Last Train to Edanville

By Donna and Abs

The short young man stood and looked out toward the ocean. "Seems a shame to leave here," he said sadly. He had a British accent. 

"I know, Davy," said a Tall Texan, "but we just weren't makin' it here.  C'mon, New York'll be groovy." 

Davy Jones nodded and turned to the house, where Peter and Mickey were frantically trying to fit the boxes containing the drum set on top of their car. "Big cities are a lot of fun," he said, almost as if he was trying to convince himself.

"Oh they are!" said Mickey enthusiastically.  He let go of one of the boxes, it slipped, and he caught it just in time.  Meanwhile, Peter had turned green with fright.  "And New York has an ocean, too.  So we can still see the chicks on the beach!"

The other two joined in to help tie the drum set down, then finished packing all the rest of their instruments. "What time does the last train leave?" Peter asked. "Are we going to miss it?"

Mike checked his watch.  "No, we have some time.  C'mon guys, let's go."  They got into the beautiful red car and started driving to the train station.  They were excited about moving to New York City, but sad, too, no matter what they said to the contrary.

But by the time they got all the stuff from their car loaded onto a baggage cart, they were running late, and they had to hurry to get to the train! As they ran, some pushing and some pulling the cart, they had to grab boxes and guitar cases to keep them from falling on the ground. Reaching the baggage car, they started to stuff everything in as fast as they could, not noticing that something was odd around them.

For one thing, the engine of the train was very old-fashioned.  And there was only one baggage cart attached to it!  Where did they sit? they wondered.

Mike looked around. Where was the train station? Where was their car? Instead, they were on the outskirts of what looked like a town set in the middle of the Old West!

"Hey!" said a voice.  "What are you doin' over there?"  A young man came over to the four newcomers and looked them over.  "We can't use the train until the track is laid!"

"Something tells me that we aren't in California anymore," one of them whispered while several men dressed in cowboy type of outfits came up to help them unload what they had just stuffed into the baggage car. Once everything was loaded back onto the cart (and a lot better arranged this time!) they were told by one of them that he would take them to the Hotel so they can get settled in.

"Hotel, huh?" said Davy.  "Do they have shows there?"

"Nope, those are at the Cantina."

So, after going over to the Hotel and checking in, not really paying much attention to the pregnant woman coming from the kitchen but loving Nate's "groovy" long hair, they went on over to the Cantina to see if they could get work.  But outside the building they stopped.  "We're in trouble," said Mickey, hearing Beatle music.

"Groovy," Mike said as he opened the door. "It's them!" Up on the stage, the Fab Four were playing for a rather small audience. In this case, a small, six month old little girl who was bouncing on a man's knee while squealing and clapping her hands joyfully to the music.

There was something odd about the Four, though.  Two were soldiers, and one looked like a caveman!  Although Mickey seemed to think they had no chance competing with them, the man with the baby turned, saw them, and started to laugh in obvious enjoyment!  That is, until the little girl squirmed away from him and went crawling at the speed of light across the floor!

"Catch her!" he yelled as the little one bolted for the door. Davy, who was bringing up the rear, managed to scoop her up before she escaped. She giggled and squirmed to get down, wanting someone else to chase her.

"Our resident Wild Child," said Methos as he greeted the boys.  "Pleasure to meet you.  I'm Methos and that is Doireann."

"She's a little doll!" Davy said, tickling her chin. "Going to be a heart breaker some day too!"

"Like her mum," smiled Methos.  "I suppose you are wondering where you are.  If you sit and have a drink with me, I'll explain it, as well as how I happen to know your names."  He grinned temptingly.

"You know our names?" Mickey asked hopefully. “Cool!” Maybe there was hope after all!

Methos nodded, and pointed to them each, naming them as he went. "Were you expecting us?" asked Mike.

"Not exactly.  But they came, didn't they?" said Methos, pointing now to the stage.  "One word of advice, however.  They are not John, Paul, George and Ringo.  Not exactly.  That's Gripweed, *Colonel* Paul, George and Atouk!"

"That’s cool," Davy said, bouncing Doireann on his hip. "Is there any chance of getting a gig around here? If not, we need to get on the road again. We had one in New York lined up for us already."

"This is the only gig," said Methos.  "New York is a long way away.  You could go to Esperanza, where the weres and vamps live, but their clubs are not really the musical kind, and I tend to think you'd stand out in Camelot." He went on to explain to them were they were, and that they could not go back to the old world.

Peter reached out to tickle Doireann's chubby little cheek while he was listening to Methos, and she grabbed his finger and bit down on it, making the blond musician yelp. "Hey! That hurts, little girl!" 

"She's got four teeth already," said Methos proudly. 

Peter examined his finger. There were four little white marks where her teeth had pressed into his skin.  "I see! She is a cutie though. Is she yours?" 

"That's a matter for some debate," Methos smiled meaningfully.  "And, for your information, the women here seem extra. . . fertile?" 

The four of them exchanged looks. "Thanks for the warning," Mike drawled. "We have our instruments with us. Should we bring them over here?" 

"Might be best - you'll want to practice when the Four take a break. And you'll want to meet your boss.  Joe Dawson.  He's behind the bar at the moment." 

"Thanks, man," Mickey said with a happy smile. Davy handed Doireann back to Methos and together, the four Monkees went over to meet the man that they would be working for!