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This story is No. 2 in the series "Swords of Light". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: (1st in the SL trilogy) What if Buffy had been Immortal when she died in The Gift?

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Highlander > Multiple PairingsTwilightUnicornFR152832,04123651,89123 May 0623 May 06Yes

Part 5

Part 5

"So, how do you know all this...stuff anyway?" asked Joe, as he and Methos drove down Highway 99 towards Sunnydale.

Methos remained silent for a long moment. Only after a big rig's lights flashed across his face, did he speak.

"Because," he said, he voice so quiet, that the Immortal Watcher could barely hear him, "in my life...I have been on both sides of the battle between the Light and Dark."

"Huh?" Joe said. "That doesn't tell me anything."

Methos sighed deeply. He knew what he was going to say next would dredge up things that he had never shared with anyone, and didn't want to share, but he would. For the sake of understanding.

"When I was a Horseman known as Death, Joe, I was a Warrior for the First Evil. They're the head honchos for the forces of darkness." Joe nodded slowly, brow furrowed in concentration, as he thought about what was being said. "After I left the Horsemen, I wondered around for quite some time, wondering what I was supposed to do with myself...other than just exist."

"So," Joe said, when he realized that the ancient Immortal had stopped, "what happened? How did you switch sides?"

Methos chuckled mirthlessly, before he said, "A Messenger for the Powers That Be -- they're the head people for the side of Light -- came to me, telling me I needed to see something....



1753, Galway, Ireland

Methos watched as the tall, dark-haired, young man staggered after the blonde-haired woman...correction: vampire. Silently he followed, knowing there was nothing he could do, but watch -- as he had been ordered --.

He watched as the young man was drained, then drank in return, sealing his fate. After everything was over, the village massacred, he left in search of the Messenger that had brought him here. He did not have far to go.

"Why?" Methos asked in a ragged voice, eyes hard, as he held a sword to the Messenger's throat, memories of his time as a Horseman raging in his mind.

"To understand," the Messenger replied. "What you have witnessed is the 'rebirth' of the one who will take your place as the favored Warrior for the First Evil. Both sides in this war have waited a long time for his coming."

"Why was I not allowed to destroy him?!" Methos snarled, the rage in his eyes making them golden.

"Because, his destiny is not yet fulfilled, and will not be fulfilled for a long time yet."

"Then why make me witness this?"

"To understand what you must see in a future time."



"Why did you have to see that?" asked Joe, confusion on his face.

Methos turned onto the turn-off for Sunnydale, and explained, "To make the final decision on which side I would fight on, and to witness the vampire's turning to the Light."



1898, Romany Gypsy Camp

In the shadows, Methos watched as the vampire Angelus ran into the camp, too late to stop the ceremony that would end his reign as the Scourge of Europe. He watched as the vampire's soul was restored, and as the agony of his memories over came him.

"Why must I see this?" the ancient Immortal asked the Messenger standing beside him.

"The Powers That Be want you to make a decision, as this one will...at a future time," the Messenger answered. "But unlike him, you must make that decision now."

"And what decision must I make?"

"Will you become a Warrior for the Powers That Be? A Warrior for the Light?"

Methos was silent for a long time, then said so quietly, that only the Messenger heard, "Yes."



"From that point on, I was their Warrior," Methos concluded.

"And this vampire? What happened to him?" Joe asked, curious.

"Don't know," Methos said, as they passed the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign. "What's the address to where we're supposed to go?"

Joe looked at the notebook in his hands and rattled off the number. Both were silent, as they concentrated on reaching their destination. When they reached their goal, Methos turned off the car, and looked at the sign of the store.

"The Magic Box...how fitting," he murmured.
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