DOJO - TWO WEEKS LATER
Andrew and Methos clashed swords in mid-air. Andrew quickly blocked
every jab that Methos gave him until his left arm gave a little,
causing Methos to take the upper hand. He quickly knocked the sword
from his hands and swung his own blade back up to his neck and got
right up in his face.
"Remember, Andrew, don't let any physical weakness show through. No
distractions, no nothing. Kingsboro will be looking for your weak
spot. You need to trick him into thinking you have none."
Sweat trickled down Andrew's forehead into the white muscle shirt he
wore to work out in. He felt the smooth, cool steel of the blade
slightly cutting into his neck. he now knew what Adam meant, about
not letting your guard down. One slip of the wrist and he could
become the headless horseman. Methos drew back the blade.
Andrew picked up his towel and wiped off his face just as Anne walked
into the dojo. She smiled warmly at Andrew. "This fax came for you.
I said I'd bring it to you." She withdrew the fax from her
oversized, black leather bag. Andrew took it and read it, a smile
quickly brightening his face. "I've been offered a position as Chief
Emergency Surgeon at the American hospital in Madrid."
Anne beamed. "Andrew, that's wonderful!"
Methos nodded slightly in agreement. "When do you take over the
"Two weeks from Monday."
"Good. Perhaps you won't have to face Kingsboro after all."
"He could still follow me," Andrew pointed out. "I have a feeling
I'll need to be ready no matter where I go."
"Did you resign from the Watchers?" Anne asked.
Andrew nodded. "I've been a Watcher for fifteen years. I was given
the honors, you know the gold plated fountain pen, yadda yadda
Methos huffed but the two ignored him. "I'll type up my resignation
tonight and get ready to move. I'm just glad that this is going
smoothly so far." Andrew sighed. "Too smoothly."
A sudden feeling of intense awareness washed over Methos and Andrew
and they turned their heads toward the frosted glass paned double
doors of the dojo. They looked at each other and took up their
swords in hand as the door pushed open to reveal Duncan MacLeod,
dressed in a white T-shirt, black leather jacket. He walked in
carrying a black duffel bag over one shoulder and his katana in the
"Well, well, fancy meeting you here," Methos greeted him.
"Fancy that, since it's my dojo," Duncan shot back at him, taking in
Andrew and Anne. "Anne, what are you doing here?"
"Visiting a friend, Duncan. And it's none of your business anyways."
Anne's expression darkened when he addressed her, clearly remembering
their last encounter.
"Wrong. When you stepped over that doorway, it became my business."
"Ouch," Methos muttered. "MacLeod 1, Lindsey 0. Let's see what the
good doctor can come up with."
Andrew could see the growing tension as well, what he considered to
be a wise, but dangerous move, he stepped in front of Duncan. His
eyes widened with recognition from the days he used to visit Anne at
the hospital. "Dr. Morris."
"MacLeod," Andrew shook his hand.
"I'm training Andrew," Methos spoke up. "He just became one of us."
Duncan gazed sharply at Andrew. "I'm not surprised."
"I'd figure you would know. You also must had known I was a
Watcher." Duncan nodded. "Still following Kingsboro?"
"Well, not anymore."
Duncan nodded, letting the duffel bag slide over his katana and onto
the ground. "Kingsboro kill you?"
"Yeah, in a false drug set-up. He thought I was from the FBI."
"How good is he?" he looked over at Methos.
"If he's lucky, he'll make it. After all, not even the most skilful
have the best of luck," Methos chimed.
Duncan moaned. "Sometimes I hate it when you spout sayings like
"Well, you know as they say, what goes around comes around."
Duncan mumbled something under his breath that no one else picked up.
He picked up his duffel bag and walked to the elevator. He stopped
and turned around. "Anne, can we talk?"
Methos and Andrew gazed at Anne then. She sighed and followed Duncan
to the elevator. As the machine moved out of sight, Methos stared at
where the elevator had been. "Now would be a pretty good time to be
telepathic," he commented.