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Methos, Sekhmet, Silas, and Kronos sat around the table in their chairs. Sekhmet was sitting sideways in Caspian's seat, swinging her feet back and forth as she stared up at the ceiling, humming, and the men talked.
"Even with our sister's joining, Caspian is a loss we will miss and should be avenged." Kronos was saying.
"I'll go back out." Silas said, reaching for his axe.
"MacLeod is on his way." Sekhmet said suddenly, not looking at them. "He won't have taken Cassandra's capture well. He just a tad bit high strung."
"I know he's on his way." Kronos said. "What do you think we should do?"
"Silas and I will take care of Cassandra." Sekhmet said, finally turning her head to look at him and smiling. "You and Methos go take care of the bad man."
Kronos returned the smile.
"Kill her if he gets close." He ordered.
"Yay." She replied happily.
She swung her legs around and quickly stood up in one swift motion. She grabbed her sword off the table and its scabbard off the back of the chair.
"Let's go, big brother." She said as she slid the sword into the scabbard.
Silas grinned and grabbed his axe, following her. Methos and Kronos watched them leave and Kronos turned to Methos.
"She is truly demented." He said, chuckling.
"I'm starting to see that." Methos replied, staring after his fiancée worriedly.
He shook himself and followed Kronos to the stairs to the top level. As they reached them, they felt the approach of another Immortal. They looked up to see Duncan blocking the top of the stairwell. Kronos glanced at Methos, but began climbing anyway, and Methos followed.
"The Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse." Duncan said. "Doesn't exactly have the same ring now, does it, Kronos? What are you going to do now?"
"Don't worry, it's four again." Kronos told him. "Granted one of us is a woman, so the name isn't perfect, but you won't be around long enough to worry about that."
"A woman?" Duncan asked, confused, as he drew his sword. "Sekhmet."
"You should've known she'd choose me, MacLeod." Methos called.
"Then that's her loss." Duncan replied.
"Think of Cassandra." Kronos warned him as he started forward. "Lay down your sword and she lives. Fight and win. Or lose and she dies."
"Come on, MacLeod." Kronos said. "Your life for hers, what'd you say? I'll even let Sekhmet have her if it'll make you feel better."
Duncan glanced at Methos before tightening his jaw and looking back at Kronos.
"I think she'd rather be dead." He replied, raising his sword and starting forward.
"Your call." Kronos shouted, backing up.
Duncan stopped and looked at Methos again.
"You set me up." He accused. "You and Sekhmet."
Methos didn't reply.
"Tell Silas to finish her." Kronos ordered. "Better yet, tell Sekhmet. She'll enjoy that. And let Cassandra know it was MacLeod's decision."
Methos started down the stairs, but Duncan stopped him.
"Methos, don't do this!" he called.
"Like you said," Methos replied, looking up at him. "I go with the winner."
He turned and ran off, leaving Kronos. The other two men made their way down the stairs and the fight began.
Methos, with his sword in his hand, came up to Silas and Sekhmet.
"Duncan's here." She said simply.
"Yes." He replied. "Kronos wants you to do it."
She nodded. Silas moved to the door of the cage, but Sekhmet stepped in front of it. He looked at her, confused, and then Methos.
"Little sister?" he asked.
"Sorry, Silas." She said sadly.
Methos pointed his sword at Silas.
"I don't understand, brother." He told Methos.
"I'm not your brother." Methos replied.
"How can you do this?" Silas asked, astonished. "How can you go against what you are?"
"You don't know anything about me!" Methos shot back angrily.
Methos attacked, forcing Silas away from the cage.
"You couldn't get me the keys first?" Sekhmet yelled after them.
She looked at the locked cage and sighed. She knelt next to door, looking at the lock.
"What are you doing?" Cassandra demanded.
"What does it look like?" Sekhmet shot back. "I'm breaking you out. That is, once I figure out how to get the damn door open."
"You have a sword." Cassandra pointed out. "Cut the lock off."
"This is my wedding gift." Sekhmet said, incensed, as she stood up. "I'm not going to scratch it up cutting open a lock!"
Cassandra stared at her and she reached into the front of her shirt, pulling out a small leather pouch that she opened to reveal lock picks.
"You're going to pick the lock?" Cassandra said skeptically as Sekhmet keeled in front of the door again. "You?"
"Who do you think taught Amanda how to be a better thief?" Sekhmet said, smirking.
She looked up and saw the confusion in Cassandra's face.
"Never mind." Sekhmet muttered.
She returned her focus to the lock. A few seconds later, it popped open.
"Eat your heart out, Amanda." She said happily.
She quickly stood and let Cassandra out and they both ran towards the ongoing battle.
Duncan pushed Kronos through his lab and he ducked behind a pillar.
"Not bad." Kronos told him. "But not good enough."
"There's more." Duncan replied.
"I'm sure there is, knowing you just killed your woman." Kronos said. "Maybe you'll meet again in the afterlife."
Duncan found him and the fight renewed in earnest.
Methos and Silas fought across the base, pushing them further and further away from Sekhmet and Cassandra and closer to Duncan and Kronos.
Kronos pushed Duncan out onto a platform over the submarine bay. Kronos slashed Duncan across the chest and Duncan staggered before attacking again. He managed to knock Kronos to the ground and pushed even harder. As they struggled, Methos and Silas burst onto the lower platform. Silas pushed Methos down a ramp and he dropped his sword as he tripped.
"Methos." Kronos said bitterly as Methos went for his sword.
Both Methos and Silas stopped to look up at him. For a moment, all four combatants just stared at each other. Finally, Methos moved and the fights began again.
"You still don't understand, do you, MacLeod?" Kronos said, getting to his feet. "I AM THE END OF TIME!"
"You're history." Duncan replied, grinning ferally.
The fights continued until, finally, Duncan got his sword to Kronos' throat. Behind them, Silas made a wild swing at Methos, falling to his knees behind him. Duncan quickly gave the final blow as Methos did the same, not even looking as he swung behind him. Duncan looked down at him as Methos completed the swing and the Quickenings began.
As the lightning flashed, Sekhmet and Cassandra ran into the bay.
"Methos." Sekhmet whispered, running to railing and grabbing it tightly, forcing herself to stay where she was.
Cassandra watched as Sekhmet began to whisper in Egyptian, obviously some kind of prayer.
In front of them, the Quickening got more violent, including wind and lightning and fireballs. Finally, an energy spiral manifested out of Duncan and connected to Methos, connecting the two Immortals. Finally the energy disconnected from Duncan and disappeared into Methos as the Quickening ended and they both dropped to their knees. As Methos' shoulders began to heave, Sekhmet took off, running to his side. As she reached him, she dropped to her knees next to him, reaching out to him.
She didn't notice Cassandra following her.
"I killed Silas!" he cried. "I liked Silas!"
Sekhmet pulled him to her, holding him tightly as he shook.
"Now I'm supposed to forgive you?" Cassandra shrieked, raising Silas' axe.
"No!" Sekhmet yelled, pushing Methos down so she was covering him.
"Cassandra!" Duncan yelled at the same moment.
The woman stared at him in disbelief.
"You want him to live?" she demanded.
"Yes." Duncan replied as he sat down on the stairs heavily. "I want him to live. I want them both to live."
Cassandra ignored him, raising the axe again.
"Cassandra!" he shouted. "I WANT THEM TO LIVE!"
Cassandra stopped, staring at him in fury. Below her, Methos wrapped his arms around Sekhmet, his sobs audible as he buried his face in her abdomen. Sekhmet turned to look at Cassandra, tears running down her own face.
"Please." She whispered. "Let it go. Let him go."
Finally, Cassandra let the axe fall and walked away as Duncan buried his face in his hand. Sekhmet sighed and pulled back to look at Methos.
"I'm sorry." She told him softly in Egyptian. "I'm so sorry."
She gently kissed some of his tears away before kissing his mouth and wrapping her arms around him and holding him tightly as he continued to cry. Behind them, Duncan got to his feet and began to make his way to them.
Duncan and Methos stood in the cemetery.
"But you had to know Kronos would come for you one day." Duncan told him.
"I tried not to think about it." Methos replied. "Particularly after Sekhmet came back into my life."
"You could have killed him." Duncan said. "Why didn't you?"
"I wanted to, but we were brothers." Methos replied. "In arms, in blood, in everything except birth, and if I judged him worthy to die, then I judged myself the same way. I judged Sekhmet. And I wanted to live, and I could never do anything to hurt her. And I still want to live. For her."
He began to walk away and Duncan looked after him thoughtfully.
"Kronos was right." He said, following after him. "You set the whole thing up, didn't you?"
Methos sighed, slowing to a stop at the gate.
"What'd you mean?" he asked.
"You knew he'd come after Cassandra, and you let him because you knew I'd come after her." Duncan said. "You couldn't kill him, but you hoped I could."
"Maybe." Methos admitted after a moment.
"Maybe." Duncan repeated.
They walked out of the cemetery and Duncan stopped again.
"Methos." He said. "What about Cassandra?"
"One of a thousand regrets, MacLeod." Methos replied. "One of a thousand regrets."
Down below them, they saw Sekhmet walking towards them, dressed back in her normal t-shirt and jeans.
"And Sekhmet?" Duncan asked.
"The only thing worth anything in my life." Methos replied.
He smiled slightly at Duncan before making his way down to his fiancée and Duncan followed.
"Can we go home now?" she asked. "Or Paris, since its closer and it's where my wedding dress is?"
"Yeah." Methos replied. "Let's go home."
A/N: Revelations 6:8 is done. Let me know what you think.