Disclaimer: If I owned Highlander, would I be writing fanfiction? No? Then shut up.

Ch. 1:

Methos and Kronos rode through a dense forest, somewhere in the Ukraine.

"I've been spending too much time in cities." Methos said cheerfully.

"Two days on an aeroplane, and another two on horse." Kronos said in decidedly worse humors. "I hope you're not wasting my time."

"I thought you enjoyed my company." Methos said.

"Even for you, Methos, my patience has limits." Kronos replied.

"Ah!" Methos said. "This is the place. I'm telling you, Kronos, he's here. Would I lie to you?"

"Have you ever done anything else?" Kronos shot back. "This is what I've dreamt of every night for the last 2,000 years. The four of us reunited."

"Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'Dream Team'." Methos said dryly.

"Ah, it'll be like the old days!" Kronos said, his spirits seeming to rise. "Better! Whatever we want, we have."

"Or else, we take." Methos added.

"That's the spirit." Kronos said, missing Methos' sarcasm.

They both stopped as they heard the sound of an axe in the distance.

"It's Silas." Kronos said.

"It's been over a thousand years." Methos warned. "He may not remember us."

"He'll remember." Kronos said confidently. "What we were you don't forget."

"And if he doesn't want to come with us?" Methos asked.

"He'll come." Kronos assured him.

He rode off and Methos followed. As they approached, they stopped and got off their horses, leading them the last little bit. Silas felt them approach and stopped his chopping to turn and look at them. Methos and Kronos didn't say anything as they moved around a tree. Suddenly, Silas threw his axe at them and it embedded itself in the tree between them. None of them moved.

Finally, Silas began to laugh.

"I guess he remembers." Kronos said, smirking.

"Brothers!" Silas called.

Methos led his horse forward, chuckling slightly and Silas grabbed him in a tight hug, lifting him off the ground.

"Good to see you, too, Silas." Methos told him as he set him back down.

"We ride?" Silas asked.

"We ride." Methos answered.

"Come." Kronos told them. "We have much to do.


Cassandra, Duncan, and Joe were trying to find Silas and Caspian in the Watcher database, while Sekhmet poured herself a fourth glass of Joe's most expensive liquor.

"It's like Methos is still here." Joe said dryly as he watched her. "I don't suppose you're planning on paying for it either."

"I just lost three month of hard work on a wedding I'm probably not going to get now." She told him. "I'm drowning my sorrows. It's either this or I go out and beat the crap out of random people. Consider this your contribution to the continued safety of mankind."

She raised her glass in mock salute before downing the whole thing and pouring another.

"Well can you stop getting smashed long enough to help?" Duncan asked.

"You really think the other Horsemen are still alive?" Joe asked skeptically.

"Well, Methos and Kronos are." Duncan said. "As is Sekhmet. Under different names, different lives."

"This is pointless." Cassandra said. "We're just wasting time."

"I told you that an hour ago." Sekhmet said. "But no, we had to come check. Never mind that if we had left when I wanted to, the trail would still have been fresh, but now, they've most certainly left the Ukraine, and I have no idea where Caspian is!"

She poured another drink and Duncan snatched it away. She retaliated by throwing a dagger at him, which he quickly grabbed out of the air before it hit him in the chest.

"Well, excuse me if I don't trust the word of a self admitted mass murderer." Cassandra sneered.

Sekhmet leapt out of her seat, but Duncan pushed her back down and held her there.

"Do not make me disarm you." He threatened.

"Give me back my drink." She shot back.

"Promise to play nice?" he asked.

She glared at Cassandra but settled back into her chair.

"Happy?" she demanded.

"Ecstatic." He replied, handing the glass back to her.

"We may as well go find Kronos." Cassandra said.

"Oh, yeah?" Duncan asked. "And starting where? If they're alive, that's where he'll be going."

"Alright." Joe said. "I've narrowed the search down to white, male Immortals who we don't have a first death information on."

"Question." Sekhmet said, raising her hand. "If you don't have first death information on them, how do you know they died?"

"Okay, that's enough alcohol for you." Joe said, reaching over and taking the bottle.

Sekhmet sighed, but didn't protest.

"How come I take your glass, I get a dagger to the head, but Joe takes the bottle, and you don't even threaten him?" Duncan demanded.

"He won't get better." She answered, shrugging.

"Can we focus?" Cassandra asked.

"Sure." Sekhmet said brightly. "As soon as there's just one of you, I'll be happy to focus."

"Anyway, that pulled up a lot of files." Joe said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well, try narrowing it down by first name." Duncan suggested. "Look for something similar to what they were using back then. Silas and Caspian."

"You're reaching." Joe told him.

"Look, just do it, alright?" Duncan shot back. "It's worth a shot."

"See, I think that's my problem." Sekhmet said. "There's nothing similar to Sekhmet. I mean, what am I going to use? Bekhmet? Dekhmet?"

She snorted, obviously amused.

"Maybe we shouldn't have let her drink." Duncan said.

"You think?" Joe replied as Sekhmet tumbled off her chair.

Duncan sighed and put her back on the chair.

"Get off me." She said, pushing him away.

Her eyes filled with tears and she angrily rubbed her eyes.

"Just find Caspian, damn it." She growled at him. "Then we can get this over with. You and your girlfriend can kill Kronos and Methos and Silas and Caspian and I'll go find a nice quiet place to lock myself up in and hope that, given enough time, Immortals can die of natural causes. It's either that or I build myself a guillotine. I wonder what that would take?"

She switched to Egyptian and continued muttering to herself as Joe and Duncan exchanged a look.

Joe sighed and entered the parameters of the search as Cassandra looked over his shoulder and Duncan kneeled in front of Sekhmet.

"I need you to focus." He told her softly. "I swore to you that I wouldn't hurt him if I didn't have to, and I will keep my word, but I need you to be strong. You have to help us find him."

"I can lose him." She whispered, tears falling down her cheeks. "Not again. I won't survive it."

She hesitated for a moment before taking his hands and holding them tightly.

"I need you to make me another promise." She told him. "I need you to promise, that if he dies, you won't make me live without him."

"Sekhmet." He said, horror in his voice.

"I need you to do this." She told him. "This isn't the alcohol talking, this is me. Methos and I agreed that if ever came down to it, we thought you were the best one of us to win the game. If you have to take his head, take mine too. Please. Don't make me grieve him for another 5,000 years."

Duncan hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. Sekhmet breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." She said softly.

She squeezed his hands before letting go and laying her head on the desk.

As they talked, Cassandra and Joe continued to look at Immortals.

"Cassius Palonius." Joe scoffed.

"I know him." Sekhmet said, her voice muffled by the desk. "A jackass, but not a horseman."

The others chuckled slightly and Joe moved on.

"Evan Caspari." He read.

"That's him." Cassandra said, looking at the photo. "That's Caspian."

"Score one for the Watchers." Sekhmet said in surprise, raising her head to look at them. "I don't suppose you can delete me from that damn thing?"

"No." Joe replied.

"Didn't think so." She said, putting her head back down.

Joe pulled up more information as Duncan moved to stand behind him.

"He's in Romania." He told them. "It's outside Bucharest. He's in an asylum for the criminally insane."

"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy." Sekhmet said, standing up. "I suppose I should go get sober for this."

She grabbed her jacket and the dagger Duncan had confiscated before walking out of the room. Cassandra moved to grab her jacket and they heard a thud outside. She went to the door and looked outside.

"She stabbed herself through the heart." She said, shocked.

Duncan sighed.

"Get her up." He told Cassandra. "She'll be back in a minute."

"That's her method of detox?" Joe demanded as Cassandra moved outside. "You need to watch out for her. She's not handling this well."

"Think of what it'll be like if Methos dies." Duncan replied darkly.

Joe shook his head.

"Look after yourselves, my friend." He told the Immortal.

Duncan nodded and followed the women out.

A second later, Sekhmet came back in, rubbing her chest where there was now a hole in her shirt. She reached over the desk and grabbed the bottle of booze and kissed Joe on the cheek.

"For when I want to get drunk again." She told him. "Take care of yourself."

She turned and strode back out of the room.


"This is a highly irregular request." Dr. Cernavoda told the Immortals. "It would take weeks, perhaps months."

"Well, we'd like him now." Methos told him.

"We have procedures, gentlemen." Cernavoda said. "Patience is a virtue. I'm afraid my hands are tied."

"Then, uh, perhaps this could help you to untie them." Kronos said, tossing an envelope on to the desk in front of the doctor. "$25,000, U.S."

Cernavoda slowly opened the envelope and counted the money as Kronos leaned on the wall behind him.

"Now it seems to me, Doctor, that you have another procedural decision to make." Kronos continued. "Forget your impeccable paperwork, hmm? I give you $25,000, you give me Caspari, or you keep Caspari, and lose…everything."

Cernavoda raised his eyebrows and slipped the envelope into his coat pocket.

"This way gentlemen." He said, leading them out.


"What are you going to do with Caspari?" Cernavoda asked as he led them through the corridors of screaming patients.

"Rehabilitate him." Kronos replied.

Cernavoda laughed.

"You serious?" he asked. "You can't be serious."

"Why, what did he do?" Methos asked.

"Nobody knows how many people he killed." Cernavoda told him. "They found parts in his basement, his garden, in his freezer."

"Why wasn't he executed?" Silas asked.

"Oh, in a less progressive age, he would've been." Cernavoda told them. "But today we are more humane."

They continued to walk down another corridor and a patient came towards them. As he reached them, though, he cowered away from Kronos in fear.

"He's here." He cried. "The dark man is here! It's you!"

"Pay no attention." Cernavoda said. "He's harmless. He's been saying that for 30 years."

"One day he may be right." Kronos said.

"And one day Romania will be a superpower." Cernavoda replied, chuckling.

Cernavoda led them away and as they passed, Silas gently patted the man on his head

"I don't know what you want him for, but believe me, this one is better off dead." Cernavoda told them, leading them down a set of stairs.

The three Immortals tensed as they approached Caspian in his cell and felt his presence.

"Very humane." Methos muttered, looking at the conditions.

"Open the door." Kronos ordered.

Cernavoda did as he said, and Kronos stepped inside and Caspian got to his feet, shouting in happiness.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to consider another candidate?" Cernavoda asked.

"Unchain him." Kronos ordered.

"I think that we should call security." Cernavoda said, moving to the door, but Silas blocked his way.

Kronos cut Caspian's chains with his sword and Caspian fell on the doctor. The other three simply watched as Caspian choked the life out of him. Finally, Methos moved away, past Kronos. He looked at them in disgust as the doctor died and started to take a step forward.

"Stop!" Caspian called.

Methos froze and Caspian reached over and pulled a roach out from under Methos' foot.

"They are better alive." He told him.

"Bon appetite." Methos said sarcastically.

"Come Caspian." Kronos said. "I have bigger game for you outside."

They all walked out, leaving Methos as the last to leave. As he did, he dropped a book of matches onto the ground.

A/N: Let me know what you guys think.

Abbey