After the events of 'Highlander: Methos, the Hunter' Jenna and her new student Angel moved to Phoenix, Arizona to begin her training in the immortal arts. Angel's progress was swift and deadly as she became a powerful force against many immortals well over her young age.

With a successful kill rate, it was decided she would go out on her own and find another mentor for the young immortal, barely twenty years old she left her mentor to discover the world on her own.

With the echoes of the last year in still raging in her mind she became twisted and dark and set out to find the immortal responsible for the torture she was put threw… An Ancient immortal, named Methos.

Highlander: Methos, The Runner

For days he had been followed, at every turn the feel of the ever present immortal tormented him as he fled from city to city, country to country. Eventually he ended up in the one place no one would follow him a small secluded town in the middle of Greenland. With a population of under 40 it would be easy for an immortal to hide in the frozen waste land. After setting up home on the out skirts of the town he spent his days hunting for fish and meditating on the barren wasteland of ice he felt he was truly home.

For three weeks he worked frozen land he felt as if his life was finally making sense, after thousands of years he could relax, it wasn't long before the ever present threat once more took over him, the feeling of an immortal nearby. Fear gripped him as his head whipped around the frozen and barren wilderness as in the distance a fur covered silhouette emerged from the snow, it was time to face his nemesis, his torturer. Quickly he grabbed the long blade he had used for centuries and stepped onto the frozen lake.

"You want me?… Come and get me!" He screamed.

Slowly the dark figure moved towards him with hands raised until the figure was close enough for him to touch, or cut down. His body relaxed as a familiar voice called out too him over the screaming wind and blizzard conditions.

"What the hell are you doing out here? I've been looking for you for months"

"Macleod?"

"Who else… Can we go somewhere else? It's damn cold here"

"Actually I like it here, reminds me of the old days"

"You're an idiot, you know that!"

After a brief conversation they both decided to change locations, it was difficult to talk over the howling winds, they took refuge in the shack he had built not so long ago.

"So Macleod, what brings you to my humble abode?"

"Joe sent me, he's worried about you old-man"

"Yeah I know, I don't call, I don't… you get the idea Mac"

"Someone is out there Methos, Hunting immortals"

"I'm out of the game Macleod. That's why I'm here"

"I got that part…" Macleod said slowly. "… Methos, Jenna is dead"

"What?"

His eyes began to well up slightly, perhaps it could be from the wind and snow blasting threw the cracks in the poorly built shack, but Duncan Macleod knew him he knew what feelings he had for Jenna, any red blooded male would.

"How? Who?"

"We don't know. All we know is someone took her head in her sleep, blew out the entire building and killed three people at the same time"

"Holy shit!"

"Who ever it was, has now found a new target. Methos you're the next target"

Three Weeks Later…

The flight carrying the two immortals finally touched down on the runway and taxied to the airport, after a very lengthy inspection by customs the two immortals where allowed to re-enter the United States with their swords after some lengthy bargaining by Macleod, after taking a taxi threw the familiar town they finally reached their destination. Slowly with a sombre look on Methos' face they entered a small building.

"This place is a crap hole, even I would live here"

"Compared to your last place Methos, this is a palace. And warmer"

Mocking a Scottish accent Methos replied.

"What's the matter Duncan, I thought yee Highland folk are used to a l'il cold"

"Shut up!"

From a dark corner of a room they entered a voice called out.

"Well it's good too hear things haven't changed"

"Hello Dawson" Methos replied.

"I take it Mac told you about Jenna"

"Yes. You know how they say that after a Nuclear war, only roaches would survive? I always thought her too"

"She was one of a kind, wasn't she?"

Joe nodded slowly as he stood from his chair and opened a door behind him, from inside light bellowed out revealing a large study hall.

"New digs Joe?"

"Top of the line Methos, it puts the C.I.A to shame, come in… look around"

Looking around the two immortals entered what was obviously a work in progress as technicians worked on consoles and work stations in an attempt to bring the new department online.

Joe sat down at a station at the rear of the room and opened a folder, thumbing threw several papers he picked up two photos and slid them over to Methos, quickly he picked them up. The first was the remains of a large building.

"That picture was taken by a local reporter, they blamed an electrical fault"

"Some electrical fault" Methos replied.

"Unfortunately one of our own was killed when the building fell, a young watcher named Sarah Cane. Apparently she and Jenna where… close friends. The second is a grainy image of a young immortal we think killed her"

Instantly he switched photos and froze as he saw the face of the immortal.

"Fu…"

"We said that too Methos… Is it her?"

Methos looked closer at the photo then placed it on the desk and nodded slowly.

"That's her, Angel… it explains a lot"

"We know about your… stalker Methos, that's why you're here. She's growing stronger by the day, what you or Tanith, taught her has stuck with her… she's hunting immortals to get too you, and we think your next"

"I won't do it… I won't fight her"

"It may not be your choice" Macleod replied.

"Yes it is. I put that girl threw hell… and now she wants revenge. It's what I would do"

Methos and Macleod whipped their heads around as a voice called out from behind them.

"We all know what you would do Methos. You twisted that young girl, now we have to pick up the pieces"

Slowly Methos stood and walked towards the man entering the room.

"You don't have to do anything… Mr Smythe…"

"Ohh! but we do. Joseph called me in to help fix this situation, and when it's over… You and I have business"

"What possible business can you have with me? Aside from my boyish charms of course" He replied with a smile.

"Murder… of a dying boy… taking the life of a father and husband, need I go on?"

Slowly Methos lowered his head in shame as he spoke.

"All I ask is you forgive me…"

"Forgiveness I can not do, but once this is over…"

"I understand"

"But first we need your help"

"Whatever you need, doctor… lawyer… Indian chief… I've got paperwork to cover it all"

"Funny…"

Slowly Arthur Smythe joined the group as they began to plan out how to put an end to the latest problem, in the back of his mind Macleod laughed as he thought too himself. 'Every time Jenna is around, something bad happens… almost like Amanda'.