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Summary: A ficlet serial featuring Faith. Will crossover with Highlander and SG-1.

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mariahFR13149,63447431,06420 Aug 065 Aug 11No

November 2008 -- Seacouver

“What did you do?” Amanda stormed into McLeod's apartment, brandishing her sword and poking it at Adam's stomach.

Methos squirmed away from the swordpoint, spilling his beer on McLeod's couch. “Good God, woman! Why do you think I did anything?”

“Because I know you, Adam! You've gone and done something stupid!” Amanda poked at him a bit more. Adam could tell she wasn't going to challenge him, but she was pissed.

“I didn't do anything!” Methos put up his hands in surrender. “Nothing!”

“You did something! I know you turned that slayer's attention on us. She would have ignored us all if you hadn't gone to her apartment! Now we all have to watch our backs.”

“Who said I went to her apartment?” He asked, curious.. Having failed at playing the innocent card, he took a swig of beer as he put his feet up on the couch.

“Joe. She called him.” Amanda sheathed her sword and flung herself on the couch at his feet in defeat. “I don't want to kill some eighteen year old slayer to protect myself. She's a baby!”

“She's a slayer. All slayers are babies, Amanda. It's the nature of the curse.” Adam pushed away from Amanda, retreating to the far end of the sofa. “Fight hard, die young.”

“And whose damn fool idea was that?”

Methos shrugged. “Mine?” He rolled his eyes when Amanda looked at him in shock. “Well, the vampires were bloody annoying!” Amanda slapped him. “Hey! Vampires are stronger than us. I wanted them whittled down.” Amanda slapped him again.

“How could you? How could you do that to some innocent girl?”

“'Tis done, 'Manda. What did Joe say?” Amanda shook her head and screamed with frustration. Adam rolled his eyes and smirked at her. Amanda screamed again.

“He didn't tell her anything. Watcher's oath and all that. Apparently, not even the slayer can be told what we are.”

“Her watcher will know.” Adam put his empty bottle on the coffee table and reached for the second bottle that stood full. “If it makes you feel any better, you'll never have to kill her.”


Adam made a finger point like a gun. “She'll shoot you from a distance.” He made a slicing motion across his neck. “Then she'll take your head.”

“But.. But, the rules...” Amanda protested.

“She's a Slayer, Amanda, not an Immortal.” Adam put up a hand to stall further protest. “She's not bound by our rules. Hell, no slayer I've know has given a damn about the Game or holy ground or the interference rules – which, by the way, don't apply to them anyway. They just shoot us and then take our heads as insurance. Besides, I guarantee that a slayer with even a few months under her belt can take any Immortal in a fair fight.”

“This is all your fault!” Amanda hopped off the couch and paced the room. “I find a nice, quiet place to hide, and you, you... Bastard!”

“Yup.. All my fault.” Adam took another swig of beer and dropped the facade, showing how truly miserable he felt. “My fault.”

“Damn you.” Amanda eyes burned with fury. “Fix it, damn you!” Amanda stomped out of Duncan's apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Adam drained the bottle, staring off into space. “Damn me.” He reached for another bottle. “Damn me for a fool.”
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