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Asher woke with a gasp as the tingling sensation of a nearby Immortal. A moment later, there was a heavy banging on her door. She rolled out of bed, grabbing her sword and bolting for the door.
"Asher!" The person on the other side called her name, punctuated by another round of banging.
She threw open the door and Methos fell into her apartment.
"Adam!" She dropped her sword and pulled him further into the room. She shut the door and turned to her friend on the floor. "Adam, what happened?"
He moaned and pushed himself up. She grabbed him under the arms and helped him sit up. "Nasty challenge."
She pulled off his bloody, torn sweater and hissed. "I guess so." His chest was laced with bullet holes and knife wounds. They were beginning to heal but blood was still seeping slowly from a few of the wounds. She put his arm over her shoulder and hoisted him up and into the kitchen. Once he was settled into a chair, she wetted a cloth and knelt by his chair so she could clean the wounds.
Methos watched the top of Asher's head as she gently cleaned the blood from his body. Her tiny hands brushed his chest and he shivered. When she finished, he was almost healed. She stood and he wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her close to him for a minute.
"You need rest." She said softly. She helped support him as he stood and they walked to the bedroom.
"I'm okay. I can walk." He told her and she let go of him. He followed her into the dark room. He could see the rumpled sheets where she had been sleeping. Asher crawled into bed and yawned. Methos stripped down to his boxers and crawled in next to her. He rested his head on her stomach, his arms around her waist.
"You gonna be okay, Adam?" She ran her fingers over the arm around her waist.
He nodded. "Yeah. I will, pixie." He leaned up and kissed her softly. "Night."
"Night, Methos." She whispered and went to sleep.