::AN- Before you start reading, I want to say that while there is an OC in here, the story will NEVER be from her POV. All but one section of this story is from Face's POV. The one that's not is from Murdock's. The only reason she is in a scene it to provide exposition about the Highlander universe, or background for other characters. I don't have too good a grasp on Methos, so I couldn't use him and I didn't like any of the other canon Highlander characters for that part. Also, a bit of head canon for me is that Rebecca survived the episode 'Legacy'::

Face crouched just inside the sliding door of the van, which was parked next to a warehouse. Hannibal was standing just outside the fence around the warehouse. Murdock and BA were inside liberating the last of the equipment Boss needed for his plan. He had been standing with the boss, but it had started to rain. He knew that Washington State was considered the rainiest place in the country, but Seacouver was the rainiest place in the State!

The gate opened and BA bulky frame appeared, tool belts hanging off his arms. In his hands was a box of explosives. Murdock emerged next, arms full of metal. Hannibal took the box from BA and handed it off to Face, who carefully placed it in the back of the van. Murdock was still a few steps away from the van when he stopped, cocked his head and stared across the lot.

"Uh-oh, that's-that's not good!" he nearly tossed his armload into the van, running around to the other side.

"Watch it, Fool."

"Murdock! What's wrong?" Face jumped out of the way of the metal and followed the pilot, the other two suit. The pilot ran to the lot across the road. Stopping just outside of a circle of light created by the streetlights, he raised his hand, ran it through his hair and squeezed the back of his neck, just as metallic clanking rang out.

"WHAT THE HELL!" BA yelled as they caught up to Murdock. There was a man and a woman in the circle of light. They rushed towards each other, swords-swords!-held high. They weren't playing. The man took a vicious swipe at the woman, sword raking across her stomach, white shirt turning red. They watched in stunned silence for a minute. "We should stop them." Face and Hannibal nodded.

"But which one?" Face asked. Murdock's gaze never wavered from the combatants. It wasn't until the barrel of BA's gun passed his head the he reacted.

"NO! BA, don't!" he screamed, reaching out and tried to push the gun down. The scream echoed around the lot. The fighters stopped, swords locked, to stare at them. The woman looked shocked, the man grinned.

"Oh, we have an audience, but it means I don't need you anymore." the male fighter said, reaching to the small of his back, he pulled out a dagger and thrust it into the woman's chest. That seemed to make up BA's mind as he fired at the man. Three bullets enter his chest, but amazingly, he only staggered back. Sirens could be heard in the distance, the rent-a-cops for the construction company were coming. The man cocked his head, smirking, "Later." he turned and ran into the shadows.

Murdock was the first to react. He ran for the woman, sliding on his knees the last foot. The others followed him. BA slapped his hand away as he reached for the hilt of the dagger.

"You crazy, man!" BA yelled, "You know better than that."

"Bosco, Let me." He pushed the big guy away so hard that the mechanic fell back. He yanked the dagger out and tossed it way. The woman gasped, coughing up blood.

"Hon? Whennes yow hir" she said. Face couldn't place her accent. Then realized it was because she wasn't speaking English. At least he didn't think so as Murdock responded in the same language. It sounded a bit like he should know it, but he could only catch a word here and there that sounded like badly pronounced English. The woman coughed again, then was still.

"See, I told you." BA said, but Murdock ignored him.

"Help me." He grasped the woman's arms "Bosco, get her legs. Face, the van's still open, right?"

"What? You're not putting a dead body in my van!"

"We have to go, they're coming." The sirens were getting louder.

"Do it, Sergeant!" Hannibal ordered. "We'll figure this out later." Face took off, grabbing the dagger on the way to the van. He shoved boxes and metal out of the way, glad there was already a tarp down.

"Hannibal, get those." The pilot said, nodding to the sword and coat that lay near the woman. They had just lifted the body into the van when breaks squealed. The rent-a-cops arrived. They jumped out of their car, guns drawn. Murdock jumped into the van; BA was setting her legs down when the rent-a-cops opened fire. BA jerked and fell forward.

"Shit!" Face yelled, "Get him in!" Murdock jumped out and pushed the mechanic in, sliding the door shut as Hannibal stomped on the gas.

"How bad is it?" He asked from the driver's seat, glancing in the rear-view.

"Not good." Face's hands were bloody from pressing on the wounds. He didn't know what they were going to do. They couldn't exactly go to a hospital and they were too far away from Dr. Maggie. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a hand smack against flesh.

"Come on, come on, WAKE UP!" He looked up, worried that BA had lost consciousness. But what he saw was Murdock smack the woman again. Despite the seriousness of the situation he couldn't help but comment.

"I think that ones dead, buddy, try the other one." Then fell back as the woman gasped and sitting up.

"BLOODY HELL! That Fucking HURTS! I'm gonna-" what ever she said was lost to Face as she stared speaking that language again. Murdock grabbed her shoulder, shaking her, getting her attention.

"Do you still know Dr. Adams? Is he still a doctor?" he asked.

"Yes and no, but yes." She said looking at BA, before grabbing the coat beside her. Reaching into the pocket she pulled out a phone and hit the speed dial. "Come on, pick up! Damn it Adam, pick up! Hey, it's me, do you have your doctors bag with you. Good…No, they can't…Yeah, it's looks bad. Where are you? Prefect, we'll meet you out front." She hung up. "Turn here." She told Hannibal.

She gave them directions until they pulled into the parking lot of a bar with a neon light proclaiming it 'JOE'S'. There was a man waiting outside. He was tall, lean, wearing a trench coat and holding a doctors bag. Murdock opened the sliding door. He climbed in, took stock of the situation.

"I'm going to need some where clean?" His voice was English.

"My cabin." The woman said as she climbed up to the passenger seat to give Hannibal more direction. He followed them out of the city, down a long drive that lead to a cabin set at the base of the mountain. Between the five of them, they got BA inside and into one of the bedrooms. The Doctor shutting the door on them all.

The main floor to the cabin was open, the large living room led into the impressive looking kitchen. Murdock leaned back against the kitchen island, arms wrapped around himself, staring at the closed door. The woman threw the retrieved coat and sword onto the couch and approached him, placing a hand on his arm.

"He's going to be okay, right?"

"You know he is, Hon. Adam's just gone through school again, so he's as up to date as possible. Come on, lets wash your hands." She pulled him over to the sink.

Face watched them, conversing softly in that language. There was something about the way they interacted that set him on edge. It was obvious that they knew each other, but in the ten years that they had known Murdock, he had never mentioned her. He took their place at the sink, washing away BA's blood, glancing at the closed door, hoping that this Dr. Adams would be able to save Bosco.

On his way back to the couch, he took in the photos in the room. There was one photo that really caught his attention because Murdock was in it. That wonderful lopsided smile of his on his lips, playful sparkle in his eyes. His arms were up along the back of a restaurant booth, and tucked under each arm was a woman. On the left was the woman who was currently holding him on the couch. On the other side was a gorgeous redhead. Both were leaning in to him, contented smiles on their faces.

There were so many thoughts running through his head that he was glad when the bedroom door open and the doctor walked out. Hannibal shot up.

"How is he?"

"Okay, for right now." The doctor said, going over to the sink. "I managed to take all but one of the bullets out, but to get that one, he's going to need to under something strong. I can get the supplies I need and do it tomorrow. He should be fine until then."

"Thank you Dr..."

"Adam Pierson." He said, drying his hands and holding one out. Hannibal took it.

"Thank you Dr. Pierson."

"Just Adam." He walked over to the fridge, opened it, then closed it with a sigh. "No beer. Why do you never have any beer?"

"Why do you keep looking in there when you know I don't have any beer?

"How about we finish introductions," Face said. "then maybe someone would like to explain what the hell was going on at the construction site?"

"The kids right. I'd like to know why I got pulled away for Joe's, where they have beer, to here, where you don't."

"I just got back from Rebecca's. I wasn't expecting you to invade and pillage my liquor stash for another week!"

"I haven't pillaged for a few millennium! I work strictly behind the scenes now."

"Right, is that what you're doing with Macleod?" she turned back to Face. "So, introductions," she frowned, "Aren't really needed, except to say that my name is Kyleen McShane. Hon's already told us all about the three of you."

"Hon?"

"Yeah," she passed her hand through Murdock's hair. Face bit his lip to keep the frown off his face. They were close, closer then people who didn't mention each other to their very best friend. Murdock went on leave by himself sometimes, he never said where he was going. Always seemed happier when he got back, they had always joked that maybe he was meeting someone, a girlfriend.

"So the construction site." Face asked, cutting that thought off. "Because that was some weird shit. And what the hell happened with that dagger, 'cause I couldn't have sworn that it went into your heart." He eyed the bloody spot on her shirt.

Kyleen sighed, meeting Murdock eyes, holding the gaze for a few seconds, before he nodded. "It did."

"It couldn't have, your still alive."

"This will be hard to believe, but I'm still alive because I'm immortal."

"Yeah, right" Face snorted.

"It's true, Facey. I've known Kyleen since I was three. She helped raise me when Mama was getting sick. And took me to my Grandparents after Mama died."

"Hannibal?"

"I don't know, Kid. We both saw the dagger. It went in cleanly, straight through the heart, but she's here now. And Murdock says it's true." He shrugged.

"Okay, so you're immortal, you can never die? What was with the swords?"

"Immortal is a bit of a misnomer." Adam said. He had found something suitable alcoholic and perched himself on an armchair. "It's what we call ourselves, because it's what you mortals understand the best."

"Wait, you too?"

"Yes, me too." he rolled his eyes "we don't age and can survive most of what would kill you. Gunshots, stabbings, broken necks, poison, etc. We will seem to 'die' as our bodies recover, but will wake up a little while later. Recover time varies for immortal to immortal based on type and frequency of 'killing'"

"You don't age?" Hannibal and Murdock laughed, knowing why that was what he would ask about. Face eyed Kyleen up and down. He would guess that she was around 30 "So, in 70 years you'll be 100 years old, but still look like this?" this time Murdock and Adam howled with laughter.

"Oh, to only be a hundred! So young!" Adam said sagely, then burst into giggles.

"Oh, Facey, don't you know it's wrong to ask a lady her age." Kyleen blinked at him.

"You've got the right idea, I'll still look like this in seventy years, but I won't be a hundred, I'll be...856." It was Face's turn to blink.

"You're..."

"786 years old."

"And the swords?" the Lieutenant asked, trying to wrap his mind around the idea that the woman in front of him was born before people knew that the north American land mass existed.

"Well, there is one kind of wound that we don't recover from" she said, "and that's beheading. Lose you head, The Game's over for you."

"That doesn't really explain why you and that guy were attacking each other with swords."

"Slow on the uptake, isn't he?" Adam commented.

"Only always," Hannibal laughed, "Kid, swords are great for beheading."

"I know that!" Face fumed. "I meant why were you trying to kill each other?"

"That is a MUCH more complicated discussion which I think should be had at a later time. I'm going to check on my patient, and then if somebody could drive me back to Joe's, I'll get my car and get the supplies I need for tomorrow."

"I'll drive you." Hannibal said.

"I think we all should get some sleep." Kyleen said standing. "Colonel Smith, I'm sure you'll appreciate taking the second bed in the room with your Sergeant. Lieutenant Peck, feel free to use the other bedroom down here." As they said their 'goodnights', Face clenched his teeth as Kyleen and Murdock climbed the stairs to the single bedroom loft.