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Author's notes:

This story takes place maybe a few months after the end of Highlander the Raven. I would appreciate any helpful and constructive reviews of this piece of writing. Any and all mistakes, pertaining to the characters, timeline, historical accuracy, etc. are mine. Any that you may find I chalk up to artistic license and/or creating an AU.

A Lesson in Living

Chapter Six

(two weeks later)

Nick and Adam stood at the airport terminal, waiting for Nick's plane to start boarding. He had called Burt within the promised couple of days and agreed to return to Paris. It had been a difficult decision, but Nick wanted to help his friend and he missed Paris.

Nick also decided to be honest with him self. He did not truly blame Amanda for what had happened. It was just the way things had worked out; fate had given him what he needed, not what he had wanted. He also missed Amanda. He missed her charming, manipulative, selfish, loyal, adventurous ways. He missed seeing her on a daily basis at the Sanctuary. He missed some, not all, of her eclectic and wacky ways.

So now he was returning to Paris, leaving Toragor behind him for good. He put most of his more important and sentimental belongings in storage and arranged for his home to be sold through a realtor. Toragor was no longer his home, just a place he had once lived.

"Flight 205 leaving for New York is boarding now," a monotonous voice called over the speaker.

"Well, I guess that's my cue," Nick said. He stuck out his hand to Adam. "I know what a pain in the ass I was, and I want to thank you for everything."

"You're still a pain in the ass, but you are welcome," Methos said.

"So, if you are ever in Paris, stop by," Nick said.

"Sure," he said. "But before you go, you need to know something."

"If this is about you being gay and having a secret crush on me, I really don't want to hear it," Nick said, a weary look in his eye, but using humor to cover it up.

"You wish. Even if I were gay, which I am not, you are not my type," he shot back. "Seriously though. You need to know who I am exactly incase someone would come looking for me and figures you are my weak link."

"Okay. Shoot," Nick said, his arms crossed.

"My name is not Adam really. It is Methos. I am the oldest living Immortal, as far as anyone knows. I am a legend among Immortals and with the Watchers. Only a few know this, Amanda is one of them."

"Okay, so what you are saying is that you want me to keep quiet about who you are? I can do that."

"Thank you. Also, I want you to do something for me. Make up with Amanda. She misses you. She's called me a couple of times to check up on you, to see how you are doing. She's been pretty worried about you and upset. And when Amanda gets upset, she tends to steal my credit cards and go shopping. It is amazing how much she can spend in such a short time."

Nick laughed, knowing that is exactly what Amanda would do. "We'll talk. I don't think it can ever go back to where we used to be, but maybe that will be okay."

"Move on and take it from there. The past is over and done with," Methos agreed and took Nick's hand in a firm handshake.

"Last call for Flight 205."

"Take care of yourself Nick."

"You too Adam. I'll see you around," Nick replied, smiling slightly and left his former teacher to board his flight bound for New York and then on to Paris.

Methos smiled and watched his former student walk through the gate. He did not know if Nick would last long in the Game, but he felt that he had done his best to help give the young Immortal a fair shot at surviving.

He then shrugged and turned away. He had miles to go and plenty of people to see.

The end.

Author's notes:

I want to thank you for reading my story. I want to especially thank those who took the time to drop a review. Thank you especially to Village Mystic for giving me food for thought; thank you to Golden Rat and Honey Bee 1 for their kind encouragement.

This was far from being a great story, and I know that, but I had a good time writing it. It helped give me something to reward myself (if I got all of the things I needed to get done at work I rewarded myself with writing). It was also a great way to relieve stress.

Thanks again to those that left a note of constructive criticism or encouragement.