Disclaimer: If I promise to be good forever, can I have Methos for Christmas? I'll give him back, just let me keep him for like a week. ;)

Ch. 1:

Sekhmet put the key and the door and turned it. Or she tried. She pushed and jiggled, but the lock refused to move.

"Are you planning on opening the door, or should I just plan on sleeping out here?" Methos asked dryly.

"Oh, shut up." She said crossly. "I've just had a 15 hour flight, I'm tired, I want to change, and now the freaking door won't open because the lock hasn't been opened in like 50 years!"

She kicked the door and then hobbled away and sat down on the steps. Methos shook his head and walked up to the door. He reached out and the key turned smoothly in his hand.

Sekhmet glared at him.

"I loosened it." She told him.

"I'm sure." He agreed, holding his hand out to her.

She grabbed it and let him lever her to her feet. She opened the door and led him into her Egyptian home.

They entered a large room with a soaring ceiling and a door between two staircases. Sekhmet walked through the door and into another large room that had a balcony running around it, with doors lining the upstairs. The room was filled with covered furniture and each wall had a door on it. Behind them, there were two more staircases leading upstairs.

"That's the kitchen." She told him, pointing to the door right in front of them. "That's the dining room." She pointed to the left. "And that's the door that leads down the shore. There is a hallway with two bathrooms and then the door at the end leads to the outside. Upstairs, there's three bedrooms, not including the master suite, two bathrooms, an office, and a den."

"When did you start building this?" he asked.

"Well, I built a house here after Cleopatra lost Egypt to Rome." She replied. "Then it was burned to the ground. Then I built another and it was destroyed in a flood. There have been six houses here. This one was built in the late 1700's. Of course, I've had it renovated over the years to keep up with the times. It has modern plumbing, and electricity, even cable and a/c."

"So, how long do we have until the others get here?" Methos asked, walking over and wrapping his arms around her.

"We have two days." She replied, smiling.

"Good." He said, leaning down to kiss her.

She laughed and pulled away.

"Sorry, lover boy, but we've got to get this place cleaned up and ready." She told him. "And I hired some staff, so we need to meet them and get this place suitable for habitation."

"Spoilsport." He complained.

She smiled and walked over to a covered item. She pulled off the sheet and Methos saw that it was a piano. She gently opened the lid and touched the keys softly.

"Bach himself played this piano." She told him. "After I left Germany, I had it shipped here."

She played a few notes and winced.

"Okay, tuning the piano goes on the top of the list." She said, shutting the lid again. "That is not pretty."

Methos laughed and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Come on." She said, taking his hand. "I'll show you the rest and, if you're very good, I'll show you the bedroom."

He grinned and swept her up in his arms, carrying her quickly up the stairs as she laughed.


Methos watched Sekhmet where she was standing at the window from where he lay on the bed. The sun was setting and she was leaning against the window frame, dressed only in his shirt, with her arms wrapped around herself as she stared out at the Nile.

"You look beautiful." He told her.

She turned and smiled at him brightly before coming back and crawling into the bed next to him.

"We didn't get anything done today." She complained, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I thought we got plenty done today." He protested, tickling her lightly.

She laughed and swatted his hand away.

"You know what I mean." She said. "I had plans about how we were going to clean and get everything ready for the other's arrival."

"We can do that tomorrow." He told her. "Tonight, after 5,000 years, we're home and we're together. Something I didn't think was even possible has occurred. Can't we just enjoy that? And speaking of enjoying, this room seems vaguely familiar."

He looked around the room, which had a distinctly ancient look to it, from the furniture to the detailed paintings on the walls.

"Yeah." Sekhmet agreed, also looking around the world. "After I built this, I had everything made to match the room Pharaoh had given us. It made me feel better that I could have this one small thing of you. This room was everything we had had before us and everything we lost. But by saving the room, I could save a piece of you." She looked up at him and gently kissed his neck. "I never thought I'd see you in this bed again."

Methos leaned down and kissed her deeply.

"I love you." He told her. "And we're home. This is perfection."

He kissed her again and wrapped her in his arms, but they both stiffened when they felt the approach of another Immortal. Sekhmet quickly reached over and grabbed a dagger from the side table before getting up and walking to the window.

"I don't see anything." She told him, glancing back to him.

"Could they be in the house?" he asked softly.

"This place has a state of the art security system." She told him. "If he was inside, we'd know. I designed it myself with Amanda in mind."

"Good idea." He agreed.

They waited a few minutes longer before moving.

"Maybe it was just another Immortal checking out what was going on here." Sekhmet suggested.

"Why would they?" Methos asked.

"Remember the thing Joe told us about, Sekhmet's line?" she asked.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Well, I've kind of always put it out there, that if you could kill a member of the line, you got to keep the house." She told him. "Like a spoil of war. I'm sure there are other people out there who know this house is owned by an Immortal."

"You and your covers." Methos said, shaking his head.

"What?" she demanded. "I wasn't about to give up my house just because I had fake my death."

"If there's an Immortal sniffing around for your head, maybe we should just move this whole shindig back to Seacouver." Methos suggested.

"No." Sekhmet protested. "We are having dinner, with our friends, who are already on their way, and we are going to have a normal evening, just to prove that we can. And if this Immortal, whoever he or she is, tries to mess with that, I will take their head. That goes for you too. I'm not letting anything mess this up."

She sat down with a huff and Methos moved to sit behind her.

"Okay." He said, chuckling slightly as he wrapped his arms around her. "We make sure that your 'normal dinner' goes off without a hitch. Now…" He kissed the side of her neck. "It's been 5,000 years since we were in Egypt together. Let's ignore rogue Immortals, and coming friends. I say we make up for lost time tonight, and worry about the rest of it in the morning."

She smiled and kissed him before pushing him back onto the bed.


Methos started and almost fell out of bed. He looked around, trying to figure out what had awoken him, when he realized a: he was alone in the room, Sekhmet was nowhere to be seen, and b: somebody was playing a god awful high note on a piano, over and over again, adjusting the pitch every so often.

He grabbed a pair of pants and stumbled out of the room. He walked to the balcony railing and looked over to see a man sitting at the piano with a tuner and a wrench, twisting the string periodically. He stumbled to the stairs and down them, before making his way past the man and into the kitchen. There he found two women he didn't know, cleaning.

"Good morning, sir." One of the women said. "Would you like some coffee?"

"Um, no." he said, still confused as to what was going on. "Uh, can you tell me where Eve is?"

"Miss Myles is on the deck." The other woman said, pointing to the door leading to the outside.

"Um…thanks." Methos said, walking outside.

There, he found Sekhmet curled up in a chair, watching the river.

"Good morning." She said, smiling brightly as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Mind telling me what's going on?" he demanded.

"Well, since we got…distracted yesterday, I was forced to get a jumpstart on today." She told him. "Oh, sorry, did the piano tuning wake you up?"

"Did the…?" he sputtered. "Sekhmet, the guy is playing a badly tuned high A over and over again! You couldn't have given me a little warning? And then I come downstairs and find two strange women in the kitchen! Next I'll find a pool boy running around!"

"Don't be silly." Sekhmet told him. "There's no pool. But I should warn you that there's a chef on his way and an electrician coming later."

Methos sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Sekhmet smiled sheepishly and got to her feet.

"I'm sorry for not warning you about the people." She told him, resting her hands on his chest and tilting her head to the side. "Do you forgive me?"

She pouted softly and he glared at her.

"That is not going to work." He told her strictly.

"Really?" she asked, her voice full of surprise. She reached up and kissed his cheek softly. "Cause I think it might."

He growled at her and grabbed her around the waist. Suddenly, they both felt another and turned to locate the Immortal.

"Our friend from last night?" Methos asked quietly, his eyes searching.

"How am I supposed to know?" Sekhmet asked crossly. "All I know is they keep interrupting. It's getting kind of annoying."

After a few more minutes of futile searching, Methos took Sekhmet's hand.

"Come on." He said, pulling her inside.

She let him lead her away from the threat without protest.

A/N: Let me know what you think! I crave attention! What can I say, I'd do next to anything for a review.

Abbey