Disclaimer:I don't own Rose or Methos, they just let me play in their sandbox
"Does it hurt?"
Methos looked over at the girl who had come to him.
"I beg your pardon."
She turned and gave him a piercing stare.
"Does it hurt? The places, the lives, touched and untouched?"
He gave her an incredulous stare. She just gazing at him calmly, waiting for his answer. He sighed.
"Yes, at night, when it's silent and dark."
She nodded and looked away. It was his turn to glare.
"And why do you want to know? Who the hell are you anyway?"
She returned his gaze, her once honey brown eyes a swirling gold.