"We might as well go get our stuff," Richie spat
bitterly. He'd been wanting to off Kenny for quite some
time now, especially since he'd gotten his new and improved
"I'm-Not-A-Kid-Anymore" season 5 attitude.
The three Immortals slipped back inside and headed back
toward the gate where Richie and Methos had dropped their
"So what do we do now?" Methos asked as they
"We have to find him," Duncan stated simply.
"Can we at least wait until after we've had dinner?"
"Not really," Methos said as they rounded a corner.
Duncan pulled up, and Richie, who'd been walking behind
him, ran into him and promptly fell backward. He landed
with a dull thud.
"You OK?" Duncan asked, reaching down to help
Richie to his feet.
"Yeah, but I'm starting to see a trend here,"
Richie said, straightening his shirt. "This is the
second time I've walked into something today. First it was
a wall, now you...what's next? A moving vehicle?"
Duncan winced. "Rich, I wouldn't tempt the fanfic
writer with that idea. She'll probably go off into one of
her hurt/comfort stories, and then we'll never catch Kenny."
Richie nodded in agreement.
"Which brings us back to you," Duncan said, turning
to address Methos. "If you're thinking about getting
a beer, forget it. I need you sober for when we find Kenny."
Methos arched an eyebrow at him. "Really, MacLeod,
I don't see why I should have to worry about this little
brat. I wasn't in either of the episodes he was in. Why
should I have to help?"
"Get over your bitterness at being an underused character,
Methos," Richie told him. "There's always hope
that one day you'll have your own show. From what I've heard,
your fans are lobbying for some sort of 'Methos Chronicles'
TV series after 'Highlander' ends."
"Do you think I'll get to have sex?" Methos asked
They had reached the gate they had disembarked from and
found their bags still sitting on the floor. This in and
of itself was good news. The bad news was who stood five
feet away from the bags.
"Nice to see you again," Mulder said, smirking.
"We left our things," Richie explained. He and
Methos snatched up their bags and turned to leave.
"I think you gentleman should stay here," Scully
Richie and Methos turned back around. Duncan's gaze flitted
from Mulder to Scully and back.
"Why should we stay?" Methos asked in a calm,
"We have a few questions for you, starting with why
did you chase that boy?" Scully asked.
Richie looked at Methos. Methos looked at Richie. Richie
looked at Duncan. Duncan looked at Methos. Methos looked
at Duncan. Duncan looked at Richie. They mentally added
up who had looked at who during this exchange, figured it
was enough to shoot plenty of reaction shots, and as one
looked at Mulder and Scully.
"He was all alone, and I was just going to ask him
if he was lost," Duncan began slowly. Scully's face
showed her skepticism. "And before I could ask, he
took off running. I didn't know what was going on, but I
thought maybe he needed help."
"Interesting story," Mulder said, popping a sunflower
seed into his mouth. "So what happened when you found
"He got away."
"Ah," Mulder said, spitting out the shell. It
landed on Scully's shoe. She frowned and shook it off.
"So what's up with the dead guy?" Richie asked,
hoping to steer their attention away from their involvement
"Well, he's very dead and very headless. He was found
inside a locked bathroom stall by a man who thought something
"So then this is one of the cases like what you came
here to investigate?"
"Definitely," Scully said. "I have to do
an autopsy to make sure, but I think he's been dead since
last night. My guess at a time of death is 3:30 a.m. Airport
personnel say there were no flights arriving or departing
at that time, so there were no witnesses to see any strange
lightning phenomena. However, one of the janitors said every
piece of glass in there was shattered when he arrived, and
there was some flooding."
"Flooding? As in water from the faucets?" Methos
"And the toilets," Mulder said. "Urine and
feces everywhere." He extended his hand toward Methos.
"No, thanks. But do you by chance have any beer on
"If there's nothing else," Duncan interrupted
before Mulder could reply. "I think we'd like to get
something to eat before our connecting flight gets here."
Mulder and Scully exchanged glances. "Nothing else
from us," Scully said, then looked at Mulder. "C'mon,
Mulder. We'd better meet with the local authorities."
"There's a stimulating prospect," the FBI agent
replied. "This is always my favorite part of these
investigations, Scully. The warm receptions we get make
Scully smiled and the agents walked away, leaving three
relieved Immortals standing in the middle of a thinning
"I'm glad that's over," Richie said. "For
a minute there, I thought they'd figured out Kenny had killed
"This doesn't make sense," Duncan said. "If
Kenny killed this man -- and surely he did -- then why did
he stick around?"
"Maybe he was trying to trick another Immortal into
taking him in."
"By waiting around an airport for one to show up?"
Duncan shook his head. "That could take forever."
"Maybe," Methos suggested, "he left something
here that he had to come back for."
"Now that makes sense," Duncan said. "But
what would it be?"
"His sword?" Richie asked.
"How could he have lost his sword? He won the fight."
"Maybe he had to make a hasty exit and had to hide
"His sword is so small, I'd think he could hide it
just about anywhere," Methos said, scanning the immediate
vicinity for a bar.
"Maybe his sword is bigger than you think," Richie
said, running a hand through his short blonde/red/reddish-blonde
or whatever-color-you-prefer hair. "Besides, it's not
the size of the sword that matters, it's -- "
"Hold it," Duncan said, raising a silencing hand.
"This conversation is degenerating into sexual innuendo.
Can we get back on track?"
Richie and Methos shrugged.
"So the question is what do we do now?" Duncan
Richie checked his watch. "Our flight leaves in about
two hours. If we look for Kenny, we might miss it."
"So we miss it," Methos said. "All that
means is that we have to start working right away when we
get to Paris instead of goofing off."
"You're awfully eager to stay," Richie said,
narrowing his eyes. "What happened to the 'Why should
I have to help with Kenny' attitude? You're not thinking
of sticking around just to get a cheap Quickening, are you?"
"Well, why not?"
"Because," Richie said, stepping forward until
he stood inches away from Methos' nose, "if anyone
gets to have Kenny's Quickening, it's me. He tried to kill
"Let's not fight about this," Duncan interjected.
"First we find Kenny. Then we figure out who gets to
Richie and Methos continued to stare, each determined to
not be the first one to look away. Duncan finally wedged
himself between the two and gently pushed them back.
"I said we'll deal with who fights him once we find
him. Maybe we can draw straws or something."
"Fine," Richie said, adjusting his grip on his
"Whatever you say, MacLeod," Methos said. "Just
remember who it was who saved you from the Dark Quickening."
"That's not fair!" Richie said heatedly, face
tight with anger. "I would have saved him except TPTB
sent me off headhunting instead."
<<I would have let you save him, Richie.>>
Richie raised his hands upward as he looked at the ceiling.
"Thank you. It's nice to know somebody understands
that my actions were totally out of character."
"So does the warm fuzzy I'm feeling mean you'll let
me have sex now? I mean, I'm all grown up. I'm not really
Duncan's student anymore, so I should have more independence
and more women, right?"
"Right?" Richie asked hopefully.
"Women," he muttered, stalking off with Methos
and Duncan trailing behind him, amused grins on their faces.
End of Part 3