Disclaimer: Rysher/Gaumont/Panzer/Davis have the privilege of owning Duncan, Methos and the concept of immortality. I have just borrowed them for my own needs. I gained no money from the use of them but it was pleasurable! No copyright infringement is intended.

The song �What If It�s You� by Reba McEntire was used without permission but much respect. No copyright infringement is intended. Please don�t sue me!

This story was beta read and made better by Princess Punctuation. Any mistakes you find are mine entirely.

Rated PG for implied m/m relationship.

This story is a sequel to the first story in my Songs Series, Closing Time. It isn�t necessary for you to have read that one but it might help. This story takes place between �Valkyrie� and �Comes a Horseman�. Feedback will be appreciated. Flames will be doused with cold water.

What If It�s You

Duncan slammed the book closed. He couldn�t concentrate. He got up from the couch and went to the bookshelves. Replacing the history book, he tried to find something else to read. It was no use. He couldn�t concentrate on anything.

Well, that wasn�t entirely true. His mind was filled with thoughts of Methos. He had spent most of this week with the Ancient Immortal, and it was getting hard to hide his deepening feelings for him. Methos had probably already figured out that Duncan was attracted to him. What Methos didn�t know, couldn�t know, was that Duncan was falling in love with him. <Falling hell. I think I�ve been in love with him since he left town with Alexa. At least that�s when I realized it.> That�s probably why he hadn�t seen him in days. Two to be exact. Forty-eight hours. He wondered for the thousandth time if Methos had left town. It had hurt to realize, too late, that he was in love with Methos.

When Methos had come to him babbling about Alexa, Duncan had been too preoccupied with his own problems and had not really paid attention to what he was saying. Duncan thought it was just a passing fancy and that it would be over soon. Little did he realize how prophetic his thought would be. He had been shocked and surprised when Methos had told him that he was leaving to travel with Alexa. He wanted to say something about his feelings, but then Methos told him that Alexa was dying. Dying. She was barely a kid. She had never had the chance to even really live. He had pushed his feelings for Methos aside and let the man leave with the fragile, mortal young woman. He was sad for Methos. It was hard enough to love a mortal, but to love one who was terminally ill was pure torture. Methos would need him after Alexa died, and Duncan would be his friend and his strength. It had turned out that Methos had been Duncan�s friend and strength first.

When the Dark Quickening had fallen on Duncan, Methos had been the one to help. Methos had led him to the light again. He owed Methos his sanity. Not long later Duncan had been the one to help Methos. He had been with Methos when Alexa was laid to rest and had helped him to hold on to her memory. Afterwards their friendship had deepened. Duncan held his feelings close to his heart and never let on that he was in love with the older immortal. Methos had continued to drop by occasionally and play havoc with Duncan�s feelings.

This week was a perfect example. They had been to Joe�s and various other bars. They had been to an art exhibit, which Methos had criticized loudly. They had been buds, pals; they had been everything but what Duncan really wanted them to be�lovers. He just didn�t know how to bring the subject up to Methos. He didn�t want to lose Methos� friendship, and that was what he was afraid would happen. He was constantly thinking about the situation. It had affected his whole life. He couldn�t eat or sleep for thinking about Methos.

Thinking that some music might help, Duncan walked over to his CD collection and tried to find something soothing. He was shuffling his CD�s around when he found one that was unfamiliar to him. No, that wasn�t quite true, he just hadn�t seen it in a while. It was different from all of the other music he listened to; it was a country CD by Reba McEntire. He picked it up and held it loosely in his hands. He turned it over absently and thought about the reason he had bought it in the first place.

***FLASHBACK - Seacouver 1995***

It was the day that Methos had left town with Alexa. After they�d left, Duncan had wandered into the bar to talk with Joe and have a beer. He couldn�t explain what he was feeling. Joe was the one who knew what was wrong. Duncan had a broken heart. He was in love with Methos but couldn�t see it. Duncan had sat, staring at his drink until he realized that Joe was right. Why hadn�t he seen it? How had Joe? But then he realized that watching was Joe�s job; it was part of his job to observe. Duncan was a little embarrassed and wondered what else Joe had noticed over the years. Oh God, he was in love with Methos.

It was new to him, having feelings like this for a man. Sure, he�d had sexual relationships with men, but he had never fallen in love with one. The closest thing to loving another man was the relationship he�d shared with Darius. Darius may have been a priest, but he was also a man and had the needs of a normal man. They had been lovers on occasion, but they were always friends first.

Joe had refilled Duncan�s glass numerous times that night. He wasn�t drunk, but he wasn�t feeling any pain either. Joe had a new band that weekend and had asked him to stick around for a while and listen to them. Duncan hadn�t wanted to, but he agreed nonetheless. When the band started playing their first song, Duncan noticed that they had a country sound. He had always wondered about Joe�s eclectic musical tastes. He had been staring into his drink when he noticed the words drifting into his conscious.

I�ve got something to tell you that I just can�t say
So I�m writing it down in case maybe someday
Our lives take a turn down a road
We can�t see right now
I know you�re happy and I�m happy for you
But since you found each other
I�ve been so confused
Cause I believe there�s one soul on this earth
That was meant for mine
I was sent here to find

What if it�s you
What if our hearts were meant to be one
What�ll I do
Knowing that I�ll never love anyone
As much as I do love you
What if it�s true
What if it�s you

If destiny called and I missed my cue
Do I get one more chance
Oh how I wish I knew
I�ll never again put my heart in the hands of fate
If it�s too late

What if it�s you
What if our hearts were meant to be one
What�ll I do
Knowing that I�ll never love anyone
As much as I do love you
What if it�s true
What if it�s you

If I ever hold you I�ll never let go
But if I never do how will I know

What if it�s you
What if our hearts were meant to be one
What�ll I do
Knowing that I�ll never love anyone
As much as I do love you
What if it�s true
What if it�s you

What�ll I do
What if it�s true
What if it�s you

***PRESENT DAY***

Duncan slipped the CD into the player and pressed the �on� button. The room filled with a gentle voice reminding him of his actions a year ago. The song had haunted him for days before he called Joe and asked him where he could find it. Joe had obligingly told him and Duncan had rushed out and bought it. He had set the CD player on repeat and listened to the song continuously for an hour before he could bring himself to act. He had gone to his desk and written a letter to Methos, a letter he would never send. He spilled his emotions and feelings on the paper, as well as a few tears. He hoped that one day he would be able to share the letter and his love with the Ancient Immortal. When he had finished the letter, he sealed it in an envelope and put it into a book of Scottish poetry.

Duncan walked over to the bookshelf and was about to reach for the book when he felt the presence of another Immortal. It was probably Methos, but he picked up his katana from near the bed anyway. He walked to the door and swung it open.

Methos stood there practically shivering. Duncan opened the door further to let Methos in. Methos went directly to the couch but didn�t sprawl out as usual. He sat straight up and looked like he wanted to talk. Duncan returned the katana to its resting place. He poured himself a glass of Glenmorangie, took his drink and sat down in the chair across from Methos. He slowly sipped his drink and waited for Methos to speak. He noticed Methos looking around and wondered what the old man was thinking. Methos sighed heavily and began.

�We need to talk, Mac.�

Duncan took a long sip of his Glenmorangie and leaned his head back. To be thinking about Methos and then suddenly have him appear was disconcerting. It was hard to make small talk when all he wanted to do was sweep Methos off his feet and carry him to bed.

�Yes, we do,� Duncan replied softly.

<What if it�s you.>

The end.

For now.

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