Disclaimer:I don't own Rose or Methos, they just let me play in their sandbox

Methos ran a hand through his hair, glancing at his watch for what could be the twentieth time in five minutes. He had a lecture on Middle Age culture and he was going to miss it if the subway train didn't get there in three minutes. He looked up in time to see a very familiar blonde female make her way to his platform. She hadn't spotted him yet, but he wasn't going to chance it. He slipped away form the platform and made his way back to the street. He wasn't in the mood to run into Rose Tyler.