"You said what?" Richie asked.

"I told him that I wanted him to put us in the same bedroom, Richie, you know as well as I do that your room is big enough for both of us, and we wouldn't have to stay in the same bed either, I can easily drag mine in here," Amber said.

"When did you get this crazy idea?" Richie asked.

"After I jumped into your clothes and figured if we were in the same room all the time, then it would make more sense," Amber said.

"Excuse me, I have to go talk to Mac," Richie said.

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"Then the guy threw a bucket of ice cold water on us, and we had to get our asses back here before we froze, Mac, I swear, if she said anything of the sort, her brain was probably already frost bitten," Richie said.

"Richie, she sounded pretty sane, but the whole idea is INSANE," Duncan said.

"Maybe to you," Richie muttered, "but..."

"But what?" Duncan asked.

"Oh please, Duncan, now if you're thinking...well never mind that, I KNOW what you're thinking," Richie got up.

"AND?"

"You're wrong."

"Wonderful, now that we've considered this, Richie, maybe you can tell me something."

"What?"

"What the hell am I supposed to be thinking that you say this?"

"Mac, I know what you're thinking."

"Richie, you know I'm not thinking anything, never have, never do."

"Mac, you think that if you put us in the same room, first it's swaping each other's clothes, next it's each other's body fluids, but believe me, if I even mentioned that to Amber, she'd rip my throat out and hand it to me," Richie said.

"Your throat, of course, for lack of more useful equipment," Duncan said.

"Maaaac!"

"Riiichhhhiieee," Duncan returned, "you keep your interest in this the way you wish, and let me keep my interest in this ordeal the way I want to."

"Okay," Richie turned around, "HUH?"

"It's allright if you want to keep an interest with her, but my interest in this whole thing is to keep you 2 in separate rooms for good reasons," Duncan said.

"Oh come on Mac, look, Immortals grow old, it just never shows right? So that makes me around 26."

"That's even more reason to worry, it's one thing when the teenage hormones kick in, it's natural, but you...and her...and oh I don't know where to begin with you!" Duncan flabbergasted.

"Well I know where to begin, goodbye!"

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"Richie, why in the hell did you even bother speaking with him?" Amber asked.

"Because I wanted to get to the bottom of this, I think you were suffering from temporary brain freeze when you asked him," Richie said.

"Oh come on Richie!"

"Amber, do you really think that the 2 of us could stand being together in the same room for who knows how long?" Richie asked.

"I don't see why not, you've been out of the grave for seven months, you should really be considering trying new things before you go back," Amber said.

"That reminds me, I've been meaning to ask, how in the world did you bring me out of the grave?" Richie asked.

"Long story, you got time?" Amber asked.

"Shoot."

"Well, I wasn't in New Jersey around the time I was expecting you back, I'd take a trip over to India, over there, I met some of those uh...what do you call them...uh...voodoo scholars, they taught me a few things while I was there, I figured I'd come back and try them with you," Amber said.

"And what were you going to do with me?" Richie asked.

"I'm not sure, half the things I forgot, the other half I couldn't pronounce, so it was a wonder I was able to bring you back to life, but...when I saw your tombstone tumbling, I knew something was working right," Amber said.

"Amber, what am I going to do with you?" Richie asked.

"I'm not sure, but I got a pretty good idea," Amber said.

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Methos entered the kitchen and noticed Duncan with a lifeless look in his eyes.

"Did I come at a bad time?" Methos asked.

"I'm not sure, let me ask you a question, do you find it normal for 2 young people who try only to kill each other, to live in the same room, especially around a time when they have raging hormones?" Duncan asked.

"You and Amanda are practically engaged, by this time, you can do just about however you want," Methos said.

"Not me! It's Richie and Amber," Duncan said.

"The young and the restless."

"Yes, Amber thinks it makes perfect sense, Richie thinks she's just suffering from temporay insanity or something or other."

"And what about you?" Methos asked.

"I don't know what to think, and when I do, I just keep thinking of the times Richie came back into town always with a different girl, and you know as well as I do what he had on his mind," Duncan told him.

"Yes, but that was before, before Richie was as old as he is now, before he knows about sex what he does now, before he was beheaded and buried, Duncan MacLeod, you surprise me," Methos said.

"Why? Do I surprise you because I'm actually using a little common sense around here?" Duncan asked.

"No, but because you're acting like a horse's ass," Methos replied, "look, in my opinion, the only way you're going to find out if this will even work at all will be to give it a try, and if it doesn't work, move them back into separate rooms."

"Are you kidding? Even if it were just for practice, there's still no way I'd put them in the same room without putting a brick wall between them," Duncan said.

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"Richie, are you seriously trying to tell me that you don't think we could stay in the same room together?" Amber asked.

"I don't know, nothing personal, I like you and all, but who's to say?" Richie asked, "I mean, we might try to kill each other in the middle of the night and steal each other's clothes for all I know."

"Believe me, I've been through enough of that before that I've lost complete and total interest in it," Amber said, "where're you going?"

"I'm not going to have this conversation with you sober, want a drink?"

"No thanks, after seeing what Duncan did at that party, I'm going clean," Amber said.

"I've never heard of a totally sober Immortal, but...you never know, you could be the first, nothing wrong with that," Richie said.

"Well if you're going to get drunk, I don't see any point IN talking with you," Amber said, "good day!"

Amber stormed out of Richie's room and slammed the door, and headed over to her room.

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"Hey Rich, what's going on?" Duncan asked.

"Amber and me had a fight and she stormed out of here," Richie said.

"I know, she's getting ready to take off again," Duncan said, "you okay?"

"Fine, I just-I gotta go talk to her before she leaves."

Richie went into Amber's room and went in, she was packing her suitcase.

"Getting ready to take off again?" Richie asked.

"Yep," Amber said.

"Should I expect you coming back?" Richie asked.

"I doubt it, I hear Duncan's planning on moving back to Seacouver, wherever in the Sam hill that is," Amber said.

"Washington."

"What?"

"Seacouver's in Washington, that's where we met," Richie said.

"Figures," Amber said.

Amber closed her suitcase and headed for the door.

"Amber, wait a minute," Richie said.

"What is it?" Amber asked.

"I wasn't going to give you this until Christmas, but since I might not see you until after it..."

Richie handed her a thin, tightly packed box, Amber opened it and pulled out a silver framed portrait of her mother.

"How did you get this?" Amber asked.

"Long story...do you like it?" Richie asked.

"Yeah, I lost most of their pictures shortly after they died, thanks Richie, and, I left something for you, it's under your bed corner at the right," Amber told him.

Amber and Richie gazed into each other's eyes for a while, then they decided to move to the kiss and get it over with, then Amber grabbed her suitcase and left.

End of chapter 4