The Blood of Brotherhood by Merrie Thomas Part VI

Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own Methos, Kronos, MacLeod, Amanda, Joe, Cassandra or any other characters from Highlander. If I did own them, I would be making new episodes instead of writing fan fiction in place of new episodes. Oh well. (sigh)

Summary: Methos and Kronos were brothers. In arms, in blood, in everything except birth. What exactly does this mean for Immortals?

Characters: DM, J, M, A, C, K, Valerie Viscount OFC, Allorem OFC

Author's Note: This is an alternate-universe story based around the events of Comes A Horseman and Revelations 6:8, WARNING if you don't wish to read about a Kronos romance, you may still read this story, but you won't like parts of it. Also, I live in the Midwest and I have traveled few places in my life, so I took some liberty and made some stuff up about the cities mentioned here. By the way, I'm sorry for the delay, moving to college is hell on your posting schedule. Hopefully now that I am moved in, updates will be quicker. Thanks for your patience!

Rating: This story is rated PG-13 for language and violence.

Chapter Six

Valerie ran, tears running down her cheeks. 'I won't believe it. It's not true. Nigel would never..' but as soon as she began to convince herself that it had all been an act, she remembered Nigel's (No, Kronos, he said his name was Kronos.) eyes. They had been full of truth. She shivered a bit in remembrance. 'Oh, where am I going? I should have never run out of there.' She stopped running, wiping her face with the back of her hand. 'What was I thinking? Where would I have gone?' She gave a small chuckle at the fact that she had run out of her own house and looked around to get a fix on her surroundings. 'Hmm...' she thought to herself, not recognizing anything. 'I can't have gotten very far from home on my own two feet, so where the hell am I?' She glanced around, and her eyes set upon her salvation. There, at the corner of the street she was currently standing on, was a telephone booth. She ran over to it, glancing up at the street sign above it. 'Kenwood Avenue? I have never heard of that street in my life! Where the hell am I?' She entered the booth and fished a quarter out of her pants pocket, her purse left at her house in the confusion. She dialed her number, hoping that there would be someone there to answer it besides her cat. It rang once, twice, on the third time it was picked up. "Hello, who is this?"

"Nigel? It's me, Valerie. I am soooo sorry for running out on you, I didn't know what to think, and now I'm lost, and I left my purse there, and I need a ride, and-"

"Valerie!" Kronos shouted into the phone. There was no answer. "Valerie, are you still there? Valerie, if you're still there I need to know where you are to come and get you. Valerie?!"

In the phone booth, a well-manicured hand placed the dangling phone back on it's cradle and dragged Valerie's body out to their car.

***

"Valerie! Valerie! Shit!" Kronos said as he slammed down the phone. He then began to pace back and forth.

"What's wrong? Was that Valerie? What did she say?" Amanda asked.

"She said she was sorry for running out and that she didn't know where she was, and that she wanted me to come and pick her up."

"That's good news. What's the problem?" Joe asked.

"The problem is that she didn't tell me where she was."

"You mean she didn't want you to?" MacLeod asked.

"No, I mean she was cut off or something."

"So, maybe she realized where she was and is coming to meet us. She can't have gotten far, you know?"

"I don't think so. I am pretty sure something happened to her."

"Aren't you being a little paranoid, Kronos?" MacLeod asked. Before he could blink, he had a sword at his neck again.

"I think I have a little right to be paranoid, Highlander. I think we all should be. You didn't think that the people that took Methos were simply going to let it at that, did you? If you did, then you're a fool and I can't help you. No, Methos was taken when he was with you for a reason. Don't you think that if whoever took him knew where he was at that particular moment they could have taken him when he was alone so as to not arouse suspicion?"

"Well, yeah.."

"But they didn't! They took him knowing that you would come after him. Knowing that you would find me. No, I think all of this has just begun, but mark my words. If anything happens to Valerie, they'll wish they were dead."

MacLeod couldn't help but believe Kronos' cool threat, and prayed that they would find Valerie quickly.

***

Methos knew that he wouldn't be able to stand much more. Allorem was insane, and if she had her way, she would torture him for another 5000 years. That is, if she didn't get killed and he was left wherever he was alone to spend the rest of eternity. Methos knew that she would never let him go, never take mercy on him. 'Well, you know what you have to do.' Methos told himself. 'You have to get yourself out of this mess. Even if MacLeod is coming for you, there is no telling if and when he'll get here. It's time to rely on your own abilities.' Methos heartened a little at this, be began to loose enthusiasm as he looked up at the darkness surrounding him. "Damn it!" He yelled, shaking himself out of his impending depression. "You're 5000 years old, for Christ's sake! You have gotten yourself out of worse situations than this! Snap out of it!" Methos yelled. He had noticed that he had been talking to himself, but at this point he didn't really care. He should have been trying to find a way out of his confinement when he first arrived. He cursed himself again and slowly made his way over to were the door was and began his search for a way out.

Methos had noticed earlier that there hadn't seemed to be any other guards watching over him save Allorem, but he was entirely certain. In fact, he prayed to all of the gods he had ever believed in that their were indeed others watching over him while Allorem was away. It their weren't, then he had little to no chance for escape. He placed an ear against the door and listened carefully for some sign that Allorem had truly left and placed someone to guard him.

After a few moments, Methos heard coughing and quiet muttering. It was too quiet for Methos to make out what was being said, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that because he had a guard, he had a chance to escape. Methos cast his senses as far as he could, trying to discern if Allorem was still around before making his move. Satisfied that she had left the building, or was at least far enough away to not cause an immediate problem, Methos began his assault on the door. At first, there was no response, but Methos was persistent. His actions could not be ignored forever. He pounded at the door with his fists, kicking it when they became bloodied. Still receiving no response, he began cursing the guard outside in every language he knew, his loud voice echoing off of the walls.

After a few moments, Methos heard the tell-tale sound of a door being unlocked. With a grin, Methos backed himself against the wall next to the door and waited. When the door opened, Methos made his move, kneeing the guard in the groin and kicking him repeatedly in the ribs after he had fallen. Once Methos was sure he was unconscious, he pushed the body into his former cell and locked the door. Making sure the coast was clear, he sped off in what seemed to be a promising direction, hoping to find an exit before his captors noticed he was missing.

***

"You got anything?" Amanda asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know what's happening to Methos or don't you?"

Kronos sighed. "Listen up and listen good. I'm only going to say this once. I can't sense Methos all of the time. It doesn't work like that. I don't know where he is all of the time. In fact, I don't even know where he is most of the time. I can only sense him when something extreme is happening to him."

"But Methos was able to sense where you were and even the name you were currently using." Joe added. "I don't know what to tell you. Maybe the sense gets stronger with usage. I haven't sought out Methos through our link in a long time. Maybe he has."

"Why would he be doing that?" MacLeod asked.

"Maybe he was keeping tabs on me. Who knows? Methos always was a wily bastard. But none of that matters right now. What does matter is finding Valerie. Methos can take care of himself, he always has. Besides I would know if something happened to him, remember?"

"You're right. But how can we possibly know who has taken Valerie? I mean, it could have been anyone." Amanda stated.

"No. It's too much of a coincidence that she is taken now. I'm betting that what happened to her has something to do with whoever took Methos. I tell you what, you two find out what's happened to Methos." Kronos turned as if to leave.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Joe asked him.

"I'm going to find Valerie." Kronos answered.

"By yourself?"

"I work faster on my own, mortal."

"Yeah, well what if you have another attack? You won't be working too quickly then, now will you?" Kronos didn't know what to say to that. "I'm going with you." Joe stated.

"What? No you're not. Joe, you're talking crazy. You can't be serious. Go with him? He's a murderer." MacLeod sputtered.

"You are all murderers, MacLeod. Whether it's in the cause of self-defense or not, your entire existence is based on killing other people. I am going with him."

"You are, are you? You don't seem too nimble on your feet Watcher. Why should I let myself be slowed down by you?" Kronos asked him.

"Because you need someone to watch your back. Now, I may not be Immortal, but I know how to defend myself and others. So we might as well get a move on. I think we should try and find the place where Valerie was calling from. Maybe she left behind some clue as to who took her. I can call some people I know and they can find out where she called from."

"'Some people you know.' Other Watchers?" Kronos sneered.

"Yeah, you got a problem with that? Those very Watchers that you're sneering could help us find Valerie. So why don't you just stuff it." Joe pulled out his cell and made the call, not waiting for Kronos to respond. After a few minutes, he hung up and spoke to Kronos. "She called from a phone booth at the corner of Kenwood Avenue and Dunkleburg Street. Why don't you go find a phonebook and look that up while I speak with MacLeod and Amanda." Kronos glared but did as he was bid.

"Joe, I don't want you doing this. I don't trust you with him. Let Amanda or I go with him instead." MacLeod asked.

"Mac, I know what I'm doing, don't worry about me. You two worry about finding Methos. Knowing what kind of trouble that sneaky SOB can get himself into, you two probably have the more dangerous job anyway. And as for Kronos, I'm sure way deep down he's as gentle as a pussycat."

"Or a tiger." MacLeod muttered. "Alright Joe, but I hope you know what you're doing. Call me immediately if anything happens ok?"

"I will, don't worry. You two find Methos. Now, I don't know exactly where to being looking..."

"We'll find him." With one last glance toward Kronos, MacLeod pulled out his own cellphone to call a cab.

As MacLeod spoke, Joe looked to Amanda for her thoughts on his plan. After a few moments, he gave up, having discerned nothing from her countenance. "Are you with MacLeod on this too? Do you believe I shouldn't go with Kronos either?" Joe asked finally.

"I don't know what to believe. I'm not one to judge people based on what they have done in their past either. Just be careful Joe."

"I will." He said with a smile. He then glanced up as he heard Kronos enter the room. "I know where it is. Are you ready, Watcher? We can walk." Kronos began walking out the door without a backward glance. Joe looked at MacLeod and Amanda before following.

"Call me if anything happens, Joe." MacLeod said in parting.

"You too." With that, Joe headed out the door.

***

The first thing Valerie was aware of was darkness. Not long after, she heard a voice. "Ah good. You're awake." Valerie shot to full attention when she heard it.

"What? Where am I? Who are you?" she asked frantically.

Cassandra laughed. "My name is Cassandra. You are my prisoner."

"What? You took me prisoner, you freaking psycho? Why?"

Cassandra's eyes grew cold. "You should know better than to talk to the one in charge with keeping you alive, my dear." She said coldly.

"Don't call me dear, you bitch! Why have you brought me here?"

"Ah yes, I forgot. You don't like to be called 'dear,' do you? As for why you are here, you are bait. Pure and simple."

"What do you mean I'm bait? Bait for whom?"

"Kronos. He will come for you, and then he will die. Well, now that you know why you're here, I'll leave you be for awhile. I'm sure if Kronos feels the way I think he does, the very thought makes me sick, by the way, then he will come for you soon." Cassandra smirked and left the room, locking the door behind her leaving Valerie alone with her thoughts.

TBC

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