The Gift of Christmas
Posted By: SwingGirl <SwingGirl3@yahoo.com>
Date: Wednesday, 20 December 2000, at 9:28 p.m.
It was Christmas Eve and snow was falling, as it
had been for most of the day. There were many people out and about, visiting
with friends and family. Decorations and holiday displays could be seen in
every store window in sight. People seemed to be in great high spirits as they
came and went, talking, laughing, and some even singing Christmas carols.
Methos, however, was anything but happy. He was on
the couch in his apartment, staring at the framed photograph on the table in
front of him. He didn’t know how long he'd been setting there and he wasn’t sure
he cared. He was deeply in love with the beautiful young woman in the picture
and now she was gone. Methos picked up the frame and hugged it to his chest as
he began to sob. "Oh Alexa, I miss you so much." He couldn't stop
thinking about her and had never felt so alone. Methos had loved many women in
his long lifetime, but none so much as Alexa.
He was still sitting there when the phone began to
ring. He made no move to answer it, not wanting to speak to whoever was on the
other end of the line. Methos tried to ignore it for as long as he could, but
finally picked up the receiver when it was obvious that it would keep ringing.
"Hello," he said, hoping that he sounded
as angry and annoyed as he felt.
"Methos?"
"MacLeod." Methos replied, still trying
to discourage him from continuing the phone call. "I don't really feel
like talking right now. What do you want?"
Duncan, though, would not be so easily put off. He
knew Methos had been depressed lately, so he was concerned when he hadn't seen
him for a couple of weeks. He had wanted to call to find out how he was doing.
"I just wanted to call to invite you to Christmas Eve dinner at the
loft."
Knowing now that the phone call was not going to
end as soon as he would like, Methos tried to calm down. "No, I think I'll
just stay home. I don't think I'd be very good company right now."
"Are you sure? I could make us dinner. I have
some wine, but I could get some beer for you. I know you never turn down free
beer," Duncan said, trying to lighten the mood of the conversation.
"We could even talk, if you want."
Methos said nothing as he looked at the photograph
and began to cry again.
"Methos? What's wrong?"
Methos managed to explain through the tears.
"It's just that Christmas…it was Alexa's favorite holiday. When she was in
the hospital in Geneva, we talked about everything, from the places we’d been
to our favorite books to what the weather was like outside. Once when she was
talking about her family, Alexa said that she always enjoyed Christmas with
them. Then she told me that I had become her family and that she wished she
could spend at least one Christmas with me, so I gave her Christmas. I bought
her gifts, sang her Christmas carols. The hospital staff even let me bring in a
small tree for her room. I think that everyone thought we were crazy, it was
only November, but she liked it."
"Oh Methos. I'm so sorry." Duncan hadn't
realized just how upset Methos really was or what the cause of it was. Now that
he did, he wanted even more for him to spend the evening at the loft to share
dinner with him. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to come over for
dinner?"
"Yeah, I'd just like to be alone
tonight."
With a sigh, Duncan relented. "Okay, if you
change your mind, you know where the loft is."
Methos said nothing, just hung up the phone. He
placed the photograph back on the table, but he continued to stare at it,
thinking of Alexa and all of the things that they had seen and done together.
Still crying, he laid there until he eventually fell asleep.
***************
Methos woke up to the sound of knocking. At first
he wasn’t sure where the sound was coming from, but as he became more alert, he
figured out that the sound was that of someone knocking at the door. In the
same instant, he felt the signal that told him that another Immortal was
nearby. Remembering the phone call, he thought that he knew who was there.
"If that’s you MacLeod, I’ll take your head
with my bare hands. Leave me alone. Don’t you get it, I don’t want dinner, I
don’t want wine, and I don’t want company," he shouted at whoever was
there. He went to the door, picking up his sword from the kitchen table, in
case it wasn’t whom he was expecting. Methos opened the door. "I told you
to leave..."
Instead of continuing his tirade, Methos stopped
short, surprised at who was standing at the door. As he had expected, Duncan
was there. What surprised him was that Amanda, Joe, and Richie were also there.
"Hi, Methos." Duncan said with a smile.
He gently pushed Methos aside and made his way into the apartment, motioning
the others to follow him. As they entered, Methos noticed that they were all
carrying something. Richie had a Christmas tree, Amanda was barely managing to
hold on the boxes and bags that she had in her hands, and Joe had his guitar
with him.
“What are you all doing here?” Although Methos was
no longer shouting, his voice still had a decidedly unfriendly tone to it. “Why
can’t you all understand that I just want to be alone?”
“Nonsense, darling, no one wants to be alone on
Christmas Eve,” Amanda said, giving him her most winning smile as she
approached to hug him. Methos didn’t reply, just gave her an icy glare. Seeing
his expression she backed away. He went to the door, opened it, and asked them
to leave. As Joe, Amanda, and Richie turned to go, Duncan made one last attempt
to get Methos to accept their company. He took Methos by the arm and pulled him
into the bedroom so that they’d have a place to talk in private.
"Methos, why are you doing this? I know that
really miss Alexa and that you're hurting, but we’re your friends. We just want
to help you. Don’t you understand that I know how you feel? I may not be as old
as you, but I’m Immortal too. I’ve loved and lost many people over the
centuries too. I know how much you cared for Alexa, but I care for care for
you. Please don’t shut me out like this."
Methos had thought to argue with him, to tell him
to leave again, but when he saw the pleading look on Duncan’s face he realized
that what he said was true. He had known this all along, but had been so caught
up in his loneliness and self-pity, that he hadn’t seen it. He had been
avoiding contact with his friends, instead staying home Methos had lost Alexa,
but he didn’t have to lose his friends too. Looking at him, Methos felt the
tears that began to fill his eyes again and tried unsuccessfully to hold them
back. "I’m sorry, Duncan, it’s just that…I miss her so much. It’s hard to
get over her. I don’t know if I can. I just don’t ever want to forget
her." Methos was standing next to the bed and now he sank heavily onto it
and sat with his head in his hands. Duncan, who had been standing on the other
side of the room, crossed to the bed and sat next to him, embracing him in a
hug. Methos leaned into him, grateful for the support.
They stayed that way until Methos pushed away from
him and stood up. "I think we'd better get out there and see what everyone
else is doing. We have been in here a long time."
"That's okay, I'm sure they'll understand.
After all, they are your friends." Duncan smiled at him and was pleased to
see that Methos actually smiled back at him. "Amanda was planning to cook
us all a nice dinner. Are you hungry?"
Methos hadn't thought about it, but now remembered
that he hadn't eaten all. "Yeah, that sounds good."
Now Duncan got up too and together they went back
out into the living room. He saw that the others were still there, busy with
various tasks. Richie had set up the Christmas tree. He had the boxes that
Amanda had been carrying open in front of him and was taking out the lights and
decorations to put on the tree. Amanda was in the kitchen, preparing the food
and Joe was on the couch in the living room, tuning his guitar. They all looked
up as the two men entered the room.
"Hey, it's about time you two came out here.
We were about to start the party without you." As he teased Methos, Joe
strummed his guitar strings, still trying to tune the guitar.
As Methos looked at them, he began to feel guilty
about the way he had acted before. "Hey guys, I just wanted to say I'm
sorry. I know I was acting like a jerk before."
He was about to say more, but Amanda walked up to
him. She hugged him. This time he didn't resist it. "Methos, it's okay. We
understand."
"Yeah," Richie said. "It's only
natural for you older mean to get grouchy. You've heard of that movie
"Grumpy Old Men" haven't you?" Normally, this kind of thing from
Richie would have annoyed Methos, but when he saw the big grin that Richie
flashed at him, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you need some help with dinner?"
Duncan asked Amanda.
"Sure, that would be great. You can cut up
the lettuce for the salad."
As Duncan moved to the kitchen, Mehthos figured
that they didn't need another cook in the kitchen, so he went to help Richie
decorate the tree. Joe had finished tuning his guitar and started to play
"Joy to the World". He began to sing and as Duncan, Amanda, and
Richie joined in, Methos took a moment to look at them all again and as he did,
he realized that he didn't need anything for Christmas because he already had
the best gift of all, friends.
Then feeling happy and contented for the first time in weeks, Methos joined them in song.