Of Biblical Proportions (10/11) June 1999 IV It had been a busy morning for Amy and Julia. They had stopped by the Northern African Watcher Headquarters and picked up several airtight cases in which to place the fragile scrolls. All of the Egyptian experts there, were eagerly waiting for the newest treasure to come into their hands. During a late night meeting they had decided to keep the info within the Watchers until they had verified that the material was suited for the general public. Hashira and several other experts wanted to accompany the two women, but Amy explained how shy Methos was and how he really didn't want a lot of Watcher gawkers. Amy could see the laughter in Julia's eyes after that statement. They arrived at the hotel, commandeered a luggage cart and placed their special cases on it to take to the room. Other than a few odd glances, no one interfered. "You think he'll change his mind?" Julia asked, concerned. "Like the scrolls might be gone and he's sitting in his room just waiting to tell us it was a big joke?" "It's something to think about. You did say he was in a hurry to get rid of you last night. He might have found something he doesn't want anyone to know about." "Judging from what he's said, most of the stuff he copied were general texts, not anything to do with Immortals or even Watchers. He did say that some of his personal journals were there, but I bet he spent all night separating them and hiding them in his car." "Except for the one on Marcus?" Julia gently chided. Amy blushed slightly, then deliberately changed the subject. "I wonder if he found anything to help MacLeod?" "Things look grim. I can't believe that after almost a week, he's still not coming out of the barge or agreeing to see anyone." "Yeah, even Dawson." Their whole relationship still grated on her nerves. "Why do you sound so jealous? You had a great relationship with Marcus. He both liked and respected you." "I am not jealous," Amy retorted. "Maybe it's because MacLeod knows that Dawson's his Watcher and Marcus didn't have a clue about you." The elevator doors slid open. Amy dismissed her friend's observations and concentrated on what was ahead. Pierson's door was wide open. That didn't bode well. They wheeled the cart to the entrance and both women stared in amazement. The oldest Immortal was dressed in a three-piece business suit and had a small carry-on case sitting at his feet. "About time you ladies got here. The scrolls I'm giving you are piled on the other side of the bed. I'm about to catch a plane for Paris and try and deal with the train-wreck that used to be the Highlander. When you finish doing whatever, just hand in the key. I'll check out as I leave." Amy stood there dumbfounded. He was leaving? "Aren't you going to go over what the scrolls are?" "I'm sure the Watchers have their own professionals who can do that, including you two. I really can't take the time to label all of them. Just be happy that I'm giving them to you at all." "But-- but--," Amy stuttered. "Thank you, Mr. Pierson," Julia cut in. Methos gave them both an enigmatic smile and walked out of the room. "We'd better get to work so you can take the next flight to France," Julia interjected, dragging Amy from her disappointment. "I was hoping to learn more from him." "Next time." Julia dragged the cart all the way in the room and closed the door. Soon the women became so engrossed in the collection that they forgot all about time.