Sara waved her hand and what little mess there was disappeared in an instant.
"When are you going to stop playing matchmaker?" Methos stepped out of the shadows.
"When someone takes my head." she sat down at one of the tables.
He moved to sit across from her. "He left you didn't he?"
"Yes, he found out about the real me and left, just like you."
"Stop. I do not want to fight! Demonica, is not the real you."
"How do you know? You left to run with the Horsemen. If you had stayed maybe Demonica would never have happened."
"I made mistakes, as we all did. I've watched you longer than you realize, Pedibastet, and know that your grief consumed you and you ceased to care."
"We've already covered that . . . thanks for playing, though." she was bitter.
"Are you ever going to stop throwing verbal punches at me?"
"No." She decided to tell him. "I've pulled away for a reason, I saw it then, and surprisingly it has not come to pass even with all our fighting."
"What did you see?" He thought he knew already. She used have visions of them with children in a big house.
"The person that is going to take my head." she wore a forelorn expression on her face.
That wasn't what he thought "Who?" after a moment's hesitation.
"You."
"Me, why would I?"
"I don't know, but you will."
"Is that why you always instigate, to drive me away?"
"Or bring it on. I am where you were when you found me, Methos, how can you keep going?" she asked.
He took her hand over the tabletop "I have never stopped loving you, even though you drive me crazy, and I know you feel the same. That has kept me going for at least two thousand years" He looked down at the table "I am the one who made the Talamasca bring you in alive, I pleaded with them not to waste the magical talent you had, it is what saved you from being destroyed during your darkest hour."
"Methos, I have missed you too, but I do not need a protector anymore."
She was o stubborn. How could he have fallen for a girl so set in her ways? He shugged at the thought. "Yes, you do, from yourself. You are going to need help steering this woman in the right direction, and her use of black magic might drag you back down."
"Oh, so now I am a charity case? You must stop Demonica from re-emerging! Who put you up to it? The Elders?" she got up walked away from the table, he followed. She did not want to give in, did not want to believe it could be good again.
"Stop, just stop." She was so infuriating. Why didn't she understand. She froze where she stood her head hung low. Good. He didn't have to chase her.
"No one has put me up to it, did you not hear me? I still love you."
"I know, I have always known, even when you first walked away." She looked up. "And I you, but this changes nothing."
He kissed her, "Yes it does, I set you free, and you came back to me." he smiled, "With a little coaxing."
She grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to her apartment. She walked into the bedroom and reached into the wall and pull out a very ancient looking box.
"An illusionary safe. I need to get one of those."
Sara ignoored him and blew the dust off of the box, and then unlocked it magically. Inside laid a single iron ring.
Methos was surprised "You actually kept it?"
"Yes, I have kept in good shape via magic throughout the years too. Sometimes it was just so I could throw it in your face if I saw you again." she consented. Then smiled coyishly "Want to pretend we're newly weds again?"
"I'm not that young, but we can give it a try."he said as he slipped the ring back onto her finger for the first time in a millenia.
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