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This is the second in the Dividing series, the others may be found at:
Dividing of The Ways


Part 14

The moment Karina could get out of the house without upsetting Joe, she did, and by nine o'clock in the morning she was stood on Craven's doorstep.

"Is he in?" she asked pointedly, but politely as the owner of the house opened the door.

"We just came back from practice," Manheim said, his hair dripping as if to prove the point, "he should be out of the shower and dressed shortly. Please come in."

He offered her tea or coffee, even something to eat, but quickly found that she really wasn't interested. Eventually the Immortal excused himself and retreated to his study: he was not quite sure what mood his guest was in.

Karina managed to wait about two minutes after Craven withdrew and then she charged up the stairs. She was in a peculiar state of mind and barged straight into her lover's room without even pausing after the habitual knock. She found Chris wandering across the carpet, a towel wrapped round his midriff, drying his hair with another one.

"Hi," she said quietly as she came to a sudden halt, "I got fed up of waiting."

Karina was actually blushing and it made her companion smile.

"It's not as if you could see anything you haven't seen before," he said, excusing her brashness instantly. "I wasn't expecting you this early, I don't have an explanation planned."

She was a little surprised that he appeared to be in such a good mood, the previous evening's exit had been somewhat abrupt.

"That's okay," were her next words, "off the cuff will be fine."

"Give me five minutes and I'll put some clothes on," he returned casually, and grinned when she actually looked disappointed.

It didn't take him that long to pull on a pair of jeans and a T- shirt, and he patted the spot on the bed next to where he was sitting as he finished dressing. Karina didn't need any persuasion and she sat down quickly, looking at him from under long lashes.

"I can't tell you everything," he said slowly, "well not yet, maybe soon. What I can say is that last night's exhibition was because Mac took someone's head. It was sort of a mirrored Quickening, without the rampant destruction, but just now I can't tell you why. Believe me, I wish I could, but I can't."

There was a little hurt in her eyes that he wasn't going to confide in her, but she cared too much not to understand.

"I would trust you with my life," he said as his heart twisted at the look on her face, "but this isn't my decision to make. If it were just me I would explain everything right now, but it's not and all I can do is ask you to wait."

She smiled slightly at his need to remove any mental injury he may have caused and she wound her arm round him gently.

"I will," she said quietly and kissed him on the nose.

At that moment, Chris wished he hadn't put his clothes on.

For some reason, Adam found that his talk with Richie seemed to have given an urgency to his investigation of the Dividing. He wanted to know as much as there was to know and he wanted to find it out quickly: it seemed somehow important. The fact that the grouping would soon loose it's secrecy prayed on his mind somewhat, but then again, he had expected to have to keep up his own cloak and dagger act anyway. Even if he did join them, he was not about to come out of hiding, or ruin his place in the Watchers, he would be a shadow partner even if he decided to follow an alternative destiny. It was with several possible scenarios running around in his head that he wandered into the dojo, hood up, looking like just another patron of the martial arts studio. Now that the plumbing was fixed there were several regulars well into their workouts as he meandered through towards the office. If anyone noticed that Duncan's head shot up as the newcomer walked in, it never occurred to them that it was unusual.

"Greetings, Highlander," he said lightly as he put his head round the door, "can we talk."

Mac looked at the pile of papers in front of him and decided that he was never going to get the invoices sorted. Maybe it would be better just to hand everything over to Madi straight away.

"Sure," he responded calmly, "let's go upstairs."

For once, MacLeod had the place to himself: Amanda had gone to see Madelaine and the loft was empty.

"Can I get you anything?" the younger of the two enquired as they climbed out of the elevator.

Methos just smiled.

"It's ten o'clock in the morning," Mac responded to the obvious insinuation.

"And once upon a time everyone drank wine all day," the other returned with a grin and threw himself into a chair.

There was little point in drawing out the discussion, so Duncan gave up and headed for the fridge to find a bottle of beer.

"So you want to know about the group, I suppose," the Highlander commented as he wandered towards the sofa and passed his friend his drink. "Anything in particular?"

"Just what you think is important," Adam replied, putting the pressure right back on his younger companion.

Years of practice had shown Methos that the best way to find out the truth, was to let people explain it in their own way, and only insert his own ideas once he knew the area for which to play. Duncan narrowed his eyes for a moment and slowly sat down with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Have you ever asked an easy question or given someone a straight answer in your entire life?" he asked as his mind ticked over several ideas.

"Maybe," the other responded with a grin.

It was difficult to know where to start, and Mac took a few moments to decide exactly what to say.

"It was like finding a home after wandering the world for my entire life," he began, eventually. "You've always accused me of being too trusting, but there was a tiny voice in my head that could never be still, always warning me that the next smiling face could be my death. When I'm with the others now, it is silent, and that is the closest to peace I have ever known. The others have probably told you the same thing, and once we would not have imagined it was possible."

He smiled, he could still see the distrust in Methos' eyes, the doubt that what he was hearing could be true. It had been a hard concept for the group to accept, it must be virtually impossible for an Immortal who had lived by his wits for over five thousand years.

"It may be time for the old dog to learn some new tricks," the Highlander commented lightly. "You've talked to quite a few of us now, Adam, you must be hearing the same thing over and over again. All the talking in the world isn't going to be able to explain why the fact that we are joined is so important to us, because you can't begin to really know until you are one of us. I remember the person I was, and I know that if I hadn't been in that room, I'd have had as much trouble, if not more, reconciling myself to this as you are."

They looked at each other in silence, Duncan may not have been as old as Methos, but they had been the same type of men. Adam often claimed that he had put aside codes of honour, that he played the game only for himself, but he lied when said those things. He was a good man, maybe with a few ulterior motives in life, but underneath he was fundamentally moral, and deep down the Dividing appealed to him.

"Then again," he responded to Mac's suggestion, "maybe the old dog knows better than to let a trainer re-coach him to death."

This wily old man was not about to give away what he was thinking.

"Last night was an over sight," the Highlander started on a new track, "and we're probably going to make a few more mistakes along the way, but believe me it's worth it. When I took Peters' head it saddened me that I couldn't help him, I truly wanted to show him how good life could be, but it didn't stop me following the only course available. Just because we want to bring people into out council, it doesn't mean that we are weakened, we're still warriors, just not among ourselves. We have no more idea of what the Prize will be than you do, but we know we will share it."

Their eyes locked.

"I am still Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod," he said calmly, "I am a Highlander and an Immortal, but I am part of something bigger now. Even if I die tomorrow I have added to the group, only that which I was when I became part of it will be lost, I have a legacy. We cannot have children, continue our line, but part of me will always be in the others, I will continue no matter if one day I meet another who's sword arm is faster. Jackson's Quickening went through me, but I saw, briefly, through the others eyes as his power filled me and we shared something I do not have words to explain. In that short moment in time when the life of another enters our collective, we are one creature, and there is nothing like it. That feeling outweighs any inconveniences it may bring to our lives."

There was a thoughtful pause and then Methos smiled.

"You may have to figure out a system to warn everyone when a Quickening is in the way," he said cheerfully, "I can think of some very awkward situations that could arise."

"You're telling me," the Scotsman returned with a ready smile.

When Mac wandered back into the office and found that Richie had been in, tidied the desk and gone off out again, he knew he was not destined to ever sort out his paperwork. Instead he went about phoning everyone to organise a time for their meeting.

Adam left MacLeod's with a worryingly warm feeling in his heart, he was beginning to think he was loosing his objectivity. He had to gather all the evidence first, and then weigh it up, not go with random feelings that filtered through his head. There was more than a little annoyance with himself as he wandered down the street, casually removed his hooded top and changed himself into another person, but it didn't stop him planning a route to Madelaine's place. He pulled up outside her building, sunglasses and hat in place, just as Amanda was coming out.

"Greeting, old one," she said quietly as he climbed out of and locked the car.

"You're no spring chicken," he shot back at her insinuations.

Amanda was acting as if this was just a passing comment to a stranger and Adam's face was hidden in shadow: the two Watchers at locations down the street took no notice.

"But there's a lot to be said for experience," was her parting quip.

For about the hundredth time, Methos wondered where Duncan found the energy to keep up with Amanda.

Madi had been watching her friend leave from the window, and so by the time Adam climbed the stairs, the door was open for him.

"I've been hearing a lot about you," she said and gestured for him to enter, "my companions seem to have great faith in your trustworthiness."

"It comes, I think, from the fact that we each know the other's secret," he returned calmly. "It has an amazingly evening effect and removes a large portion of the probability of betrayal."

"Mutual blackmail," Madelaine commented lightly, "not a great footing from which to start a long term relationship, don't you think."

She received a smile in reply.

"You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to," the ancient Immortal said quite genuinely.

He was not about the pressure anyone into giving up anything they did not wish to, and if she asked he was quite prepared to leave.

"Ah, but Amanda has some good things to say about you," the other returned and closed the door behind him.

That was quite a surprise: if there was one person he expected to be wary it was the older woman, and a recommendation had been far from his mind.

"Do tell," he said with a smile, "I did not think my charm had entirely worked when it comes to our ex-thief."

Madi grinned.

"Let's just say, she's noticed a few of your better features," she returned playfully. "Do have a seat."

This time Methos accepted the offer of coffee, and his hostess returned a few minutes later with two steaming mugs. In the time between the Immortal Watcher took the chance to examine Madelaine's taste in homes. She seemed to have a peculiar mix of the extremely modern and distinctly old fashioned, which Adam decided he rather liked. For example, her sideboard was antique oak, with large brass handles on the cupboards and deep brown lacquer, but her coffee tables were steel and glass. There were two high backed, Victorian chairs against the wall on one side and an old rocking chair to the other, but the sofa was puffy and modern, covered in little red rosebuds. It was a study in contrasts, and yet Methos found it delightful.

"You have charming taste in furniture," he complimented genuinely as his companion sat in the old rocker.

"Why, thank you," she returned, "Chris always says my time zones are a little mixed up."

"Trust me," Adam said quickly, "they are no-where near as confused as mine."

Madi's face lit up and she saluted him with her mug.

"Now," she said calmly, "how can I help you? I'm sure there's nothing I can say that you haven't already heard."

"I'd like to know how this all makes you feel," was the gentle reply.

"I'm happy," was the completely positive response that Madelaine gave, and then she took a sip of her drink. "I've been out of the game for a while: I have taken few heads and I'm really not worth anyone's trouble, tucked away in a small English backwater so very few came looking. All this rather throws me back in at the deep end, but I haven't let my sword arm go and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I've always known there was something a little unusual about Chris, for a start he brought out the mother in me. I've never been the maternal type, but there he was on a street corner, lost three blocks from the children's home, because he'd run away, and I fell in love with him. He'd just turned four, and he was five by the time the adoption was finalised, but money can do a lot to make the wheels of justice turn faster. When we first met Richie, it explained a great deal about the type of child Chris had been."

It didn't make any difference to this woman that her son was Immortal and neither of them would be growing any older, she still felt for him as if he were her natural child. She'd still be proud of her boy when they were both pushing two thousand, if they lived that long.

"I could never have mistrusted my child," she continued calmly, "but being part of the group, knowing there are more people I can trust with my life, that is more than I ever dreamed. Once I was a naive little girl who would give her love at the merest hint that it would be returned, Immortality changed that: the Dividing gave it back."

For once, Methos just sat there and watched, even when her description started to come to an end, quite frankly, he was enchanted. He'd never met Madelaine before and there was a quality about her that he found mesmerising: it took him a few moments to realise she'd stopped talking.

"Are you all right," the younger woman asked quietly, "you looked a little distracted?"

"Oh, fine," Adam said lightly and shook himself out of it, "thank you so much for speaking with me. I'm so sorry, but I have to be going."

He'd barely been sitting there ten minutes, and Madi was left wondering what she had said as the oldest Immortal in existence fled her apartment. Now, Methos was even more annoyed with himself: he had a weakness for bright, intelligent, single woman.

The windows to Craven's living room were large and open, giving a clear view of anything going on inside, something of which the two Watchers outside in the car were making use. Chris and his lover were both sitting down just chatting, and the two people assigned to the twin and his mentor were sat in their car drinking coffee from a flask. Adam spent about twenty minutes standing in the trees to one side, before he decided talking to the other half of the catalyst for the Dividing would be impossible. There was no way he could get to the front door without being photographed, and he did not want to explain to Karina why he had more than a passing acquaintance with her boyfriend. He was pretty sure that she'd keep her mouth shut, but too many awkward questions would rear their ugly heads, so he left as quietly as he had arrived.

All the Immortals tried to pretend that the day was just like any other: to all outside appearances their lives continued as normal. For their Watchers it was a frustrating few hours as nothing happened and morning meandered into afternoon, followed, an eternity later for the Mortals, by evening. The only things out of the ordinary that any of the secret society had to report was: one visit by Richie to Paul Danworth, unusual because it was in the middle of the working day; a visitor for Craven who turned out to be an art dealer; and the fact that MacLeod didn't go out all day.

That's why nobody was on their guard when Chris went for a walk with Karina; Craven climbed into his car and went to a bar; Madelaine decided to do some late night opening shopping; Duncan took Amanda to a restaurant; and Richie took Beren to the cinema. The fact that every Immortal was out at the same time did not cause any alarm bells because even though the Watchers had decided that communication was useful, they'd stopped checking in about mid afternoon. Boredom even had an effect on people with eternal patience.

Graham had drawn Chris today and he was not expecting the quick exit that his Immortal took from the cafe at which the young man and Karina ended up. The blonde woman sat down at a table whilst her companion went to visit the men's room. The Watcher's daughter ordered two cappuccinos and then sat there nursing one: after about ten minutes, Chris' shadow realised his subject was not coming back. All he received from Kari was a small smile and a shrug as she picked up the second cup: she had known that her lover would not return. This cafe had been chosen for the very fact that it had a fairly large window that looked out onto a back alley.

Manheim had a similar trick up his sleeve which left Jurgan sitting on a bar stool wondering what the hell his Immortal could be doing in the bathroom. What everyone had forgotten since the Dividing, was Craven had had a lot of experience with Watchers: killing them mostly, and he knew how to avoid them. He'd come out that evening carrying a bag which looked like it contained his sword: what was really inside were one brown wig, one over coat, some awesome shades, a beret, a different style of bag and his sword. Jurgan had failed to notice the dark haired, French looking poet who wandered out of the bar with a ruck-sack, five minutes before he became really suspicious.

The Watcher who was assigned to Madi was beginning to think the woman could shop `til she dropped when she finally lost her. One minute she'd been trying on dresses in a chic little boutique called Le Mode, and the next she was gone. What her shadow hadn't realised was that the owner of the shop was an old friend from pre-Chris days, who'd found out about Immortals by accident, and was quite happy to show her college roomy the back way out. The sixties had been fun, and Madi had enjoyed them by going back to school: Jasmine, the owner of Le Mode, had been a care free hippie at the time.

When Amanda took a bite of her first course and made a horrible face, Duncan gallantly headed towards the kitchen with the offending article. His lady friend finished her glass of wine and then seemed to decide to give him a hand complaining. What they actually did was compliment the chef on his superb cuisine, congratulate the manager on his restaurant, pay for the meal they had ordered but not eaten and left the back way. There was some mention of a peculiar woman who seemed to be following them, and a promise to return sometime, and then they were gone. Maria never stood a chance.

At the cinema it was even simpler: Beren and Richie made sure they arrived in the auditorium just as the program started and they walked in one door and out the exit. They'd spent several minutes buying popcorn and hanging around the kiosk so that David couldn't purchase his ticket without attracting attention. When he'd finally done so and entered the theatre, he had no idea where his subject had sat and therefore no idea that he was no-longer there. The poor man sat through a film he hated only to find later in the evening that it had been pointless.

End of Part 14