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This is a crossover between Highlander and Stargate. The characters aren’t mine, wish they were, but… Okay to archive to 7th Dimension, Area 52 and any other list, just let me know. No copyright infringement intended.
Thanks to Mamabeast for her wonderful beta. Dedicated to Leila- for giving me the idea for the story
Spoilers for Highlander Endgame and Deadly Medicine
Spoilers for Stargate the Movie, Gamekeeper, Frozen, Abyss, Paradise Lost, Evolution Part 2, and Lost City
This is a slash story and is a crossover between Highlander and Stargate. Duncan/Methos and Jack/Daniel.
FRIENDS AND ENEMIES - JOINING FORCES
NEW YORK – EMPIRE HOTEL
The blinds kept the morning sun from waking Jack and Daniel. Following dinner they readied their selves for bed and fallen to sleep, facing each other, arms and legs intertwined. They enjoyed the closeness in bed, frequently talking about their day before falling asleep. While they enjoyed the direct flight the Air Force provided, it was still a long arduous trip, taking its toll on both men. Daniel had been fatigued before the trip, working long hours trying to translate the Abydonian text while Jack had been busy choosing new members for SG teams. Both men felt the pressure of Anubis’ impending attack on earth, wanting to fight the evil alien in their own way. Years of military training resulted in Jack’s early rising, but he allowed Daniel to sleep. Enjoying the feel of his lover in his arms, he lightly kissed the top of Daniel’s hair, avoiding waking the man. Eventually his bladder made its discomfort a priority and Jack extracted himself from Daniel’s body. After reliving himself, he showered.
The sound of the water woke Daniel from his sleep. Taking a few minutes to orient himself to his surroundings, he recognized the sound of Jack’s shower. Joining Jack in the shower, Daniel grabbed the soap from the shelf, lathering it in his hands. He soaped Jack’s back, arms and shoulders, and then reached around to hug him as he soaped his chest.
“Good morning,” Jack said as he turned around to kiss Daniel. “I like the way you think.”
Daniel returned the kiss while continuing to run his hands up and down Jack’s back and upper body. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back a little, soaping his hands again.
Moving his hands to Jack’s erection, Daniel stroked and pulled the hard flesh. Jack leaned his back against the tile, watching Daniel as he pleasured him. Watching Daniel was always a turn on for Jack and today was no different. The look of love in Daniel’s eyes as he stroked and concentrated on his task, filled Jack with awe. He smiled at Daniel when Daniel looked up him.
Daniel loved giving Jack pleasure, no matter if Jack reciprocated. It always amazed him that Jack loved him and was willing to risk his career and pension to be with him. Daniel didn’t feel that he offered a lot to the older man, despite Jack’s assurances that Daniel provided more then enough to the relationship. Jack’s body was a huge turn on for Daniel, even though it was lined with scars. Daniel knew the hard flesh was only a shell for the love Jack’s heart shared.
Daniel recognized Jack’s impending release, feeling the tightening of his balls and the increase in stiffness of his cock. Increasing his stroking, Daniel leaned in to kiss Jack. Jack grabbed Daniel, pulling him closer while still allowing him access to his erection. Jack shot his cum between the two men.
Jack pulled Daniel towards him, rubbing their bodies together to pleasure Daniel. Jack grabbed Daniel’s ass, thrusting their bodies together. Daniel was primed and within minutes he too released his essence. They kissed as the water sluiced over their bodies, enjoying each other as their bodies returned to normal.
Daniel grabbed the soap and finished cleaning Jack. Handing the soap to Jack, Daniel watched as Jack cleaned him as well. Each man washed his own hair, completing his morning shower.
Turning off the shower, they toweled dry and Daniel went to shave. Jack went to the room to dress. When Daniel was finished in the bathroom, Jack went in to comb his hair.
Daniel looked out the window of their hotel, enjoying the view of the courtyard. “Room’s pretty nice. I didn’t expect that.”
Jack finished buttoning his shirt as he called from the bathroom, “Air Force can be all right. Those miniature opera sets in the lobby are something else. I really liked the one from Abduction from the Seragl.” Jack walked out of the bathroom, going over to the window, wrapping his arms around Daniel, and placed a gentle kiss on his neck. “Dr. Jackson, the view is beautiful.”
“Jack…” Daniel turned, smiling at his lover. “I’m talking about the view of the courtyard, a slight exasperation in his voice. Daniel basked in Jack’s embrace for a few moments, enjoying the warmth and feelings of security it always brought him. “Jack, before we go find Adam, do you think we could go to the museum first. I understand the exhibit with the cover stone has been reopened. It’s been years since I saw it and maybe seeing it would give me some closure. Its almost like going to their graves,” Daniel spoke quietly trying to keep the visions of the cover stone out of his head.
“Sure, Daniel. A few hours aren’t going to make a difference.” Jack pulled away from the embrace, giving Daniel a pat on the shoulder, keeping his eyes unsuspicious. “The car isn’t suppose to pick us up until after noon. General Hammond wanted to give us time to adjust to the time change. We can go this morning.”
“Thanks,” Daniel said as he walked out of the room. He was still in awe sometimes at the resources at his disposal. Never in his wildest dreams would he have envisioned that his life would be like this. He was always a lone man on a self -imposed journey to find the truth about his heritage. A heritage bequeathed to him by parents who died too young, but instilled in him a love for Egypt and its glory. Without his parent’s influence he doubted he would have pursued his fascination with the pyramids. The pyramids meant the Goa’uld and they equaled the Stargate, which in turn equaled Jack. Jack was his soul mate, his savior, for without Jack he would not have love.
Jack followed Daniel out of their room and into the hallway. Daniel looked a million miles away, not paying attention to Jack’s comments about the wallpaper and carpet. “Whatcha thinking Danny?”
“Oh..” Daniel replied, realizing that Jack was addressing him. “Just thinking about the 6 degrees of separation.”
“Huh. The 6 degrees of separation. Sorry you lost me on that one.”
“Well. It’s really simple. Everyone can be connected to someone else by six or less common factors.” Daniel began as he pushed the elevator button. Seeing the confusion on Jack’s face, he explained further, “For example: You are connected to my parents because they had me. I studied Egyptian Pyramids that are really Goa’uld temples. I was brought to the Stargate program and unlocked the gate where we traveled through and found the Goa’uld. And you are my team leader who watches my six when we travel. Simple isn’t it?” They stepped inside the elevator.
Shaking his head, Jack looked Daniel in the eye and said, “Nope. You are Daniel, archeologist extraordinaire, my teammate. No separation.”
“But that …”Daniel started to explain.
“Ahh… Ahhh” Jack waved his hand in front of Daniel. “I get it Daniel. Everyone’s connected even if we don’t see it. Now I’m not sure about the separation thingy with you and this Dr. Pierson, but…”
Daniel laid a hand on Jack’s arm, quietly reassuring him. Stepping out into the lobby, Daniel eyed the fireplace and beautiful staircase. “The lobby is beautiful. Do you know…?”
“Daniel, no lectures.”
“We’re here and we wouldn’t be here except for certain bad guys. Let’s not quibble over the past unless it is very ancient past, say legend like.”
Stepping through the lobby Jack agreed. “Sounds good. Lead on. I think we have one last visit to the past before we start connecting the dots.”
METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART -NEW YORK
Methos and Duncan walked into the Museum, making their way to the exhibit. They ignored the other works in the museum, walking in silence toward the area. Methos went straight to the Cover Stone, leaning over the ropes, deciphering his writing.
‘Do not uncover this stone. Keep all safe. Do not let the demons return.’
He spoke softly as he read the ancient texts. Unconsciously he recited the passages from the Book of the Dead.
Daniel and Jack walked the few short blocks to the museum. They passed several food vendors as well as street vendors selling replicas of art pieces from the museum.
“Only in New York,” Jack said, “can you buy lunch for $3.00 and see great art while sitting on the side walk.” Jack walked over to the street vendor, eyeing the pretzels and peanuts for sale. “New York pretzel. Can’t buy it anywhere else. Want one, Danny?” Jack asked as he gave the vendor his money.
“Jack, we just finished breakfast. You can’t be hungry,” Daniel admonished as he shook his head.
Jack licked his fingers, as he tasted the salt from the pretzel. “Oh you’re never too full for a Pretzel. Sure you don’t want any?” Jack asked again as he held out the treat.
Daniel looked at his watch. “Jack, it’s already 10:30. We have to be back to the hotel by noon. Come on,” he said impatiently.
Jack quickly ate the remainder of the doughy pretzel, licking his lips of the mustard. “Coming, Daniel. One day, I’m going to teach you to enjoy the pleasures of the world.”
Daniel laughed, his whole face smiling. “I already know how to enjoy the greatest pleasure of the world, Colonel and he happens to be standing in front of me.” Daniel laid his hand on Jack’s elbow as he steered him toward the entrance to the museum.
Jack gave Daniel a wide grin. “Sweet.”
They talked softly between themselves as they entered the museum.
“Thank you, Jack. I needed to visit this place,” Daniel remarked as he walked the halls of the famous museum. “Do you know…?”
“Ahh.” Jack said, motioning with his fingers to stop. “We’re not on a mission. Let’s just enjoy the visit.”
Daniel looked at Jack with love. “Okay. No lectures. I’d like to see the exhibit first, and then we can visit the rest of the museum. I heard they have a huge collection here.”
“No problem, love. I’m here if you need anything,” Jack said as he smiled at his lover.
Daniel went to the far part of the exhibit, standing for a while as he silently talked to his parents, updating them on his life. Joining Jack, they moved toward the other part of the exhibit when both men stopped in their tracks.
“Jack, that’s the cover stone for the gate. How is that possible?”
Jack steered Daniel to the writing on the wall as they read the placard.
This cover stone was found in Egypt in the 1927 on the upper Giza Plateau. It is dated to the reign of the pharaoh Akhenaten 1364-1347 BC. Its use is unknown but it appears ceremonial in nature. The writing on the stone is unknown. As another example of a cover stone it joins this exhibit.
“That is what I think it is, isn’t it?” Jack asked his lover.
“Looks like it. Why don’t we take a closer look?”
The two men stepped closer to the cover stone and Daniel read the writing in a whisper. As he spoke, he heard someone speaking and listened to his or her chant. Recognizing the words, he turned toward the voice, seeing Methos (Adam).
“Adam. Adam Pierson, is that you?” Daniel asked.
Stopping his chant, Adam looked at Daniel, smiling. “Daniel? Is that you Daniel?”
The two men hugged and patted each other on the back, then stepped back grinning. Forgetting that their respective lovers were with them, they looked into each other’s eyes seeing a love they both thought they had left behind.
“Hmm,” Jack made a noise.
“Adam,” Duncan asked, his brown eyes raised in question as he looked around the area, seeing if there were any other patrons near by. “Care to introduce me to your friend?”
Daniel and Adam turned toward their lovers, sheepish grins on both their faces as they realized that they were not alone.
“Jack, this is Dr. Adam Pierson.” The emphasis on the name not lost on Jack.
“Duncan, this is Daniel Jackson or should I say Dr. Daniel Jackson?” Adam said as he nodded toward Daniel.
“Doctor times two actually, but who’s counting.” Jack piped up, the pride evident in his voice.
“Times two? Really. That is great. I always knew you would be successful. So what are the doctorates in?” Adam asked.
“Linguistics and Archeology. My two favorite past times,” Daniel said spontaneously as he watched Jack smile mischievously at his quick response.
Adam grinned at the banter of the two men, exchanging a knowing smile with Duncan.
“So what brings you to New York? Are you here for long?” Duncan asked.
Jack looked around the area, completing a quick threat assessment, then spoke, “ Actually we came to find you Dr. Pierson. You just made our job easier.”
A cold shiver ran down Adam and Duncan’s backs and both their faces became blank, all expression wiped.
Seeing the change on the two men’s faces, Jack spoke, “ Maybe we should talk somewhere a little less public.”
Daniel saw the change as well. “You can trust Jack. I trust him with my life, Adam.” Daniel touched Adam on his shoulder, assuring him of Jack’s worthiness.
Adam had heard those words before, directed at him, and he knew he was safe for the moment. He absently patted his sword in his coat and felt the knife blade up his sleeve caress his wrist.
“There’s a church about a block from here. Why don’t we go there?” Duncan suggested.
“That’s still a little too public. Anywhere else?” Jack asked.
“You could come to our place. It’s just a short walk. No one will be there,” Adam suggested.
“Good. Let’s go.” Jack agreed and they followed the two men out of the museum.
Methos and Duncan walked a few feet ahead of Jack and Daniel. They were silent until they reached the street.
“Is this the same man you were telling me about the other day?” Duncan asked as they crossed the street.
The noise from the cars was loud, Methos waited until he reached the other side to answer, “Yes. Somehow I don’t think this is entirely coincidental that they met us?” Since he’d been followed for the last few days, Methos looked around for his unidentified follower. “That Jack guy is military. I can smell the government on him.”
“I think you’re right, but I have a feeling they are together and last time I checked the U.S. Government frowns on that type of liaison,” Duncan commented.
He didn’t see the follower anymore, giving rise to his suspicions that Jack and his follower were connected. The hairs on his neck raised in suspicion. “Maybe we should just loose them on the way to the apartment. Walk away. I think I have some spare plane tickets waiting at the airport. You always wanted to see Bora Bora,” Methos said.
“No. We have to hear them out. Somehow I have a feeling that it’s important,” Duncan said as he looked around to see if they were being watched. The streets were busy as usual, but no one seemed to be conspicuously in their wake. “They were at the same exhibit as we were and they were looking for you. There has to be a connection.”
“You and your bloody boy scout ways. Do the right thing. Save the world. When will you ever learn? “Methos joked as he repeated his oft said litany.
“Are you sure this Daniel guy..?”
Methos stopped walking, grabbing Duncan by the arm, twisting him toward his face, “I trust him. That should be enough for you.”
“Okay. You trust him, but what about Jack?”
Frowning at the question, he responded, the irritation evident in his voice, “Daniel’s says he’s okay. That’s good enough for me.”
“When did you become so trusting? Where is my cynical Old Man? The one that trusts no one and thinks everyone is out for his head.” Duncan spoke softly as he almost hissed the last part of his diatribe.
“I told you, MacLeod. Daniel is special. I think he was the beginning of my reawakening.” Methos finished his explanation as they reached their building. “I owe him. I will hear what this Jack guy has to say.” Methos opened the door to the lobby, getting out of the chill air as he waited for Jack and Daniel to join them.
“Okay.” Duncan agreed. “I’ll keep an open mind.”
Laughing at the irony, Methos replied, “ Hmm, Role reversal. It’s usually me who wants to run and you who wants to stay. How does the shoe fit, MacLeod?”
Jack followed Daniel out the glass museum doors as he automatically threat assessed the area. As far as he could tell they were not being followed and the area was secure. Jack watched Duncan and Adam, as they appeared to have a heated discussion. “He’s interesting, Daniel. Not exactly what I pictured.”
Daniel looked at Jack as they walked down the street. “Jack, you saw his picture. What do you mean, he’s not what you pictured.”
Smiling a knowing grin, Jack explained, “I mean that guy is hiding something and that something is really big.” Jack motioned toward the couple in front of them, making Daniel look at his old friend. “They are obviously in a heated discussion. See how Adam is waving his hand and the tension in his and MacLeod’s shoulders. Ten to one they are arguing about jumping ship,” Jack postulated.
“And you know this how? You spoke with him a grand total of what five minutes,” Daniel said, the accusation clear in his voice. Daniel stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to keep them still.
Jack saw the gesture, choosing to ignore it and continued his explanation, “Black Ops, Daniel. Did you see the way Adam looked at us when I told him we were looking for him? If looks could kill, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Jack, wouldn’t you be suspicious if you were told by a complete stranger that he was in the area because he was looking for you?” Daniel countered Jack’s argument, trying to defend Adam. The light turned yellow and they stopped at the corner. Not wanting to draw attention to their conversation, they waited in silence until the light turned green.
As they crossed the street, Jack resumed his commentary, “Yeah. I guess so, but he’s still hiding something. That was a really strange suggestion to go a church to talk.”
“Not really. Adam often went to the church to meet people when we were together. He said it was holy ground and he felt safe there.” Daniel pointed to several churches on their route. “ The church was always considered a refuge for people. In the past when someone was in trouble with the law or for any other reason, they would often go to the church. In fact…”
Jack held out his hand to stop the lesson, “I know my history, Daniel. The church was often used as a sanctuary, not just for religious reasons. But I find it strange that in this modern age, Duncan suggested a church as a place to meet. That strikes me as very anachronistic,” Jack reached out his hand, pointing to the pair in front of them. “They just don’t strike me as the church going type.”
Daniel looked quizzically at Jack after his last statement. “Hmm. Kind of prejudiced aren’t you?” Daniel commented. “Once we went to Paris for a short holiday and Adam visited this priest. Said he was an old friend. Nice guy. I watched them play chess. It was like watching two generals play, very entertaining and educational. Adam let me play the priest when he finished. I won, but it was a hard victory. I’ll have to ask him if the guy is still around. I’d love to see you two match minds.”
Seeing Duncan and Adam walk into the building just ahead of them, Jack slowed, viewing the neighborhood. “Nice building. I bet it costs a pretty penny to live here.” Jack whistled.
Daniel raised his eyebrow, frowning at Jack “You are showing some unusual colors here today. First you comment on ‘church going’ people, next your making derogatory statements about the cost of rental space. What’s got into you, Jack?”
Jack shrugged his shoulders, putting both hands up in a surrender mode. “Sorry, Daniel. There’s just something not right here and I don’t feel comfortable. It’s the military in me. I promise to keep all negative comments to myself,” Jack apologized as he opened the door to the lobby. “Let’s go in. Our hosts will suspect something if we take too long.”
“So, who does the talking on this one?” Daniel quickly whispered as he followed Jack into the building.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Jack whispered as he graced their hosts with a smile.
As they entered the building, they saw Duncan and Adam standing off to the side of the lobby.
“Nice building,” Jack commented. Looking around the lobby, he saw the building date above the elevator read 1927.
“Thanks,” both men said in unison as they lead the way to the elevator, pushing the penthouse button.
Jack raised his eyebrow as he cocked his head in Daniel’s direction; a look Daniel did not miss. Jack and Daniel exited the elevator, taking in the loft. In the living room, a black leather sofa and two leather chairs were arranged around a mahogany coffee table. A pewter chess set sat on top of the table with a game in progress. Under the table was an oriental rug woven with reds, oranges and browns. No pictures were on the wall, but a collection of swords was mounted. A small glass étagère separated the living area from the office area and there were several unusual sculpture pieces on the shelves. The stereo system was inside built in bookcases and it appeared that Adam and Duncan had an extensive library of music. The office area held a computer, a phone and a several bookshelves filled with books. A few artifacts were scattered on the shelves, but they did not appear in any particular grouping.
The kitchen area had stainless steel cabinets and appliances and all the surfaces were clean and free of clutter. There was a cobalt blues vase with marbles in it on the kitchen table.
Beyond the main area was a hallway where Daniel and Jack could not see the furnishings.
“Welcome to our home. Would you like a beer?” Duncan asked his guests as he waved his hand toward the leather sofa.
Some moments passed before Daniel responded as he eyed the swords on the walls. “Umm beer’s good,” Daniel said remembering the question.
Jack looked at Daniel, recognizing the slightly open mouth, wide-eyed expression gracing his lover’s face. Placing his hand on Daniel’s elbow, he steered him towards the couch.
“Beer’s fine. Thanks,” Jack answered. “Pardon Daniel. I see he is enjoying your décor.”
Methos grabbed the drinks and two for him and Mac, sitting down on the chair adjacent to the black leather couch.
“Yes, Daniel. You don’t have to ask. They are originals. 13th Century China, Shang dynasty, I do believe. You’d have to ask Mac for sure. He’s the antiques dealer.” Methos stated. “You can go look at them up close. I remember you always had a passionate interest in swords.”
Daniel went to the wall, eyeing the ancient weapons. “They are beautiful.” He reached out to touch them, but remembered that he was a guest. “Where did you get them? I’ve never seen anything like them.” He placed his hands in his pocket.
“They are family heirlooms,” Duncan answered before Methos could chime in. The two men quickly caught each other’s eye. Methos walked toward Daniel, taking down one of the swords, handling it to Daniel. “You can touch it. Its beautiful, isn’t it.”
Daniel held the sword, turning it over to examine the blade. Running his finger down the blade, he eyed its beauty. “Yes, thank you,” he said as he returned the sword to the rack.
Jack watched the exchange, wondering what these two were hiding. His military training knew they were hiding something, probably very big. He just didn’t have any idea what it might be.
“So… Duncan, you’re an antiques dealer. How’d you get into that line of work?”
“A relative of mine died a few years ago. He had an antiques business and I took over the business.’
“I’m sorry,” Jack said earnestly as he saw the unmistakable look of pain in Duncan’s eyes. “What did you do before that?”
“Actually I was a professor. Still teach some at NYU. History. The antique business seemed a likely fit when it fell in my lap,” Duncan answered as he took a swig of his beer.
“So how’d you meet Adam? Seems a history professor would have little opportunity to meet a linguist.”
Duncan stood up, walking toward the window. The sun was shining in, hitting Jack solidly in the eyes. Duncan closed the blind; Jack acknowledged the gesture by a nod of his head in thanks.
“You ask a lot of questions,” Duncan remarked.
Ignoring the statement, Jack asked again, “meeting Adam?”
“Adam is more than a linguist, he’s an ancient civilizations expert as well. I had some texts that I saw in an auction and I requested his expertise in determining their authenticity. After all, while I am an expert in antiques, I can’t know every aspect of the trade.” Duncan walked over to the couch, taking the empties back to the kitchen. “Another?” he questioned.
“Yes, please,” Daniel replied.
“Sure,” Jack called out.
Methos watched the exchange between Duncan and Jack.
“I hope you’re satisfied now Jack. It’s my turn to ask the questions. After all, you said you were here to find me, but wouldn’t tell me why. So, care to elaborate on your answer or have Duncan and I not passed your military scrutiny?” Methos asked.
Jack smiled. “How did you know?”
“I may be an academic now, but that is not all I’ve been. Someone has been following me for the last few days and I would venture to say that he belongs to the same outfit you do. Am I correct?”
Daniel laughed. Jack elbowed him. “Ow. That hurt,” Daniel responded out loud. “See Jack, your operatives are not infallible.”
“Care to tell me what is going on.” Methos repeated, looking at Jack as he seemed to do most of the talking.
Daniel looked at Jack for permission to proceed. Nodding his head, Jack gave his approval.
“Well… Um… Adam. We work for the government and need your help in translating some ancient texts. I told Jack about you and he wanted to be sure that the Dr. Pierson he discovered was the Dr. Pierson I knew about ten years ago.” Daniel looked at his shoes, then at the window, keeping his eyes away from Adam. “He sent his contacts to check you out. I’m sorry.”
Recognizing Daniel’s sincerity by his familiar habit of looking away when he was upset, Adam quickly lost his anger, “I’m flattered, but why me. There are plenty of linguists in the world.”
Daniel thought, ‘Here comes the hard part, convincing Adam without really telling him the whole truth. Duncan’s approval is just as important as Adam’s acceptance to work with me. Without it, I doubt Adam would agree. Our task is too important to let a lover, and that is what Duncan is, to interfere in this project. There is too much at stake for everyone involved.’
As his thoughts swirled, Daniel explained, “Yes, there are many talented linguists out there, but I think you’re the only one who can help me translate these ancient texts. You were always working on some obscure translation, frequently seeking the little known pieces. You always encouraged me and never let a difficult work bog you down. I found some of your recent translations and they were remarkable,” Daniel explained as he moved his hands in emphasis.
“I’m flattered that you went to so much trouble,” Methos cocked his head in Daniel’s direction as he took another drink of his beer.
“It wasn’t trouble. I needed to find you. The work I’m involved in requires exact accuracy and I think you’re the only one that can help me.”
“Help me, Obi Wan Kenobi. Help me. You’re my only hope,” Methos quipped.
The others looked at him quizzically.
“Never mind. I see I’m dealing with pop culture illiterates here. I guess the past is more important to this discussion.”
Methos finished his beer, sitting in silence for a few moments.
“Tell me more about this text. What is so important about it? Why is the military interested in it? You’ve not told me a lot.”
Jack nodded for Daniel to answer the question. “Remember how I was always interested in ancient cultures?” Daniel asked as he waited for a sign from Adam.
Nodding Adam remarked, “Yes. Seems to me that your work got you into more trouble then praise. If I remember correctly no one believed your claims.”
“Well yes you’re right, but you always believed in me.” Daniel gave him one of his hundred watt smiles. “I never thought you laughed at me,” he continued, the serious face returning. “My current project is working on a text that will hopefully lead us to Atlantis.”
Methos looked at Daniel, a frown on his face. “And you need my help with this?”
“Umm, Yeah. The writing is obscure and I could really use your help. I guess put like that it does sound crazy.” Daniel looked at Jack, hoping for some guidance.
“Why don’t you try telling me the whole truth Daniel? If I accept your request, I’m bound to figure it out.”
Daniel squirmed in his seat. Jack cocked his head and smiled. Daniel recognized the look as one of permission.”
“I’m looking for Atlantis. That is the truth. The texts I’m using to locate the city are written in an ancient language. With your knowledge of obscure works, I thought you would be the perfect candidate,” Daniel stated simply.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, but I still think there is more to this search then you’re telling me as I can’t imagine the U.S. government seeking my help in a search that has been going on for thousands of years.”
Methos paused in his conversation, looking at Jack and Duncan. Jack smiled at Daniel and his posture was relaxed. Duncan on the other hand was on edge, his posture stiff and his eyes cautious. Methos knew he would have to work on his lover if he accepted this position. Working with Daniel intrigued him, excited him. When he’d known Daniel, Daniel was a promising scholar. Now it appeared he was working for the government, a position that didn’t really fit his personality. There were mysteries here and he wanted to solve them. He knew he would have to convince Duncan that he was safe, but since neither of them felt any Immortals, he was fairly certain this would not be as issue.
“Let me think about your offer. When do you need an answer?”
Daniel answered, “Actually Adam, there really is some urgency in the translation. So a quick response would be appreciated.”
Eyebrows going up at the comment, Adam said, “What aren’t you telling me? People have been searching for Atlantis for a long time. What could be so urgent?”
“Um, Ah I’m not at liberty to tell you unless you accept,” Daniel answered.
“I see. Military intelligence. What an oxymoron? I’ll have an answer for you by tomorrow.” His interest peeking as this bit of information was shared.
“Thank you, Adam. It was good seeing you again. You look happy. I’m glad.” Daniel stuck out his hand to shake Adam’s hand and then did the same to Duncan. Jack also shook both men’s hands and nodded at them.
Duncan let them out of the loft, turning to Methos as he saw his lover sprawl on the couch.
“That was interesting. Wonder what they’re not telling us. Atlantis, hmm. I bet you know where the real Atlantis is, don’t you? “ Duncan laughed as he looked at his lover.
Methos stood up, walking into the kitchen area of their apartment. Reaching up to the cabinets, he got down a glass, filling it with tap water. Taking a drink before he spoke, he smiled at Duncan’s friendly ribbing.
“Well… Atlantis is a fable, you know. Plato wrote about it and I think I was…. Hmm I don’t remember where I was at the time. It just seems odd that the government hires an archeologist and linguist to translate some old text to find a lost city. People have been searching for Atlantis for years. It probably exists, but there is more to the story then they are telling us.”
“Really... “ Duncan drawled. “You think they’re telling you the whole truth, Methos?”
Duncan walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to study its contents. “ What about fish for dinner. The Mahi Mahi I bought at the market sounds good.”
“So what are you going to do? Are you going to go to work for the U.S. government?” Duncan asked as he took out the fish and pulled the spices off the rack.
“Daniel was always very honest. He really believed someone other than the Egyptians built the pyramids. He was right; I just couldn’t tell him at the time. Somehow I think the ancient text he is trying to translate is important too. He must have good reasons to seek me out. He never was impulsive.”
“That means you’ll say yes?” Duncan asked as he dropped a brief kiss on Methos’ neck.
“I guess it does.”
“Need I remind you that you are talking about voluntarily working for a government agency, a military agency at that? Have you lost your mind?” Duncan’s voice raised an octave as he remembered his capture by the mad doctor wanting to experiment on him after he saw him heal from a fatal accident. “If they find out our secret, it could be disastrous. I’ve been around men who find out our secret and we become their personal science projects.” He remembered how the doctor died in the fire and he didn’t want anything like that happening again. While Daniel was not that type of doctor, if Methos’ Immortality was discovered the government would want to experiment and Daniel would most likely be caught in the middle. He didn’t want that to happen to Methos or Daniel. It would be better for everyone if Methos said no. “I don’t want that to happen to you. I want you around for a long time.”
Turning toward Duncan, he returned the kiss, this time kissing him on the lips. “I’ve lived over 5,000 years, Mac. I can take care of myself. Besides it will be fun working with Daniel. He is so brilliant.”
Stepping back a few feet, Duncan looks at Methos, seeing the mischief in his eyes. “I can’t change your mind?”
“No. I trust Daniel. Nothing will happen to me. I promise,” Methos said as he kissed Duncan on the lips. “Let’s have some couscous with the fish.” Methos went to the pantry, getting out the grain.
Kissing Methos, Duncan smiled at his playfulness, “Yes I bet you will have fun. Try to be careful, Methos. I know you trust Daniel, but…”
“Thanks. Seeing that Jack and Daniel aren’t from around here, I think I will need some fortification. They said I’d need to join them in Colorado,” Methos said as he caressed Duncan’s chest and arms.
“I guess the fish can wait.” Duncan smiled as he eyed his lover. “I’ll cook it later.”
The two men walked to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing down the hallway. Methos lay on the bed, waiting for his lover. As Duncan joined him, he lay facing Methos.
“So you need fortification for your upcoming trip?” Duncan teased as he ran his hand down Methos’ side caressing the firm body.
“Colorado is very far away and…” he left the sentence unfinished as he moved towards Duncan, kissing his nipple. As he sucked, nipped and licked the darkened flesh, Methos felt Duncan’s erection growing as it pressed against his own hard cock. Pushing his hips toward his lover, he moved his mouth toward Duncan’s, deep kissing the soft lips. Duncan returned the kiss, his tongue dueling with Methos’. They were in no hurry and continued kissing, ignoring their aching erections. Methos’ hands ran up and down Duncan’s spine, while Duncan’s hands caressed Methos’ ass, kneading it.
Methos pushed his ass into Duncan’s hands, enjoying the stimulation. Recognizing the tell tale signs, Duncan grabbed the lube from under the pillow, quickly squirting some on his fingers. Moving his fingers down Methos’ cleft, he inserted one into the tight hole.
Methos yelled, “Yes. Do it.”
Duncan finished preparing his lover, flipping him over on his belly.
“On your knees,” Duncan commanded as Methos moved to all fours.
Grabbing Methos’ hips, Duncan lined up his cock, slowing pushing it into his lover.
“You feel so good, so tight.”
“Less talk. Move,” Methos demanded as he pushed back towards Duncan.
Duncan held Methos’ hips as he pushed in and out of the tight channel. He felt his balls tightening, the roil in his stomach alerting him to his impending release. Taking one hand off of Methos’ hips, he grabbed Methos’ cock, pulling it and stroking it, bringing his lover to orgasm.
Duncan rolled Methos on his side, staying inside him as they spooned against each other. Kissing Methos’ neck and shoulder, he caressed his lover as they both recovered from their lovemaking.
As his body returned to normal, Methos poked MacLeod with his elbow, “Give me the towel, MacLeod. I’m sticky and the bed’s wet,” he quipped as he rolled over. “I need a nap, but I guess we should change the sheets. Lord knows I don’t like sleeping in the wet spot.”
Duncan grabbed the towel and dried them off. They quickly changed the sheets and returned to bed.
“Guess that fish will have to wait for another time,” Duncan said as he placed a light kiss on Methos’ temple. “When we get up, I’ll make us an early dinner.”
Methos gave Duncan a kiss on the cheek. “Sounds good. After all, you are the better cook.”
After meeting with Duncan and Adam, Jack and Daniel had the remainder of the day to themselves.
“I notified the driver that we won’t be needing his services so we have the day to ourselves. Want to return to the museum?” Jack asked, hoping Daniel would decline.
“Well. I was hoping that we could go back to the hotel and rest. I’m really tired.” Daniel yawned, placing his hand over his mouth.
Jack laughed, “Why Dr. Jackson, if I didn’t know better…”
Daniel smiled at Jack, “Yeahsureyoubetcha. Sounds like a plan. Let’s rest.”
They took a cab to their hotel, quickly returning to their room and heading for the bed. “So, do you think Adam will accept our offer?” Jack asked as he caressed Daniel’s chest.
“I hope so. I think I gave him some really good arguments, but…”
Jack pushed up, leaning on his elbow as he looked at Daniel, “But… “
Daniel continued, “Duncan doesn’t trust us and I think Duncan has a lot of influence on Adam. Actually, I’m not sure Adam trusts us either.”
“I think you’re right. He seems rather suspicious for an academic. There is something about him. I think I understand what you meant by ancient souls. He appears to be very old, much older then the information I dug up would suggest.”
Daniel moved his hand down to Jack’s partially erect cock, caressing it to fullness. “I think we’ve talked about our mission for way too long General. I suggest a new mission.” Daniel moved his mouth to Jack’s erection, going down on him.
“Mmm, feels good, Daniel. I agree with your plan.”
The following day, Adam called Jack and Daniel’s hotel room informing them he agreed to take the job. They settled the details and it was agreed that Adam would be in Colorado in one week. This would give him an opportunity to wrap up his current business in New York.
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