Chris's Chronicles Book 2: Part 3:
A Century of Love...
1846 Uxmal
"A hundred years!" Methos said as he smiled at his student and his wife. "Amazing."
Jordan, Will, and Methos had gathered at the house in Mexico to celebrate Jordan and Will's 100th wedding anniversary. They had wanted Duncan, Amanda, and Rebecca there as well, but they were all off traveling and were hard to get in touch with.
"What's so amazing about it?" Will asked defensively.
"I could barely stand him for ten years." Methos answered with a grin. "I'm surprised after a hundred she hasn't taken your head yet."
"Do not think I have not tried to." Jordan said as she playfully hit Will on the arm. "There have been many times where I wanted to for being such a pain.
"Why haven't you?" Will asked amazed.
"Because I would have your power and then I would be the pain. Besides, I could never find another person that would love me after *killing* him for not feeding the horses."
"From what I heard, you did more than *kill* him." Methos said.
A wide grin spread across Jordan's face. "I was sick of that ring anyway. Besides, as soon as he healed he got it repierced anyway."
"I'm sorry, but that's been a part of me for a long time. And I was mad at you for weeks afterwards."
"Yes, but did you have to wear the chain that connected it to your tongue all the time? That was what made it unbearable."
Methos laughed. "Ok you two, enough fighting. This is suppose to be a celebration. Though it is cute the way you two fight."
Jordan and Will shot a glance at Methos and smiled. In the century they had been married, they had been through so much pain, joy, and sorrow, and through it all, they loved each other just as much if not more than the day the got married.
Later that afternoon, they privately returned to the spot where they were married and renewed their vows. By now, the top of the pyramid was visible, and for the first time, Jordan was able to see and feel the magic of the place.
The next morning as they laid in each others arms watching the sunrise, Jordan sighed. "What is it my precious one?" Will asked propping himself on one elbow.
"I was wondering what my life would be like had I never met you, or if I had been mortal."
"Don't think of things like that, it doesn't matter." He said looking down at his wife, seeing all the emotions that she was going through thinking of such things, burn deep in her eyes.
"Have you ever wondered about things such as that?"
"I think we all do at one point. I know many years ago I would have given my head to have been mortal and not having to go through the pain of watching this place change."
"Now?"
"Now? As long as you are with me, I would never give up my head unless it was to protect you." He answered honestly as he kissed her. "And then it would be a hell of a fight."
They made love until the afternoon and then returned to their house to continue their celebration of love. The next day, they were sore from the constant love making that mortals would not have been able to walk out of unharmed. Jordan was so happy at this point in her life, she couldn't imagine her life without Will in it. She watched as he walked outside to do his daily prayer ritual and morning exercises, and smiled.
When he had finished, Will looked into the window and saw his wife watching him. She was still as beautiful as the day they first met, and he couldn't imagine what she would look like if she had aged. Her dark auburn hair had been braided the way his mother had often braided hers, and bits and pieces stuck out here and there from where it had been ruffled by their constant love making. In all his years and all of his lovers, he had never met anyone that was as gentle and caring as she, and he couldn't imagine his life without her.