AN: Sorry it took so long to update, it was a mixture of new plots jumping into my head and the little monkey that lives in my computer starting a fight with Fido the wonder pup on FF.net so that I couldn't get the site to work. But everything is okay now! I think my monkey has a broken arm though, agh well it's his own fault.

Duncan looked at Richie. "What are you talking about?"

"Mac. . ." was all Richie could say.

"Duncan! Are you coming?" Amanda called up the stairs.

"Richie, what did you say?"

"Duncan!" Amanda called again.

"Mac, I don't know," Richie admitted quietly.

"Duncan!"

"No! We're not going!" Duncan called down the stairs. "Jae's fine!" he added looking at the half-naked girl who was still staring into space. "Can you come help her get cleaned up?"

Amanda went out and turned off the car, then went upstairs. She found Duncan standing over Richie, who was crouched in front of a bare chested Jaesin.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Duncan looked at her. "Everything's fine," he said slowly unsure of the words coming out of his mouth. "We just had a little scare is all. Jae, go with Amanda, she'll get you cleaned up." He took the girl by the shoulders and gently guided her around Richie before handing her over to Amanda. Then to Richie he said: "Let's see if we can make any sense out of this."

. . . . . .

Duncan and Richie stared at across the room at each other. Duncan started to say something, but Richie interrupted him.

"I don't know," he said simply.

"You don't know what?"

"Anything. . . Mac, I've never been so confused before."

"You don't know why you think Jae is immortal?"

Richie furrowed his brow. "When did I say that?"

"Just a couple minutes ago. . . upstairs," Duncan answered.

"I don't remember saying that," Richie said shaking his head.

"What do you mean you don't remember?"

"I mean I don't remember! Man! This happened with Methos, too! Why don't I remember?"

"Richie, calm down. We just have to start at the beginning."

Slowly Richie nodded. "Okay."

"What did he say to you?"

"I don't know. He wasn't making much sense. He said I don't understand now, but I will. . . " Richie thought hard trying to recall any of Adam's words. "Something about. . . he made a mistake and I can fix it."

"What mistake did he make?" Duncan asked trying not to disrupt Richie's thinking.

"I don't know, I don't think he said."

"Okay, so what abou- - - "

"Killing," Richie said abruptly. "He started the killing."

"What else?"

Richie rubbed his face. "He asked about Jaes, how you found her. . . he said I had a lot to do with it."

Duncan nodded. "As I remember you were pretty insistent."

"What does that have to do with now?" Richie was becoming more and more angry each minute that he didn't understand. "Mac, I can't remember. How am I supposed to understand if I can't remember?" he exclaimed.

Duncan stared at Richie for a second before speaking. "Since when do you speak Gaelic?" he asked.

"I don't," Richie answered.

"You just did," Duncan contradicted.

"No I didn't. I said. . . I said. . . I don't remember what I said, but I'm pretty sure it was in English."

Duncan shook his head. "You said 'How am I supposed to understand if I can't remember?' But you said it in Gaelic."

"Mac, I don't speak Gaelic!" Richie shouted.

"You just did it again!"

"UGH!" Richie stood up and began pacing and mumbling; a strange mixture of languages, some which hadn't been uttered in millinia, flowed from his mouth. "I have to go," he said abruptly in Mandarin.

"Richie. . ." Duncan started.

"I have to go," Richie repeated, this time in English. "I'll be back later."

"Richie. . ."

"No, I have to think. Distractions are bad right now. I can't think with people watching me."

. . . . . .

Amanda was combing through Jaesin's hair after washing a dressing her before the girl spoke.

"Richie's mad," she said softly.

"Yes, he is," Amanda agreed.

"It's Adam's fault," Jaesin told her somberly.

"It's nobody's fault. It's a misunderstanding," Amanda corrected. "Adam had his reasons."

"Wakarimasin," Jaesin mumbled.

Amanda turned her around. "What did you say?"

"I don't understand."

"That's not what you said."

"Yes, it is."

. . . . . .

Duncan and Amanda sat on either side of Jaesin asking her questions in every language they knew. Duncan asked her something in Japanese and she stared at him blankly, then a couple minutes later Amanda asked her something in Russian and she answered in Japanese. Every now and then she would ramble off something in an unidentifiable language then repeat it in English when asked what she had said. Soon she was carrying on a complete conversation in ancient Egyptian with random bursts of French, Gaelic, Spanish and Italian.

"This is strange," Duncan said in German, unable to keep his languages straight any longer. "Richie was doing this, too. I think Adam's quickening did something to them."

"Them?" Amanda questioned.

"Richie said Adam kept asking about Jaesin. He said she was immortal."

"Adam said that?"

"No, Richie did."

Amanda stared critically at Jaesin who didn't seem to be understanding the conversation. "I never noticed anything."