Disclaimer: I don't own Highlander, but I'm willing to negotiate.
"This is a bad idea." Sekhmet said into the phone.
"It's just an afternoon." Duncan told her. "What could go wrong?"
"Have you met him?" she demanded. "His ego knows no bounds. I'm not moving to the middle of nowhere just because he can't keep control of his mouth. Duncan, I like my apartment!"
"I will keep him under control." He promised. "Don't worry."
"You better." Sekhmet threatened. "I have less than a month until my wedding, and nothing, I repeat, nothing, is going to interfere with it. Am I understood?"
"You're a little frightening, you know that right?" Duncan asked.
"Yep." She replied brightly. "Have fun."
She hung up the phone and Duncan looked over at his friend who was lying on his couch.
"Did she threaten you?" Methos asked, smirking.
"Explain to me why I hang out with you two again?" Duncan asked.
"Because if you tried to leave, Sekhmet would probably just tie you up until the wedding was over." Methos replied.
"What's sad is I actually believe she might do just that." Duncan sighed.
"She's insanely invested in her wedding plans." Methos agreed. "Just be thankful you don't have to live with her. I think she might actually go through withdrawal when it's all over."
"Come on." Duncan said, hitting Methos foot. "Let's go."
"Sekhmet's going to kill me." Duncan said as he and Methos left the Wheel of History studio. "I can't believe you did that. Sekhmet was right, your ego knows no bounds."
"The guy gave me a ticket." Methos protested. "Besides, it was a selfless act in the interests of historical accuracy."
"Oh, yeah, an oversized ego would have nothing to do with it." Duncan scoffed.
As they passed, several people congratulated Methos.
"I think they love me." He said.
"They'd love a hammerhead shark if he had a nice smile." Duncan told him.
"They've asked me back next week." Methos said. "What do you think?"
"One word." Duncan replied.
"Okay." Methos said, ready to guess.
"Animal, four legs, carries heavy weights." Duncan hinted.
"Donkey." Methos answered immediately.
"No, no, no, no." Duncan said, shaking his head. "Try three letters."
"Three letters." Methos said, pausing as Duncan walked on. "That would be…"
He glared at Duncan before jogging to catch up as the younger man rounded a corner.
"Someone could've recognized you." Duncan told him.
"Nah, don't think so." Methos disagreed. "Besides, I didn't go through to the finals."
"Good thing too." Duncan told him. "Sekhmet've had your head. And it was only because you lost. Tom Jones didn't popularize The Twist."
"So I'm a little weak on pop culture." Methos said.
"Uh-huh." Duncan replied, smirking.
"Well, who the hell is Chubby Checker in the grand scheme of things anyway?" Methos demanded. "I mean, I know how tall Nero was, I know Caesar's favorite food. I know Helen of Troy didn't have that great a face and it only launched a hundred ships not a thousand. I-"
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…" Duncan interrupted.
"Fine." Methos said, annoyed.
They both stopped as they felt the approach of another Immortal.
"There's no way she could've found out this fast." Methos said, looking around. "Right?"
"Right." Duncan agreed warily. "She'd have to be psychic to know this fast."
They looked at each other.
"Maybe it's one of your fan club." Duncan suggested.
"Okay, there's a lonely bank." Methos said. "It's a bit longer, but I prefer the view."
"Yeah, send me a post card." Duncan told him.
"You're not coming?" Methos asked.
"No, I like to know who's around." Duncan replied.
"And if it's Sekhmet?" Methos asked.
"I'll blame it all on you." Duncan replied, grinning.
"Listen." Methos told him. "I may not know who Chubby Checker is, but I know when it's time to disappear."
"Yeah." Duncan scoffed.
"Good luck." He told his friend, moving off.
Duncan moved on, keeping an eye out for the newcomer. He made his way through a gate and found himself in a smoky tunnel. As he watched, a familiar face with a scar running across his right eye appeared in the fog. As he reached for his sword, Duncan remembered the last time he had seen this man.
"Koren?" he called softly.
Duncan was riding with a group of Rangers through South Texas in 1867 on the trail of a dangerous outlaw. The scene before them was horrible, but not unfamiliar on this hunt.
"Looks like Koren and his comancheros left their mark." Duncan said as he got off his horse and the others followed suit. "My guess is we're about two hours behind them."
He knelt down next to the body of a child. The group of wagons had been destroyed and the whole party butchered. Anything of value seemed to be gone, including the horses.
"How many with him?" another man asked.
"I say about six." Duncan said, getting to his feet and walking away. "Plus the horses they stole. They didn't even bother to hide their tracks. They're heading straight for town."
"We're in for a fight." The other man said as Duncan knelt and picked up a doll. "These boys of Koren's think he has some kind of magic. Figure he can't die."
"Yeah, I know." Duncan said, dropping the doll angrily before getting to his feet. "We'll just have to prove them wrong."
"I hate to leave these poor souls like this." The Ranger sighed.
"Let God watch over them." Duncan said, pulling himself up into his saddle. "If we don't stop Koren now, there'll be more bodies to bury."
The group quickly turned and rode off after the killer and his band.
The group rode into Agua Dulee to find it quiet with no sign of trouble. As they waited outside, Duncan reloaded his gun.
"Quite a tracker, MacLeod." The lead Ranger said, walking up to him. "Been in the military?"
"Done my time." Duncan replied, spinning the chamber and locking it in place before replacing it in it's holster.
"They say Melvin Koren's been shot, stabbed, some claim he was even lynched, but I find that hard to credit." The man said. "The comancheros call him El Gato, The Cat. They say he has nine lives."
"No, he's just got one, like everyone else." Duncan replied. "And like everyone else, he can lose it."
Another Ranger ran up to them.
"Other end of town." He reported. "Near the corral."
"I hope you can shoot as well as you can track." The Lead Ranger told Duncan.
They all grabbed their rifles.
"Show no mercy, gentlemen." The Ranger ordered. "Expect none."
They all made their way down the main street as the town citizens ran inside. As they approached, they only saw Koren's men.
"Careful, there's another one." Duncan called as he felt another Immortal's presence.
A man in a long black coat and hat stepped out into the open. He had a long scar across his right eye and Duncan knew he was the Immortal. Melvin Koren.
"Look what we have here." He called. "The famous Texas Rangers. And they brought a friend."
He looked at Duncan and smirked.
"Melvin Koren." The Lead Ranger called. "I'm obliged to place you and these men under arrest for murder."
Koren's men laughed.
"I like it fine right here." He told them. "Saloons, women, whiskey. No, I think we'll stay put."
"Either way, Koren." Duncan said. "On your feet, or on your back, it's all the same."
"I think you came a long way to die." Koren said, preparing to draw his guns.
He hesitated for a moment before reaching for them and both groups devolved into an all out free for all. Within the first minute, two Rangers had gone down. Another went down as, Koren backed into the barn behind him. Once Koren's men were down, Duncan ran in after him. He knelt down, quickly searching for a target. He heard the click of a gun and quickly fired twice, hitting one of Koren's men and killing him. There was a shout from behind him and he turned to see Koren leaping from the loft. Koren hit him as he landed, rolling away and quickly pulling his sword as he got to his feet. Duncan followed suit and quickly deflected Koren's blow. As they continued to exchange blows, Duncan locked his sword with Koren's and forced him into a pillar. Koren grabbed a pot hanging above him and hit Duncan upside the head, stunning him. As Duncan staggered away, Koren grabbed a scythe that was lying nearby.
"I do love the old ways best." He told Duncan as he prepared to swing.
Duncan grabbed his rifle, but before he could fire, three Rangers came in and did it for him. He stared as Koren fell to the ground.
"It's over." The Ranger told him.
Duncan stood in front of an open grave with a broken casket. He strode up to the head cross.
Melvin Koren. Better than he deserved.
"Next time." Duncan said.
He grabbed the cross and threw it to the ground.
"Adios, Highlander." Koren called as he was enveloped in the Mist. "Now you see me, now you don't."
Duncan strode forward and walked through the alley.
"Koren?" he called as he emerged from the other side.
He felt the buzz again and strode forward, only to have a female Immortal step out into the open and swing at his head. He quickly stared at the newcomer.
It was Cassandra.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Trying to kill someone, what does it look like?" she shot back.
She stepped forward, searching.
"He's gone." Duncan told her. "Come on."
He quickly led her away.
Methos opened the door and walked in, quietly closing the door behind him.
"What did you do?"
He calmly walked past Sekhmet, who was sprawled on the couch, reading a book.
"What makes you think I did anything?" he asked.
He dropped down on the couch and pulled her feet up onto his lap.
"Because you were going to a game show and your ego wouldn't allow for you to not compete." She replied, bookmarking her place. "So just tell me if I need to pack."
"I didn't do anything." He insisted.
She sighed and got to her feet.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To go beat the answer out of Duncan." She replied.
She grabbed her coat and walked to the door.
"Are you coming?" she asked.
He sighed and got to her feet.
A/N: Okay, so these are the two episodes I have been really looking forward to. Let me know what you thought.