Disclaimer: I don't own Queen of Swords or Highlander, but I would be willing to enter negotiations for Peter Wingfield. And I don't want to hear any of this crap about him being too old for me. It's not my fault I was born too late!

A/N: This was originally in the Queen of Swords Archive, but since the sequels will be all Highlander, I decided to move it. For sake of convenience, Methos will be called Robert and Sekhmet will be called Cassandra. In the sequels, they will be called Methos and Sekhmet.

Ch. 1:

"Doctor Helm!" Tessa called.

Robert turned and saw The Dõna and Marta standing nearby inspecting the latest supplies to arrive by ship.

"Good morning, Senorita, Senora." He said, walking over to them. "How are you this morning?"

"Very well, Doctor." Tessa replied, smiling. "And yourself? It's been days since we've seen you!"

"Yes, well, my practice has been very busy recently." He told her.

"Yes, the Queen of Swords has been active lately." Tessa agreed somberly. "I wish Montoya would do something about her!"

She waited for Robert to reply, but he didn't seem to be listening.

"Doctor?" she asked, worried. "Are you alright?"

Robert spun around and stared at a figure who was approaching on horse. The person pulled the horse to a stop and jumped off before continuing towards him.

"I'm not in the game." He told the person softly when they got closer. "You have nothing to fear from me."

The person froze when she heard his voice, her face still hidden by the shadow of her hat.

"Methos?" a female voice whispered. It had a slight British tinge to it and something else that Tessa couldn't identify.

She took off her hat and Robert stared at her. She was very tan with dark hair pulled into a bun and bright green eyes.

"Sekhmet?" Robert whispered, staring at her in disbelief.

"You're dead." The woman, Sekhmet, told him. "I watched them run you through. How can you be alive?"

Robert ignored her question and reached forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a tight hug. Tessa could see that the woman was shaking in his arms.

"Come." He said, pulling her towards his office.

The woman went with him, unresisting, as Tessa and Marta watched, confused.

"Well, what was that about?" Tessa murmured softly to Marta.

The Gypsy woman simply shrugged.

Robert quickly pulled the woman inside and shut and locked the door behind them. Then, without a word, he pushed her against the door and kissed her. He didn't stop his assault on her mouth until they were both out of breath.

"You were dead." She whispered, abandoning Spanish for an older language, one that was second nature to both of them. "I watched you die."

He leaned his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath.

"I could say the same about you." He replied in the same language. "I don't remember much from that long ago, but I remember we were fighting."

"Against a neighboring kingdom." She supplied. "The Pharaoh had sent us out. His best general and his best assassin."

"Right." He sighed, some of it coming back to him. "I don't remember dying, but I remember waking up on the battle field and knowing I needed to find you. I didn't have to look hard. I found your body just a little ways away. When I saw what they had done to you…I couldn't take it. I ran. And I didn't stop running for a very long time."

"Which explains why when I woke up, I couldn't find your body." She said. "I thought they had taken it, but I can't remember why."

"They used to take the bodies of their fallen enemies as trophies." Robert supplied. "I remember that. I'm so sorry, Sekhmet. If I had known…"

"You wouldn't have left." She interrupted. "I know that. And it's Cassandra now. Cassandra Amelia Scott. Sekhmet stopped being practical centuries ago. So, for now, I'm Cassandra, daughter of an aristocratic English father and an Egyptian mother. What about you?"

"Robert Helm." He replied. "Doctor of this pueblo."

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Robert Helm." She said, smiling as she pulled in further inside.

"And you, Cassandra Scott." He replied, wrapping his arms around her again.

As he leaned down to kiss her again, there was a knock at the door.

"Doctor Helm!" a man called. "Come quick! There's been an accident at the Hidalgo Hacienda!"

Robert growled, making Cassandra laugh.

"Methos, we've waited 5,000 years." She told him, pushing him to the door. "Go tend to your patients, Robert."

He growled at her and kissed her again.

"Methos, go!" she said, laughing as she pushed him away and switched back to Spanish. "We must keep up pretenses, no?"

Robert sighed and pushed his hands through his hair before leaning down and giving her a peck and heading to the door. He grabbed his bag and walked through the door as she followed him to lean on the frame. She smiled and wrapped her arms around her middle, watching as he swung into his saddle.

"You used to stand like that when you were watching the Nile." He said, grinning down at her.

"I think I've finally found something better to watch." She told him.

"I'll be back soon." He told her.

"I'll be here." She replied.

Robert took her hand and gently kissed it before kicking his horse into a gallop. Cassandra sighed as she watched him ride away. When she could no longer see or feel him, she looked around and saw men arriving with her luggage.

"Over here, boys!" she called in English.

The men saw her and brought the trunk to Robert's office.

"Just put them in the very back." She told them.

They did as she said and were on their way. After they were gone, she glanced down at her riding pants and shirt and briefly thought about changing, but it seemed too much trouble.

God I miss the days before corsets. She thought, smiling.

Feeling eyes on her, she looked around and saw the two women Methos-Robert she chided herself- had been talking to discreetly watching her. She smiled and made her way over to them.

"Hola." She said in Spanish. "We weren't properly introduced earlier. I was just so shocked to see Robert. I'm Cassandra Scott. I arrived on the ship today."

"Welcome to Santa Helena, Senorita Scott." Tess replied graciously, hiding the jealousy she had felt when Robert had greeted the woman behind her Dõna Alvarado mask. "I am Dõna Maria Teresa Alvarado, and this is my duenna, Marta."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Cassandra told her, smiling. "But please, call me Cassie."

"Then you must call me Tessa." The other woman replied, liking the strange woman despite herself.

"Tessa it is, then." Cassie replied.

"And who is this new flower who has graced our fair town?" a voice asked.

"Good morning, Colonel Montoya." Tessa said.

Cassandra turned around to find the Military Commander behind her.

"Good morning, Senorita Alvarado, Marta." He said before turning to Cassandra. "Good morning…?"

"Lady Cassandra Amelia Scott." Cassie supplied, dipping a proper curtsy despite her ridding pants. "I just arrived from England this morning."

"Colonel Luis Montoya." The colonel replied. "England, you say? You should meet our dear doctor."

"Oh, I have." Cassie said, smiling. "I've known him my whole life. It was such a surprise to find him here!"

Tessa recognized the voice Cassie was using as the same one she used as the Dõna.

"Does this mean you'll be staying with us for a while?" the Colonel asked.

"Well, I had only planed on passing through, but I think I might stay for a while, yes." Cassie said.

"Well, we must have a fiesta to celebrate." The Colonel said. "Tomorrow night at my hacienda."

"Oh, please, no." Cassie protested. "I'm not big on parties, especially when they're in my honor."

"Nonsense." Montoya said. "I will send out the invitations tonight. It's not every day an English noblewoman joins our ranks. Good day, senoritas, senora."

Before Cassie could protest anymore, he walked off, leaving her alone with Tessa and Marta.

"I-uh-oh forget it." Cassie sighed. "Robert's going to be unhappy. Unless he's had a complete attitude adjustment, he hates parties more than me."

"Oh no, he definitely hates parties." Tessa confirmed with a grin.

"Great." Cassie sighed. "I don't suppose you know a woman who could help me get dressed. I doubt Robert is any good at it."

Tessa laughed out loud.

"Why don't you come to my hacienda for lunch tomorrow?" she suggested. "Marta can help us both get ready."

"Oh, she can, can she?" Marta said.

"Of course she would." Tessa replied.

"Of course she would." Marta relented.

"I would greatly appreciate that." Cassie said. "Thank you so much. Out of curiosity, why are you being so nice?"

"Any friend of Dr. Helm's is a friend of mine." Tessa told her. "So, tomorrow, at noon, yes?"

"I'll be there." Cassie assured her.

"Good." Tessa replied. "Marta, let's go home. See you tomorrow, Cassie."

Cassie smiled as the woman and her maid walked off and headed back to Robert's office. She spent the next few hours looking around Robert's office and room until finally she found his diary.

"So predictable, Methos." She said, sitting down on the bed.

She grinned and starting reading.

"You always did have a problem with privacy."

Robert reached down and grabbed his diary away from her.

"Hey, I was reading that!" Cassandra protested, trying to grab it away from him.

"Um, no." He said, setting down on the table before sitting down on the bed next to her so he was facing her.

Cassandra took his face between her hands and kissed him gently.

"I still can't believe I found you alive." She said, sighing. "So many years, I've mourned your lost. To find you here…alive…it's more than I ever dared to dream."

Robert sighed and took her hands from his face, holding them tightly.

"Sekhmet, there's so much I need to tell you." He said, looking down. "So many things I've done. Horrible things."

Cassandra took one of her hands from his and lifted his face to look at her.

"So have I." she told him.

"There's no way your sins can compare to mine." Robert said, standing up and pacing.

"Sit down, Methos." Cassandra ordered.

He stared at her for a second before doing as she said.

"You're going to shut up and listen, do you understand?" she demanded.

"Are you actually more bossy now?" he asked.

"Shut up and listen." She ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied meekly.

Cassandra sighed and took his hands in hers again.

And she began her story.

A/N: Okay, so I accept that this story is more for me than anyone else, but if you are out there reading this, please let me know.