nikki's direction.
 
Nikki: Ok. How about we take care of that first?

Nikki says as she places her hand under Zoe's arm to help her up.
 
Zoe: Thanks.
 
Zoe says, accepting Nikki's help.
 
Nikki guides Zoe into the bedroom and over to the bed.
 
Nikki: The bed is right behind you.
 
Zoe: Thanks.
 
Nikki informs Zoe.
 
Zoe says, backing up, just enough to feel the bed against her legs and then sits down.
 
Nikki: Now.....tell me what you want to wear and where to find it.
 
Nikki says looking around the room.
 
Zoe: Jeans, underwear and bra should all be in the chest, and a shirt in the closet, somewhere.

Zoe says.

Nikki: Ok.

Nikki says and goes in search of the items Zoe asked for.

Joe: I don't agree.

Joe speaks up in the meeting.

Joe: I think we should hold off on that until more research has been done.

Methos sighs impatiently as the elevator goes down, first he had to wait the front guards had checked his papers until they were satisfied, then they tried to keep him outside because Joe was in the middle of a meeting. After he'd explained it was an emergency, he finally managed to convince them and now the elevator was taking just too long. He sighs in relief when it finally stops and the door opens. He rushes inside and walks to the meeting room.

Joe looks up when the door to the conference room flies open and is surprised to see who is standing in it.

Methos makes a gesture at Joe to come outside, then he raises his hands at the other Watchers staring at him as a way of excusing himself.

Joe looks at the group sitting around the large table and smiles sheepishly.

Joe: Excuse me.

Joe says and gets to his feet. He walks to the door and grabs Methos' arm.

Joe: What's going on?

Joe asks as he steers Methos out of the room, letting the door close behind them.

Methos: Zoe isn't hmm... feeling well and she wants you to go to her.

Methos answers when he decides not to tell him the whole truth for now.

Joe looks at Methos and furrows his brow.

Joe: What do you mean....not feeling well?

Joe asks, concerned. He knows that Methos wouldn't hunt him down and interrupt a Watcher meeting if it weren't serious.

Methos: Why don't I tell you on the way?

Methos suggests, and adds to himself, when you're sitting.
 
Joe forgets his briefcase that was sitting on the floor next to the chair he was sitting in in the conference room and follows Methos out of the building.

Joe: Just tell me.

Joe says as they walk out of the building and head for Methos' car.

Methos: Why don't you ask one of the Watchers to take your car so we can talk on the way? Besides Mike was a little embarrassed and I'm supposed to give you a ride home.

Methos smirks remembering how bad of a liar Mike turned out to be.

Nikki brings the items Zoe asked for over and lays them on the bed next to Zoe. She takes hold of Zoe's hand and places it on each item.

Nikki: Here's the bra....here's the underwear....jeans and shirt. Do you need any help getting dressed?

Nikki asks unsure how independent Zoe is.

Joe: I'll handle getting my car later.

Joe says adamantly.

Joe: Just tell me what is going on.

Methos: Just remember... you were out of gas.

Methos avoids the question once more, before he unlocks the doors of his SUV and gets behind the wheel.

Methos: Just come inside the car and I'll tell you.

Joe gets into the car and fastens his seat belt.

Joe: Alright, Methos. I'm in. I'm sitting down. Now for Christ's sake talk to me.

Joe says, beginning to lose his patience.

Methos: Right, now I don't have to pick you from the floor in case you get dizzy or something, you must be heavy.

Methos nods in agreement as he pulls off the parking lot.

Joe: METHOS!!!!

Joe yells.

Methos: No need to scream, I was getting there.

Methos says side glancing at Joe with a frown.

Methos: Zoe called me this morning, she said...

Methos tries to think of an easy way to say this, only to find out that there isn't.

Methos: She said she couldn't see anything.

Joe: What do you mean....couldn't see anything?

Joe asks with a frown.

Zoe: No, I should be alright. Thank you.

Zoe says, feeling a little relieved. One always feels better when one is dressed.

Nikki: Ok. I'll be in the kitchen making your tea. Holler when you are dressed.

Nikki says and turns to leave the room.

Zoe: Thanks.

Zoe says, and begins to go about dressing for the day.

Nikki goes into the kitchen and hunts for some herbal tea. When she finds it she proceeds to prepare a cup for Zoe....wishing Methos would hurry up and return with Joe.

Methos: I mean couldn't see anything. She said everything was dark.

Methos explains as he keeps driving, hoping Joe would get it without him having to mention the word blind.

Joe: Are you telling me Zoe is blind?

Zoe gets dressed, and then with a deep breath, heads back to Nikki and the kitchen, thankful, that she was familiar enough with the house to be able to find her way around, even in the dark.

Joe asks, unable to grasp the situation.

Methos: Hmm, yes, for now. Don't know if it's temporarily or not.

Methos nods, all he had was a suspicion anyway, let Zoe's doctors give them the bad news.

Joe: Have you seen her?

Joe asks, turning to look out of the front window. He feels the palms of his hands begin to sweat and his stomach has tied itself in a knot.

Methos: Yes, I went there with Nikki. Nikki is still with her.

Methos says as he nods again.

Joe feels like everything is moving in slow motion.

Joe: Can't this bucket of bolts go any faster?

Joe asks, anxiously.

Methos: Yes, but if we get pulled over we'll waste more time than the 5 minutes we'll gain by speeding in there.

Methos points out, he increases speed a little though.

Methos: Just relax and I'll get you there in no time.

Zoe: How's that tea coming?

Zoe asks, entering the edge of the kitchen.

Nikki is surprised to hear Zoe's voice in the kitchen and walks over to her. She takes Zoe's hand and places it under her elbow and leads her over to one of the bar stools in front of the kitchen counter.

Nikki: Here. Have a seat.

Nikki says patting the bar stool.

Joe: Other than that....is she alright?

Joe asks as he watches the buildings fly by.

Zoe: Thanks.

Zoe says with a bit of a smile and up onto the bar stool.

Methos: Other than that she's fine.

Methos nods in agreement as he manages to go through a traffic light just before it turns red.

Nikki goes back to fixing Zoe's tea.

Joe: I should never have left her.

Joe mutters quietly...overcome with guilt.

Methos: And in case you're feeling guilty you left her, how were you supposed to know? People don't guess things, do they?

Methos asks when it comes to his mind, Joe was probably feeling guilty about it now.

Nikki pours hot water over the tea basket and dunks the basket up and down until the tea has steeped enough.

Nikki: Do you want sugar or cream in it?

Nikki asks Zoe.

Zoe: No. I prefer my herbal tea as is. Thanks though.

Zoe says with a smile.

Joe doesn't respond. He simply watches the buildings go by wishing they would hurry up and get there.

Nikki removes the tea basket and sets it in the sink then carries the cup over to the counter and sets it down. She takes hold of Zoe's hand and places it on the side of the cup with the handle.

Nikki: Here you go.

Nikki says and looks anxiously towards the front room and the front door then looks at her watch.

Zoe: Thanks.

Zoe says lifting it to her mouth and carefully taking a sip.

Methos finally turns his car to Pimlico Avenue and drives to the 5455, where he parks.

Methos: See? Managed to get here without a speeding ticket.

Methos points out as he's about to exit his car.

Joe simply gets out of the car and hurries up to the front door.

Nikki feels a strong Immortal buzz and breathes a sigh of relief.

Nikki: They're back.

Nikki announces and heads for the front door.

Zoe immediately sets the mug down and gets off the bar stool and heads towards the front door, not needing any help for that.

Joe reaches for the door knob.

Nikki grabs hold of the handle on the front door and yanks the door open.

Joe looks up in surprise as the door opens before he has a chance to even put his hand on the knob.

Methos follows Joe to the front door, keeping an eye on him in case he loses his balance or something, the man just had a big shock.

Nikki: Joe! Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.

Nikki says with an apologetic smile. She steps aside so that he can come in and looks behind him at Methos and smiles.

Zoe: Joe?

Zoe says questioningly, stopping by the couch, near the door.

Joe looks past Nikki at Zoe and rushes to her.

Joe: Zoe? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone. Come and sit down.

Joe says and leads his wife into the living room and over to the couch. He sits down and gently pulls her down next to him.

Zoe: It's not your fault.

Zoe says seeking comfort in Joe's presence.

Methos: Should we leave now?

Methos whispers to Nikki, making sure the other two don't listen to it.

Nikki: I don't know.

Nikki says with a shrug.

Joe: Tell me what happened.

Joe asks, taking Zoe's hands in his and looking into her face.

Methos rolls his eyes as he thinks, wow now that was helpful.

Zoe: Didn't Adam tell you? Oh... I.. Adam,

Zoe says turning towards the other man.

Zoe: Thank you so much for going to get Joe.

Methos: No problem, glad I could help.

Methos nods towards Zoe even though she can't see him.

Methos: Anything else we can do?

Joe: All he told me was that you couldn't see.

Joe says, still looking at Zoe.

Zoe: And that's true. I woke up and... well, I thought it was still the middle of the night, until I realized that I couldn't see ANY light. Not even from the moon, or the street light, nothing.

Zoe says turning back to Joe, and explaining what happened.

Nikki reaches out and taps Methos' shoulder. When he turns to look at her she leans closer to his ear and whispers, "if they want to be alone...maybe we can go get Joe's car for him again."

Zoe: You were gone... I found your note, but it didn't do me any good, since I couldn't see it. I tried your cell, you didn't answer. I tried the bar, nobody answered. I then remembered, that thankfully, I had Adam's number in my cell and I called him.

Zoe explains.

Joe: Have you called your doctor?

Joe asks...kind of glad that Zoe can't see the pain in his face.

Methos: It's parked right in front of the Watchers Headquarters, what if they recognize you?

Methos whispers back to Nikki, thinking it might not be a good idea she goes there.

Nikki looks around her. She sees the coat rack next to the front door with a baseball cap on one of the hooks. She grabs it, puts it on and stuffs her long red hair into the cap. Then looks at Methos as if to say...how's that?

Zoe says softly, reaching out a hand towards Joe's face, lightly running her fingers along his chin.

Joe: Ok. That's Ok. I'm here now. Let's call Dr. Bjorn.

Joe says taking out his cell phone.

Zoe: In a bit?

Zoe asks.

Zoe: Please just... Just hold me for a bit?

Zoe asks, wanting to feel the comfort of Joe's arms around her.

Joe sets his phone down on the coffee table and pulls Zoe into his arms. He gently caresses her back with one hand.

Methos: That works.

Joe: Never a problem.

Joe whispers and kisses the top of her head.

Methos nods approvingly, then he moves to get Joe's keys.

Methos: Joe, we're getting your car.

Methos speaks softly not to disturb Zoe, and extends his hand.

Joe silently reaches into his pocket with one hand and takes out his keys. He tosses them to Methos and looks up at him gratefully then closes his eyes and lays his head on Zoe's.

Methos catches the keys in the air and moves to the door without any other comment.

Nikki blows Joe a kiss and hurries out of the house...heading for Methos' car.

Joe continues to gently rub Zoe's back as he holds her close to him. With his eyes closed he tries to memorize the scent of her hair....never wanting to forget how it smells.

 
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FALLING STAR Part 30
« Reply #29 on: February 26, 2012, 03:07:24 am »
The parts of Duncan MacLeod and Richie Ryan are temporarily being understudied.


Duncan feels someone touching his shoulder and he opens his eyes. One of the female Flight Attendants is leaning over him and smiling. She says, "sorry to wake you, sir. But the Captain has turned on the Fasten Your Seat-belt sign and we're getting ready to land."

Duncan: Oh. Sorry. Thank you.

Duncan sputters...trying to clear the fog of sleep from his brain. The Flight Attendant smiles and moves to wake up another passenger. Duncan fastens his seat belt and looks out of the window at the landscape below. When he had left for Paris he had hoped that he would return under better circumstances than the ones he is returning to. When he had left Joe and Zoe off at the Paris Airport, he had figured he'd better be ready should he get a call telling him he needed to come home. So when he got back to the barge he packed a suitcase and set it by the door. That phone call came late the night before and he was on the first available flight back to the states. His thoughts went to Joe and Zoe. Even though everyone knew that this time would come knowing something is going to happen and dealing with it when it happens are two different things.

Richie gets as close to the doors of the Air France terminal as he can and pulls up to the curb. He keeps the motor running and turns on his emergency flashers then begins watching the terminal doors for MacLeod.

Duncan 's plane lands and taxis to the boarding gate...pulling up to the boarding tunnel. The Captain thanks everyone for flying Air France and a Flight Attendant opens the exit door causing a slight change of pressure in the cabin and Duncan has to yawn to open up his ears. He gets up, takes his carry on out of the overhead compartment and follows the other passengers out of the plane. He smiles and thanks the Flight Attendants as he passes them at the door and, once in the boarding tunnel, picks up his pace and heads for the baggage claim area. He retrieves his suitcase and makes his way through the crowded terminal. As he approaches the terminal doors he feels the buzz of another Immortal.

Richie feels an Immortal buzz and opens his door...getting out and standing where Mac will be able to see him.

Duncan walks through the doors of the terminal and looks around. He sees Richie standing by his car...waving frantically and he waves back. He hurries through the maze of people scurrying in and out of cars.

Richie: Hey, Mac. Right on time for a change.

Richie says then gets back into his car and reaches across to the passenger door and shoves it open for Mac.

Duncan grabs the door when it flings open and tosses his suitcase and briefcase in the back seat then gets in and fastens his seat belt.

Duncan: Thanks for picking me up, Richie.

Duncan says after he closes his door and settles in for the ride home.

Richie: Not a problem, Mac. I'm glad for something I can finally do to help. I know that you guys have gone through this before....more than once....and are used to it but I just feel so dammed helpless. I almost hate going to the bar anymore because I hate seeing how sad Joe is. It seems like it was just yesterday he was floating on cloud 9 because he and Zoe had just gotten married.

Richie says sadly as he pulls away from the curb and maneuvers through traffic to the airport exit.

Duncan: Like I told you once before.....you never get used to losing someone you care for. No matter how many times you go through it. And it never gets any easier.

Duncan says quietly as he watches the scenery go by.

Duncan: Sometimes I think it is harder to watch a friend go through it than to go through it yourself.

Duncan says thoughtfully.

Richie: Yeah. Methos told you Zoe has gone blind....right?

Richie asks as he pulls onto the freeway and heads for the city and MacLeod's loft.

Duncan: Yeah. When he called last night.

Duncan says and shakes his head.

Duncan: Makes you wonder how much more both of them can take.

Duncan muses.

Richie: Joe's been a rock but you can see it in the back of his eyes. Back behind the diluted cheery bravado he shows to his bar customers. I don't think I could be that strong. I'd be a total wreck.

Richie says shaking his head.

Duncan: Nah. I think....if the woman you loved was going through this you would be strong for her when she needed you to be strong. I've seen you in times when someone was relying on you and you were strong for them.

Duncan says, remembering the mortal girl, Laura, and the Immortal, Mikey, and the way Richie had taken the lead and been there for them.

Richie: Yeah....well.....that was different. That didn't involve watching the woman I love die from a terminal illness that can't be cured and barely treated.

Richie says, honestly. He gets off the freeway and starts maneuvering through the mid-day city traffic.

Duncan stares out of the window on the passenger door without seeing the buildings zipping past them. His thoughts are of his friend Joe and how he can best help him. And of Zoe and he tries to imagine how she must be feeling. Most Mortals.....those with the ability to have empathy for their fellow humans....can some what imagine having a terminal illness.....knowing, in advance, that their time was short....because they knew that they would all die someday anyway. But it was harder for an Immortal to imagine dying slowly because they couldn't get illnesses that could slowly kill them. His thoughts were also of Methos and how Zoe's situation was affecting him. Whether it had brought back some painful memories. He rode the rest of the way to his loft in thoughtful silence.

Richie pulled into the alley along side of the building MacLeod's loft and Dojo were in and parked his car.

Richie: Here, ya go, Mac. Home sweet home.

Richie announces.

Richie: Want me to help you with your stuff?

Richie offers, even though he knows that Mac is capable of hauling one suitcase and a brief case up a flight of stairs.

Duncan: No. I got.

Duncan says as he unfastens his seat belt and opens the door. He puts one foot out of the car and turns to look at Richie.

Duncan: To be honest....I think I need to be alone for a while, Richie. You don't mind, do you?

Duncan says hoping that Richie doesn't get his feelings hurt over this.

Richie: Oh. Sure, Mac. No problem. The Dojo's closed today so I'll just go on home. Just make me a promise.

Richie says looking directly into MacLeod's eyes.

Duncan: What's that?

Duncan says, quirking an eyebrow, curiously.

Richie: Call me if you need anything. I mean....really. I'm just a phone call away.

Richie says with a reassuring smile.

Duncan looks at Richie and is reminded just how much he has grown up since the first time they met. He smiles and nods his head.

Duncan: You got it, partner.

Duncan gets out of the car, grabs his bags from the back seat and closes the car door. He pats the roof of the car and holds his hand against the passenger door window as a wave goodbye, then heads up the stairs and into the building.

Richie smiles proudly, hearing MacLeod call him partner. He waves and pulls out of the alley and heads for his own apartment.

Duncan doesn't bother to unpack. He simply tosses his suitcase on the foot of his bed, sets his brief case on the floor at the foot of his bed and flops down on his back...sprawling across the width of the bed. He stares for awhile at his ceiling then drifts off to sleep.


 
To be continued
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