Requiem The great tragedy of the Immortals is that so often quoted line, "In the end, there can be only one." And what if you didn't know... 9/2000 This story was written in 1998 - long before Endgame. I was a fool to leave. I thought it was important and grief blinded me. I should have called Joe before I came back, or from the airport... He’d have warned me. The fancy sports car that swerved in front of me held the aura of an Immortal... but it didn’t seem familiar.
The sword wasn’t familiar either. A hand-and-a-half broadsword, plain hilt, heavy and wielded with considerable skill came at me out of the darkness. I didn’t recognize his style. He didn’t speak, just came at me with a speed and strength I had a hard time parrying. I was so tired. I’d been up for three days and nights what with Connor’s funeral and the search for his killer... The moves became automatic, my body doing the thinking my brain was too far gone to handle. He slipped and my sword took him through the heart. He dropped, his head down, the neck bared to my blade. He never said a word... Automatically, I swung and his head fell, rolling out of my shadow and into the light. I went to my knees as the Quickening took me. The power of it ... I thought it would never end. Now I know... I know all of your secrets... You knew I would have to go after the Immortal who killed Connor. You’d checked the Watcher Database and found that we were the last two... You planned it so carefully, the suit, the boots... A sword and a style of fighting I’d never seen you use... You knew how tired I’d be and you managed it beautifully. I wonder, Methos, would it have made any difference if I’d told you I loved you?
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It
was dark and the parking lot was deserted. At three in the morning
there was no traffic. Even so, I should have known...