That night came associated with no rest, Duncan couldn't sleep because he tried thinking about what he had said, the thought of a physchiatrist seeing Methos was bad enough, but the thought of him being in a mental institution was almost impossible to accept. As he passed by the 'guest room', he heard something unfamiliar, he went in and saw what unfortunately, looked like Methos had lost his mind. He was in bed, talking in his sleep, bunched up like he'd been handcuffed behind his back, and screaming like he was fighting someone, Duncan walked over to him and shook him to wake him up.

"What is it?" Methos asked.

"That's what I'd like to know, what happened?" Duncan asked.

"I don't know, I forgot..."

"Forgot what?" Duncan asked.

"I don't know, I can't even remember what I forgot," Methos told him, "if you can believe that."

For some reason, this was relief to Duncan, it almost sounded like Methos was acting like his somewhat normal self again.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked, trying to be hospitable.

"Yes."

"What?"

"Something without caffiene, I don't want to be up all night."

"Fine, I have that."

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Duncan was in the kitchen pouring a drink when something hit him on the head, he turned on the lights and found Richie behind him with the remains of a vase in his hands.

"Mac, what's the big idea of scaring me half to death? What are you trying to do? You wanna give me a heart attack or something?"

"Well the first thing I'd have to see would be if that's even possible, what's the idea of trying to brain me with a vase?" Duncan asked.

Richie saw the remains and threw them behind him, "I thought you were someone else."

"That makes 2 of us," Duncan said.

"Then why didn't you do anything?" Richie asked.

"Because, there are only 2 Immortals in this place I can sense, so I knew it had to be either you or Methos, and I don't think he's in the right state of mind to try and behead someone," Duncan said.

"What're you doing? Trying to get him drunk?" Richie eyed the half-empty bottle of scotch on the counter.

"Very funny."

As Duncan was about to put the top back on the bottle, he heard someone call from nearby, 'Macleod!'

That was his cue, Duncan rushed back to Methos' room to see him appear to be a nervous wreck.

"What is it?" Duncan asked.

"Duncan MacLeod, do you have any idea where I've been for the last 3 weeks?" Methos asked.

"What?" Duncan asked.

"3 weeks ago, this whole bloody thing started!" Methos said, "there were 7 of them, MacLeod."

Duncan couldn't fully understand what Methos had just said, if he was trying to tell him that 7 Immortals had beaten the daylights out of him, then it was possible he HAD gone completely insane.

"What?" Duncan asked, hoping he misunderstood.

"Five Immortals, they found me in Swedan and immediately beat me to a pulp," he said.

"Five?" Duncan asked.

"Them, and 2 mortal flunkies...I don't know...someone had knocked me out, the next thing I knew...the 5 of them were standing over me, hitting me with everything they had, after that...I blacked out...then..."

"Then?" Duncan vexed.

"Then I woke up in the trunk of a BMW heading to Oregon, I don't know how long I was out, I don't know how I got the US, by that time, I couldn't even remember who I was. For the next 100 miles, every 25 miles, the car stopped, someone came around to the trunk, beat me over the head with a tire iron," Methos said.

"Why didn't you try to escape?" Duncan asked.

"There were some kind of restraints in the trunk...I-I don't know what happened after that, all I remember was one of the mortals beat me with a club and then they left me...They thought I was dead...then I just started wandering around the area, and that's when I ran into you..."

"I don't get it, 5 Immortals teamed up with 2 mortals and they didn't even try to behead you?" DUncan asked.

"They didn't know what they were, MacLeod, they were new Immortals, all they knew was that someone wanted me dead and they decided to carry out the deed," Methos said.

"Do you remember what they looked like?" Duncan asked.

"No, I can hardly even remember what I was doing around the time they knocked me out," Methos said.

"I don't believe this," Duncan said.

He was practically in shock, hearing that the oldest known Immortal had been to hell and back at the hands of 5 Immortals.

"There's more," Methos said, "in between the time that I was in the trunk of the car, and the final beating, they put me in an insane asylum."

"A what?" Duncan asked.

"A mental institution MacLeod," Methos said, "I spent almost 2 weeks in there, they thought I was crazy enough when I came in, they thought it was even crazier when I healed, they were going to use electro-shock treatment on me."

"What happened?" Duncan asked.

"Luckily for me, some of their crazy contraptions overheated, starting a fire, that gave me and 20 other prisoners the ability to escape...however, as soon as I was out of sight from that place, one of them threw me into the trunk and locked it and drove out of there," Methos said.

Duncan stayed up most of the night listneing to Methos' story of ambush, amnesia, blood by the gallons, hijack, imprisonment, and escape, it was a long and twisted experience, leaving Methos with just one more thing to say...

"Never again, MacLeod...Never again am I going to find myself at the mercy of the likes of them..."

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Come morning, Methos was out cold in bed, when Richie came in and Methos woke up.

"Uh...Hi Methos...Adam...whoever you are, I just came in to get a few things, when you came here, I was using this place as a guest room and when you got moved into it, I moved some of my things into Mac's room and I left a few things in here," Richie said.

"Who are you?" Methos asked.

Richie figured Methos was still having his memory spills (Duncan didn't get around to telling him he got his memory back) and decided to go along with it.

"Uh...General Ryan, Sergeant, looks like we're going to have a real massacre on the battlefield today," Richie saluted.

"Are you kidding? What year is this?" Methos asked.

"1898 Sergeant, looks like we' in the middle of the Civil War, Sergeant," Richie said.

"I should hope you mean 1995, otherwise I'm in a lot of trouble," Methos said.

"Are you serious?" Richie asked, "You mean you actually know who and where you are?"

"Well, let's see if I can remember, my name is Methos, I'm 5,000 years old, I know Caesar's favorite food, Helen of Troy released a hundred soldiers and not a thousand, and..."

"Blah, blah, blah," Duncan came into the room, "come on Richie, leave Methos alone, the man's entitled to get some rest after being knocked out, beaten over the head with a tire iron and locked in a mental institution for 2 weeks."

Ducnan dragged Richie out of the room by his suspenders to give Methos some peace and quiet. Methos grabbed a pen off the dresser and threw it at the doorway, Duncan popped his head in for a minute, "Yes?"

"Thanks, MacLeod."

"Well, what do you expect? I can't leave you at the hands of Richie, you'd never get any rest with him."

"I'll tell you what, when he started acting like it was the Civil War...that brought back a real heck of a memory for me...imagine this, it's the middle of Spring, and you have the North and South going at each other's throats, blood building up in the ground, soldiers dropping like flies, others, the ones you really want to see get killed, refuse to die...and where do you think I was during all that?" Methos asked.

Duncan decided to humor him and take a wild guess, "North side?"

"No."

"South side?"

"No."

"What were you doing that whole time? Were you on the fence?" Duncan asked.

"No, I was on both sides," Methos said.

"What?" Duncan cracked.

"Yes...picture it, me in a half and half uniform, with both flags, marching east one day, west the next," Methos said.

"I don't believe this," Duncan laughed.

"You think that's bad? One day a heavy wind blew up, both flags are shown to everyone, and they're chasing a 4,903 year old turncoat...Both sides teamed up to hunt me down, fortunately they lost me when I disappeared in the river," Methos said.

By this time, Duncan had completely turned into a hyena, the thought of Methos being on both sides, only to have them start a witch hunt with him as the target, was just hysterical.

"I suppose it appears more humorous to someone who wasn't there," Methos said.

"I WAS in the Civil War, but I don't remember seeing you," Duncan laughed.

"You were probably asleep on the job," Methos told him.

"Please, during the Civil War, I got no sleep," Duncan said, "however..."

"However what?" Methos asked.

"There was one point where someone shot me and...It was about an hour before I came back, I guess by that time, you were already swimming for...wherever it was..."

"Canada."

Duncan howled at that one, "I suppose you were in a dress too, huh?"

"Not a dress," Methos denied, "...evening gown."

Duncan picked up on his laughing, he kept it up until he fell on the floor, at the end of it, he was still laughing, and all he could say was, "I love this man, don't ever change, Methos."

"It's in my contract, I have to around every turn of the century," Methos told him.

Hearing that, Duncan fell back on the floor laughing, then he realized what he pulled Richie out for, "I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone."

"Naaaa, don't bother, these last 3 weeks have been worse than being dead, come on, let's get out of this room, you can introduce me to that kid."

"And then maybe you can introduce us to your fiance," Duncan said.

"She's here?"

"Not now, but she'll be back..."

"Okay, where do I begin?"

"Europe I think..."

"What year?"

"THIS year you old fool!"

"You don't need to yell, I'm not deaf," Methos said.

"Well I better warn you, Richie can get pret-ty loud when he wants to, so you might want to see about picking up some ear plugs."

"Have them."

"Which reminds me, Joe got the number for your fiance out of your address book, and he put it..."

"Have that too."

"And your wallet?"

"Yes."

"Zippo?"

"Right here."

"Is there anything you DON'T have?"

"Yeah, a clue on how to get out of this place. I've seen better places in Calcutta..."

"Well if that's the way it is, I'll be glad to mail you there."

"You and what army?"

"Me, myself, and I."

"That's not much of an army."

"It is when 'their' fists are gripped around your neck."

"So now you're an octopous?"

"Don't get me started."

"I never start a fight this early in the morning...sober that is, do you have a wine rack?"

"Liquor cabinet," Duncan replied.

"That'll do..."

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A few hours later, after getting introduced to Richie, introducing everyone to Marie, this that and the other, it seemed that everything was calmed down and back to normal, well...almost.

Richie went in the kitchen and found Duncan with a magic marker and a half empty bottle of scotch.

"Mac, what're you doing?"

"Drawing a line on my best bottle, I think Methos has been sneaking a few shots."

"Well I think we'll find out, here he comes."

Methos came in the kitchen looking his regular self, up, active, and ready to insult someone.

"Hey Methos, can I offer you a drink?" Duncan asked.

"What?"

"Scotch."

"How old is it?"

"40 years."

"No thanks, I don't like the new stuff," Methos said, "besides, I'm due in London in 9 hours, I better get going."

"Business?"

"No, marriage."

"Oh, congratulations," Duncan said.

"Why London?" Richie asked.

"Seems far enough away, someone leaked to the Watchers I'm still alive, and someone traced me here, so I'm heading to England, and with any luck, they'll think I'm a rotting corpse somewhere...Well, good to see you again Duncan, nice meeting you Kid, now if you'll excuse me, we have a wedding to tend to."

With that, Methos and Marie left, Duncan popped open the bottle of scotch and poured a large drink.

"What's wrong?" Richie asked.

"His company drove me to drink," Duncan said, "Methos is a nice guy, not a bad friend, but you sure don't want to have to live with him."