DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Panzer/Davis Productions. No = copyright infringement is inferred or implied. I'm just borrowing them = for a while.=20 "Full Circle"=20 Chapter 1=20 The ink-filled brush slid silently over the paper, writing with elegant = strokes characters which to most eyes would mean nothing. But to the man = who sat cross- legged on the floor, inkwell to one side of him, it was = all very clear what it read. In silence, he dipped the brush into the = ink, slid it back out along the rim of the bottle and began writing = anew.=20 The characters, if they could have been translated, were of a journal of = a life long past. It was something that as each character was written, = reflected on the writer's face what it meant and seemed to portray a = memory.=20 He laid down the brush on the paper and began to make another character = when the phone rang startling him causing him to spill the ink all over = paper and floor and ruining his efforts. "Dammit!" he sharply swore out = loud and picked up the receiver as he cradled it on his shoulder. = "Pierson," he curtly said as he searched and found a rag to clean up the = mess left by the ink.=20 He listened for a moment as he wiped up the ink and threw away the = paper, then paused as he curled his hand about the receiver tightly. = "I'm sorry-- would you mind repeating that?"=20 "Adam, I thought I'd let you know since you're working on the Methos = Chronicles that an old acquaintance of his is back in Paris. At least we = think he was an acquaintance."=20 Pierson's nostrils flared as his eyes narrowed when the name was = mentioned.=20 "Greyson." There was a pause. "Is it possible that he and Methos knew = one another? I mean, it's a possibility, isn't it?"=20 His eyebrows drew closer on his forehead as he frowned. "There's always = that possibility, Gerard. Both of them are or would be very old, if = indeed Methos exists." His mind raced ahead to what he knew was in his = best interest--get out of Paris immediately. "Has Darius been contacted = by Greyson? He was Greyson's teacher after all."=20 "We haven't seen anything, been fairly quiet according to Darius' = Watcher. But Darius is an easy assignment; not much goes on with him."=20 Pierson's eyes raced about the room as he made his excuses and said = goodbye to Gerard. He hung up the phone, threw the rag to one side, = grabbed his keys to his Land Rover and headed out the door. After a = moment, he re-entered and grabbed his Ivanhoe that sat near the door. = Better be safe than sorry. Let alone dead, he thought to himself.=20 He drove across the Seine as he wove in and out of traffic easily as if = he had been doing it all his life when, in reality, only a miniscule of = time was taken up by this machine's making and his learning it. Pulling = up and parking near an older church he got out, eyes darting around him = and senses reaching to see if anyone else was around he didn't want to = meet up with. With swift strides, he made it onto the church grounds and = heaved a sigh of relief.=20 Holy ground.=20 He entered the chapel and kept to the shadows and darkness as his eyes = got accustomed to the interior and waited as the thrumming of another = filled his senses.=20 Inside the rectory, Darius stiffened and turned his head to look in the = direction of the chapel.=20 Someone had come.=20 Someone with a long lifetime of living. One of the few old ones left = from what he could sense.=20 He entered the chapel and saw no one. "Who's there?"=20 Silence.=20 "Who's there?" From behind, at the back of the chapel, came a voice, one = that made him open his eyes wide in surprise.=20 "Hello, Darius. Been a long time."=20