The Revelation
By Donna and Abs

Cuddled up against the warm body of Sarah Jo, Duncan slept soundly until the rumbling in his stomach finally caused him to wake. He kissed her freckled shoulder, shaking her gently, but other that a soft moan, she gave no sign of wanting to wake herself. "My lovely Sleeping Beauty," he breathed into her ear, kissing her before sliding out of the bed to dress. If he hurried, there might still be some food left at the hotel. A few minutes later, he left her house, a big happy smile on his face as he made his way back to the hotel.

Doctor Adams seemed to have slept late, as well, and Duncan wondered if the entire town was a bit past their time on that particular day.  Meeting Doc at the door, they went in together to get some breakfast.

Lupe, of course, kept a mental count in her head and usually left some over for any of her regulars.  She would rather throw out than be caught short. Seeing the two Immortals, she hurried off to get their food as they found a table in what at night became the saloon, but which was a dining area during earlier hours.  Methos was at another table, speaking to two soldiers from the fort.

As they sat down at the table, two large mugs of coffee were set in front of them. "Hey, Doc, I just wanted to thank you for being so understanding about Sarah Jo's choice," he said with a big smile. 

"Choice?" asked the doctor, taking a nice long drink.  It scalded, but he needed it.  He had been up late the previous night.  "That I go first?  What choice is that?  I was simply big about letting you have a turn."

"Huh?" Duncan said, a surprised look on his face. "But..., but I was first! Hell, I should know what a virgin feels like!"

"So should I," said Doc.  "And she was it."  He looked at his friend and said, "Or are you saying I imagined the other night?  I have heard of vivid dreams but that one 'takes the cake' as they say."

"I wonder...," Duncan muttered, and the same thought seemed to cross Doc Adams’ mind at the same time. Duncan turned to Adams, his eyes wide. "Sarah Jo was young when she died the first time, just like Kat, but Kat had already been with Connor before that. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"She was certainly a virgin when she died, or she wouldn't be one now.  It is quite possible the hymen heals."

"Wow," he said, shaking his head. "Hmmm, do you think this bears checking out?" he asked, motioning with his chin towards the direction of her house.

"She would certainly need a thorough examination," said Doc professionally.  "After all, if a woman is a perpetual virgin, one would want to know this for a certain fact."

At the nearby table, Private Hooker was half dozing.  He liked the Beatles, and had certainly seen a marked resemblance in his fellow Private, but Gripweed's conversation with Methos was boring him.  It was his first time out of the fort in a week, and he had to come during the day, when the place was locked up tighter than a  . . .

" . . perpetual virgin, one would want to know this for a certain fact."

His head spun around.  What was that, he wondered?

But before Sarah Jo's two suitors could get up and go check things out, Lupe brought out their food. "Eat first?" Duncan asked with a raised eyebrow. "She is sleeping soundly right now."

"Breakfast sounds good to me," said Doc.  "I was up late last night, myself."  He smiled wickedly.

The two of them chatted companionably, making Methos raise his eyebrow and wonder what was up. First those two had almost been at each other’s throats as they jockeyed for position with Sarah Jo, now they seemed to be best of friends??? Something was going on, that was for sure.

He shrugged it off, knowing both of them much too well, and urged Gripweed back to Joe's to look over Ezzy's guitar again.  Hooker wanted to hear more abut this virgin, but could not look nonchalant alone, so he got up and decided to hide where he could see the two men leaving later.  Then he would follow and see who this woman Sarah Jo was.

Exiting the Hotel, he noticed Grisham, who had come to the fort often enough for him to recognize.  He also knew he outranked him, so he sprang to attention.  Grisham waved him off.  "At ease," he moaned.

Hooker did as he had been ordered.  Still weak and obviously in pain, Grisham slid onto a wooden bench and sighed.  "Where are you off to in such a hurry, soldier?"  Hooker bounced uneasily on his toes.  Looking back over his shoulder, in case Doc and Duncan were coming out, he seemed edgy and nervous.  "Well?"

Hooker could see that the information would not do Grisham any good, so he taunted the superior.  "I'm gonna find me a virgin," he said evilly.  "One they said is still a virgin, even after yer fuck 'er bloody."

Grisham told him that he was either drunk or insane, but in back of his mind, he was already running over the possibility. "Let me know if you find her," he chuckled evilly. "I will want to hear all about it."

"In yer condition, sir?"  The Sharpe look alike laughed.  "No' bloody likely! Miss Sarah Jo, whoever she is, is mine!"  And he scampered off across the road to find a place to hide.

Grisham beamed as Hooker ran off. The nurse! Not only immortal, but a virgin as well. Definitely some interesting possibilities! As he plotted, Doc Adams and Duncan came out of the hotel and headed down the road to Sarah Jo's house.

"If this is true, then we have to keep this to ourselves," Doc said.  "Understand?"

"Of course," Duncan said forcefully. "Especially with all those bastards on the other side of the river. If word got to them...." He shuddered.

It only took them a couple of minutes to reach her house and they walked right in and headed up the stairs. As they opened her bedroom door, the buzz of their immortality caused her to stir restlessly in her sleep and open one eye. "Oh hi," she said sleepily. “What’s up? Do you need me at the clinic?”

"No, actually," Doc said.  "But we do need to give you a thorough physical examination."

"Okay," she mumbled, still too out of it to question why. She laid back down on her pillow and closed her eyes again.

When he moved the blankets out of the way and pulled her legs apart, however, she gave a little yip and asked what they were doing!  After all, there were *two* of them!

Duncan shushed her, caressing her face tenderly. "We just need to check something out, dearest," he reassured her. "It will only take a minute!"

It took less than a minute.  "By the gods," Doc said, "it's like new.  Grown back completely!"

"What's grown back?" Sarah Jo demanded. "What are you talking about?"

"Sarah," Doc said gently, "did you experience any pain at all when you were with Duncan last night?"

She screwed up her face as if trying to remember. Things were a little hazy still. "Yes. I did. But I thought it was just because he was so big." Beside her, Duncan couldn't help but smirk.

Doc scowled but let it pass.  "No,” he said sourly, “that wasn't it.  You were as much a virgin with him, as you were with me, the other night."

"Are you pulling my leg?" she asked, but seeing the look on their faces, she frowned. "You mean it’s gonna hurt *every* time?"

"Looks that way," Doc said, feeling sorry and glad at the same time.

She said a very unlady like and definitely unsisterly like word, and then shrugged. "Oh well. Guess I will have to learn to live with it." She yawned and stretched. "I think I'll get some more shut eye. Either one of you gonna keep me company?"

They both grinned at each other.  "You do know this is a *good* thing from our point of view?" Doc said teasingly.

She shrugged. "Annoying from mine." She then laid back down and closed her eyes once more, leaving it up to them to work it out who stayed or went.

They looked at each other again.  "Should really check, you know.  To be 100% sure."

Neither one of them made a move to leave and after a moment, if Sarah Jo seemed surprised to feel them both lay down in the bed beside her, she gave no sign other than a slight tremble.

But then, of course, she felt hands and mouths on her, all around her, and it was a little difficult to pretend nothing was happening. A giggle escaped her lips, so they knew she wasn't sleeping. With a laugh she opened her eyes. "So it's sharing at the same time, you are now?" she asked flipping onto her back and spreading her arms out so that each man could pillow his head on a breast. 

"Well, we have to be sure," Duncan said.

"And if we both take you and find you a virgin, well, there's little doubt, isn't there."

"Not that we don't trust the other’s word," Duncan added.

She snorted with laughter. It was hard to act cross with two men both looking like mischievous little boys while caressing her body. The laughter turned to a soft moan as Doc's fingers started to play with her little nub at the same time that Duncan was drawing a nipple into his mouth.

They didn't much care who went first, and of course, while they were all working up to it, no one was paying attention to anything but their combined pleasure.  But when Doc took the lead and mounted her, a slightly uncomfortable Duncan looked up and out of the window.  There, to his amazement, was a face looking back at him!!

To Duncan’s credit, he didn't over react. Leaning over to kiss Sarah Jo, he whispered, "Don’t look now, but we have company. I'll take care of him. Just make it last as long as you can." And with that, he announced loudly that he was going to leave the room to let them finish in privacy.

Doc chuckled and said, “Easier said than done, Pet!"  Sarah Jo returned the laugh, but he sensed that she was nervous about the *company*.

But she covered it well by concentrating on Ben's eyes, drowning in the passion overflowing from them. The fact that he had an audience seem to make him work even harder, and despite her nervousness, she was soon writhing underneath him as she started to build to a climax.

Doc, of course, was a Methos, and he had many years practice controlling his responses.  If he could resist coming with her the first time, he might get her to come off twice.  But of course, he'd have to perform a little experiment first.  He just hoped Duncan would get the guy away from the window while he did it!

A blood curdling war cry of an angry Scottish highlander followed by the terrified screaming of a man as he came crashing down from a tree told him that he was free to do as he planned. Outside, the still naked Duncan had the peeping tom on the ground and backed up against the tree, his sword pressed into the skin of the Private's throat. "Give me one reason not to dismember you right here and now!" he yelled.

"Din't mean nuthin' by it," said Hooker, looking at the sword nervously.  He was not a coward, but that thing was sharp!  "Jes heard yer talkin' in ther 'otel, is all.  Is she really virgin all ther time?"

"None of your bloody business," he growled. The tingle of another immortal's buzz let him know he was being watched. "Methos!" he called out. "Would you mind getting rid of this piece of garbage for me?"

"What did he do?" asked the old man.  "Should I lock him up in the jail?"

"He's a dirty peeping tom," he said in a voice as sharp as his sword, which was pressing hard enough into the man's throat to slice the skin.  Upstairs, Sarah Jo's cries of passion could now be clearly heard.

Methos looked at Duncan, then at Hooker.  Finally he looked up at the window.  "She's gone on without you, MacLeod."  He took Hooker by the scruff of the neck and said to him,  "I think you need a trip to Esperanza."

Flipping his sword behind his back, Duncan walked back into the house, the angry scowl on his face turning into a smile. The look on Hooker's face when he had shouted him down from his precarious perch! "Ready or not, here I come," he called out at the bedroom door.

Doc and Sarah Jo were afterglowing nicely.  He had withdrawn from her body after bringing her around once, and then, after giving it a few moments, when he reentered her, she indeed had been a virgin again.  Then they had made love until both were satisfied.

"Methos is taking out the trash," Duncan said as he climbed into bed beside them. "My turn?"

"Most certainly," laughed Doc.  "And you will be pleased with the results of your endeavors!"  Sarah Jo playfully swatted him.

She turned over to face Duncan and to welcome him back. "You’re obviously still in the mood," she chuckled, wrapping her hand around his shaft. "Who was it?"

"A soldier from the fort. Methos will take care of him," Duncan moaned into her ear as he pulled her leg over his thigh, opening her up to him. With one smooth thrust, he pushed past the regrown barrier and entered her as Doc steadied her from behind, kissing the nape of her neck.

"Isn't this wonderful?" he asked.

Duncan did indeed think it was wonderful, and he said so in such a breathless manner, his backside rising and falling as he filled her repeatedly, that both Sarah Jo and Doc laughed about it.  "But," he panted, "it's not just our secret!"

"Oh well," she groaned. "Heavens above, this feels good!" She was all slick and hot from what she had just finished with Doc, and other than the momentary flash of pain, all she felt now was intense and growing pleasure.

But Doc was worried.  Leaving them to their pleasure, he sat back on the bed and mulled over the possibilities of someone knowing this secret.  Someone who did not have Sarah's best interests at heart.  As a one time rapist and marauder, he well knew what pain a man could inflict on a woman with this special gift!