By Donna and Abby

(Rated R)

Sarah Jo untangled herself from Dani's arms after they danced. "Gotta go," she said with a giggle as she headed to the restrooms.

Bronze Age Methos had been scanning the crowd. Everyone was far too happy for his taste; not enough fear. Then he saw the one he'd chosen head for the back, and he sauntered off, feeling just a bit uncomfortable in his trouser-less tunic.

He arrived just in time to catch her just coming back out of the ladies room. Sarah Jo looked up in surprise when she saw who was standing in the hallway, apparently waiting for her.

Without a word he reached out and touched a lock of her hair that was lying across her lips. "We meet again," he said evenly.

She felt a shiver when his fingers brushed up against her mouth and she swallowed hard. He could see the pulse quicken in her neck. "Hello," she said when she got control of her voice.

Putting his hands on the wall on either side of her head, he stood straight in front of her and said smoothly, "You have not forgotten, have you?"

She shook her head no. As his body pressed up against hers, her heart started to race. There was something about him that aroused and frightened her at the same time. "I haven't forgotten," she said in a hoarse whisper. "I just haven't seen you since then."

He smiled slowly, the ends of his mouth curling ever so slightly. "Good. I won't have you tonight. Not here. But I will find you some night when you aren't prepared." Leaning forward, he brushed his non-blue cheek against hers and added, "Pity I cannot have you now. You reek of sex."

She looked startled. "But I haven't done anything with anyone yet!" She didn't know whether to be relieved he wasn't going to take her right then and there on the spot, or upset because he didn't want her.

"More's the pity," he said, nuzzling her ear. "But I hear that matters not."

Sarah Jo swallowed hard again and nodded, admitting to him that there was truth to the rumors he had heard. She could feel her dress being raised and his hand work it's way up the inside of her firm thigh, as if he was going to check out the validity of what he had heard for himself.

"You are wet," he said in that spine-tingling voice. "I can smell you. You're excited, and you smell of sex. I wish I knew it was I who excited you, but I cannot be sure in this place." He withdrew his hand. "So I will wait until I am sure."

She nodded again, sighing deeply as he stepped back enough to let her leave. But she stayed where she was, frozen in spot; confused as to whether she should take the chance and run, or stay where she was until he left on his own accord.

He remained, smiling at her indecision and fear. He was not going to make it easy on her. Sarah Jo slipped out from underneath his arms and turned to leave, only to be grabbed from behind and shoved up against the wall again, face first this time. Somehow feeling his hard body pressed up against her back seemed even more threatening to her.

"Remember," he hissed in her ear, "I will be coming for you one of these days." And then, hearing footsteps coming down the hall, he released her and walked back out into the room where everyone was partying.