Following the meeting fiasco, Methos has been outside the wall more often. Not that he actually believes he'll pick up any sign of Harth's trail or whereabouts. Mainly, he just needs to be away. From everyone.
They'd been arguing about the best way to keep Harth from sending someone in to sabotage us, and the little shit had been there himself
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A very great deal.
Including whatever had been going on between Methos and the woman he'd been conversing with.
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He'd barely acknowledged her presence at the meeting. Perhaps he had simply not seen her. She'd kept quiet, just listening, taking in all of her surroundings. She hadn't missed the vampire's presence.
But then, no one had asked her, and she had no particular quarrel with vampires. Nor should she have any particular quarrel with certain Immortals.
But she finds, as she moves faster in order to catch up with him, that she does have something she wishes to say. She just... isn't sure what.
"You will not catch the vampire."
She settles on talk of what she assumes is his purpose in being out here.
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"Wasn't planning on it. I just needed to get away from the mortals. Before I started killing them."
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She saunters over, and tilts her head back to get a good look at him. Give her a break. She's small.
"Hi. I'm Irene."
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"So, how long is this going to go on?" he demanded, "This five-thousand year old grudge?"
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"You know, I don't give two shits about some moldy old temple that no one in my present even knows existed. I didn't fuck your girlfriend to get back at you for it, and I didn't confront you in the meeting because of it. I understand this is difficult for you to understand, but it simply isn't that important to me. What I'm far more concerned about is that for all your talk of wanting to help people and caring about their development, when you're presented with a chance to genuinely help, the only thing you really care about is leaving them as soon as possible and getting back to your life."
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"There's a man in there, Robert Langdon. He's supposed to write eight novels before he passes on, but he can't, because he's here. And there's a man from the 25th century who was supposed to die in a Reaver fire---his friends remember it, but he doesn't. Think about what that does to the time stream. The whole world could be being sterlized and we're here twiddling our thumbs, doing nothing about it. It isn't about me!"
Pause.
"And she's not my girlfriend."
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He keeps his distance from the Time Lord, if only to reduce the temptation to punch him.
"Yes, maybe you can get them home. Someday. But you can't do it today, and tomorrow's not looking good either. So how about putting that magnificent ego of yours to work on the much more simple problem of keeping these people fed and safe and alive until you work out the combination to the lock keeping us here?"
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And instead of guns in her shoulder holsters, she has stakes.
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She's trying so hard not to gloat. She had way more fun than guard duty.
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"Can't complain."
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