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"The Secret War" - chapter 5

Tuesday October 24, 1995

Methos took Kristin Gilles' head last night. He claims it broke a 200-year streak. Maybe so. Maybe not. MacLeod believes it, anyway.

Don't get me wrong; I'm glad Kristin's dead. Mac has a bad habit of leaving his enemies breathing, particularly old friends or lovers. And that doesn't do much for his life expectancy. I'm okay with falsifying the Chronicles to put the kill in MacLeod's name, even though putting misinformation in there goes against the grain. But Methos could have told me he was sending Kristin's Watcher an email in my name, claiming that Kristin was heading over to Richie's place. I'll back his play, but I'd like a look at the playbook.

Veronique Millet was pissed, and I don't blame her. Missing the Challenge where her Immortal lost her head is not gonna look good on Millet's record. I did my best to smooth things over, considering I didn't know a thing about it until her call woke me out of a sound sleep. I sent in a supplementary note to my report, taking full responsibility for the bad intel. She shouldn't have to take the fall, just cause she's been in the Paris HQ often enough to recognize Adam Pierson. He's playing a damn dangerous game here, especially if the Hunters are sniffing around.


Thursday October 26, 1995

Methos created a secure storage system for my private journals. I've been worried about who might get their paws on them since I first started bending the rules by talking to Mac way back in '93. If there are Hunters around, it's much more dangerous than before. I'd considered not writing any more, and destroying my old journals. But Methos appreciates the value of a man's journals, so he set me up.

I've got this crazy idea that someday the Watchers will pull their heads out of their collective asses, and my journals might help to set the record straight.


Saturday October 28, 1995

Today I took Methos to Freeway Park, a concrete and water "park" downtown. He seemed to really like it, said he'd always been fond of stone gardens for their "illusion of permanence". It was raining pretty hard, so we had the place to ourselves. We finally had a chance to get down to some serious conspiring. We talked about who to trust, recruitment, cell structure, guerilla tactics, secure communications and strategy. Methos taught me how to run a book code. You need the peoples sending and receiving messages to have identical copies of a book. A message starts with a number to describe the page of the book you're looking at. Each letter in the alphabet gets assigned a value. To decode a message you add the value of the first letter on the page to the first letter of the message, to find the actual letter. It's slow, but near impossible to break.

I asked Methos where he learned all that spy shit. He claimed it came from reading too many Tom Clancy novels. Bullshit. Someday I will shake that man until honest-to-God names, dates and places come flying out his mouth.

Book shopping with Adam Pierson is a hoot, though. A scholar and a retired rare book dealer got every right to cop an attitude when they walk into Barnes and Nobles. And Adam has taste. Not good taste, necessarily, but taste. We paid cash and walked out with 16 pairs of books.


Friday November 3, 1995

Let’s see, where to begin? Oh, yeah, I got to jam with Claudia Jardine. So that makes it kind of a red-letter day. Mac must have had Claudia pegged as a pre-Immortal for years. Walter Reinhart decided to jump-start Claudia into Immortality by shooting her. She refused to let MacLeod train her with a sword, and just continued on her tour. Incredible talent, but with that attitude, I wouldn’t play with her as a regular thing. Not worth the drama.

Speaking of drama: Methos' taken off on a world tour with my waitress, Alexa. I just don’t get him. One day he’s helping me set up a plan to save the Watchers, the next he takes off to show a dying girl a good time. OK, so maybe we are all dying, by his standards. But still …

He told me the Watchers would still be here in 6 months; Alexa wouldn’t. Is it selfless, putting Alexa’s needs above all else? Selfish, taking off to have some fun when I need his help? Maybe he really is in love. Maybe this is some kind of 5000-year wisdom that I wouldn’t recognize if it bit me on the ass. Methos, you better treat her right.

One part of me keeps whispering that it's a pretty damn convenient time for Adam Pierson to take a leave of absence from the Watchers. Were things getting too hot for him? I'm trying not to listen to that voice. But a little paranoia might come in handy over the next few months.

I don't know if I can pull this off without him.

Read chapter 6.

Comments

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elistaire
Jan. 14th, 2007 01:28 am (UTC)
I'm really enjoying how this is woven into the canon.
keerawa
Jan. 14th, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)
Yeah, my beta said, "So, talks to Joe about starting an opposition to the Hunters, and then takes off for a few months vactaion?!?"

And I was like, "Well, that's what happens in canon..."
holde_maid
Jan. 16th, 2007 04:40 pm (UTC)
He seemed to really like it, said he'd always been fond of stone gardens for their "illusion of permanence".

Apt, very apt. *smirk*
keerawa
Jan. 16th, 2007 07:39 pm (UTC)
It's a bit chilling, really. What lasts 5,000 years?

There's the Great Sphinx, but it was half-buried and eroded all to hell. When the stones that made up the great cities you saw as a young Immortal have been ground to dust, what is permanence?

This is why I find writing Methos rather intimidating.
holde_maid
Jan. 16th, 2007 08:46 pm (UTC)
Interesting. For me writing Methos is much more coming home than Joe could ever be.

Maybe it's the different background. Joe is very American in many respects.

But then, there's also the intellectual aspect of habitually retreating into one's own mind as a refuge of sorts. I've done that since I was a kid, just to keep boredom at bay. :-) I think that might be something I have in common with Methos, except he does it for different reasons, of course.
holde_maid
Jan. 16th, 2007 08:51 pm (UTC)
Hmm, or it's because I'm Gemini. You know, they say Gemini have more than one face, sort of (Don't know how to translate "Janus-köpfig" *LOL*). And so does Methos. Joe, however, is always and utterly himself. He is not the type to slip into another man's skin, as we'd say in German. ;-)
holde_maid
Jan. 16th, 2007 08:51 pm (UTC)
What do you think makes Joe feel so homely to you as a writer?
keerawa
Jan. 16th, 2007 09:48 pm (UTC)
Well, Mortals are alway easier because, to a certain extent, we share the same background and perspective. Joe certainly is very American, which also helps. I know, for example, that to Joe the color red probably symbolizes stop, danger, sex. Duncan I'd have to do some historical research to be sure.

Methos? Maybe it makes him think of blood, or his time as a cranberry picker, or that century he spent as a priest of Horus. There is no way of knowing. None.

Methos has these different aspects of himself, which we see at different times in the show. Then there's the fact that, at least in my mind, he lies all the time. As protective coloration. As a competitive sport. As entertainment. There's no telling if anything that comes out of his mouth is true. Now, that leaves a lot of room for authors to create their own visions, hence the many and delightful Methoi of fanfiction. But it's sort of like working without a net.

"The Price of Intereference" was the first fanfiction I ever wrote. A Joe Muse just showed up in my head, pulled up a chair, and started telling me what's what. So writing Joe is very familiar and comforting to me.
holde_maid
Jan. 20th, 2007 04:09 pm (UTC)
*nods* Yeah, experience is a definite plus, and you gain that with every piece you write about a character. Joe is very much straightforward, I feel. I guess I like the fact that with Methos you're never quite sure just how many levels of truth, half-truth or lie are behind any given sentence. :-)
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