Disclaimer: I'm just taking them out to play for a little while.

Ch. 1:

Duncan sat in the Dojo, working on the books when he felt another approaching. He looked up to see Methos walk into the office, grab a bottle and cup, and throw himself into the chair, pouring himself a drink.

"Please, help yourself." Duncan told him sarcastically.

"Thanks." Methos replied, taking a sip and leaning back.

"Where's Sekhmet?" Duncan asked. "I don't think I've seen you two out of each other's presence for the last week."

"She's in Europe, tracking down Amanda." Methos said. "She lands tonight, so I figure we have until tomorrow to start watching for social collapse."

"Amanda and Sekhmet." Duncan said. "I think I'm going to need some of that."

Methos got up and grabbed a glass before pouring a drink for the Highlander.

"How do they even know each other?" Duncan asked.

"Apparently Sekhmet knew Rebecca and met Amanda when she was Rebecca's student." Methos said.

"So, if Sekhmet's in Europe, why are you here?" Duncan asked.

"I need your help." Methos told him.

He was quiet and Duncan watched him.

"With anything in particular, or just in general?" he finally asked the older Immortal.

"I want to propose to Sekhmet." Methos said finally.

"Shouldn't you've done that before she went off looking for her maid of honor?" Duncan asked. "Besides, I thought that necklace she wears was your version of an engagement ring, so wouldn't that mean you already proposed?"

"Yeah, 5,000 years ago." Methos said. "But this is the 90's. There's different expectation for engagements now. I want her to have the ring and the party and the wedding and everything."

"Who are you, and what have you done with Methos?" Duncan asked, smiling.

"What do you mean?" Methos demanded.

"Well, I distinctly remember you saying that you could never make the commitment of marrying one of our kind, and now you're sitting in my office asking for my help to do just that." Duncan said, laughing.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Methos said, standing up.

"No, I'm sorry." Duncan told him. "I'll help. What do you need?"

Methos sat back down and sighed.

"I haven't bought an engagement ring in this century." Methos said.

"So, you want my help picking one out?" Duncan asked.

"If you don't mind." Methos said.

"When does Sekhmet get back?" Duncan asked.

"Depends on when she finds Amanda." Methos replied. "She was tracking some thefts in the South of France she thought might be Amanda, so she's starting there."

"Thefts?" Duncan sighed.

"Hey, don't look at me." Methos said. "I just know what Sekhmet told me."

Duncan sighed.

"So, when do you want to go look at rings?" he asked.

"When do you have time?" Methos asked.

Duncan sighed and stood up.

"Come on." He said, grabbing his coat.

Amanda sat on the beach, soaking in the bright sunlight. She closed her eyes and sighed, feeling warmer than she had in months. After a moment, she stiffened as she felt another Immortal approached and sighed. She sat up and looked around and saw a familiar woman dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a black bikini top, with a back ankh around her neck. She had tan skin and long black hair and Amanda grinned when she saw the men on the beach follow the woman with their eyes. Even the ones there with other women.

"Amanda!" Sekhmet called, smiling.

"Gwen!" Amanda replied, waving and standing up.

The other woman reached her and gave her a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?" Amanda asked as they sat down.

"Looking for you, actually." Sekhmet said. "But before we go into that, I need to know how much Rebecca told you about me."

"Not much." Amanda admitted. "I know you're a lot older than you claim and that your name isn't really Gwendolyn. Beyond that, Rebecca was very discreet."

"Well, first things first, my name is really Sekhmet." The other woman told her.

"Sekhmet?" Amanda asked skeptically.

"Yes." Sekhmet replied. "I was born 5,000 years ago in Egypt."

"Well, in that case, I've got a friend you should meet." Amanda told her. "He's around your age. His name's Methos."

"Funny you should mention Methos." Sekhmet said, smiling. "We're getting married."

"WHAT?" Amanda screeched.

"Shh!" Sekhmet told her, laughing. "Calm down. Your Watcher is about 50 feet that direction and I'd rather he didn't know who I was really. I've made a career out of avoiding them, and I'm not going to blow my cover now."

"You're marrying Methos?" Amanda hissed. "When did this happen?"

"5,000 years ago." Sekhmet told her. "He and I were supposed to get married before we died the first time. We grew up together in the Royal Court. He was Pharaoh's General and I was Pharaoh's Assassin. Then, when we died, we both thought the other was mortal. We didn't meet again until about a century ago."

"Wait, a century ago, you went to Holy Ground." Amanda said.

"Yeah." Sekhmet said slowly. "I imagine Rebecca warned you about how…tenuous my hold on sanity is at times? Warned you to be careful around me?"

"She might have said something, yeah." Amanda said slowly.

"Well, there was an…incident when I found Methos again." Sekhmet said. "I went to Holy Ground to recover, with the understanding that we'd meet in Egypt a century later. Well, the time was coming up, so I decided to swing by Duncan's on the way and found Methos on his couch. So now we're getting married and I came looking for you so I could ask you if you'd be my maid of honor."

"Of course!" Amanda said, hugging her excitedly. "Oh my god, we have so much to do! Dresses, food, music, place. Have you guys settled on a date yet?"

"This literally started about two weeks ago." Sekhmet told her. "We haven't decided on anything yet."

"Well, we're in France, so we should look at dresses." Amanda told her. "I've got a thing in about a week, but I'll go back with you for a day or two to get the ball rolling."

She hugged Sekhmet again, grinning.

"This is going to be so much fun!" she said, clapping her hands and jumping to her feet.

Sekhmet laughed and let Amanda pull her to her feet. Amanda gathered up her things and linked her arm with Sekhmet's, leading her off.

A/N: So this will be a story of my own. Let me know what you think.