Chris's Chronicles Book 2: Part 4:
The Innocence of Betrayal...
1946 Arizona

It had been over two centuries since Will and Jordan, who Will now called Chrissy, got married. Each year the would continue their constant love making ritual for several days telling each other how much they loved each other. Duncan had run into the couple after his fight with Kalas, and he hardly saw them the whole week. He was happy to see that the shy and scared woman he and Amanda had met so long ago, no longer existed. The two of them were so happy with each other that nothing could break their bond apart.

A week after they celebrated two hundreds years together, Jordan and Will were working on their farm when they got the buzz. Will drew his sword and searched. "Chrissy, get inside."

"Will, I am able to handle myself. In the 200 years we have been married, have I not proven myself to you?"

"Help!" came a voice from the back of the barn. "Someone help me!"

Chris and Will ran to the back of the barn toward the voice. There under an overturned plow laid a boy about fifteen. Chris and Will pulled the plow off him and took him inside. "I am William and this is my wife Jordan Christine. Are you lost?"

"My name is Kenny... My teacher... He lost his head and now the guy who did it is after me. Can you hide me?"

Jordan looked skeptical. This child looked to be about 12 years old, but his power seemed strong. Not only that but he looked remarkably calm after a traumatic experience. "How old are you?" she asked. It was a simple question, but one he paused on.

"13." He replied. "It's been a year since..." he looked down at the ground not wanting to have to look in Jordan's eyes.

Jordan looked at Will as he watched this boy as if he had never seen one in his life. She knew what he was thinking, and she didn't like it. "You are welcome here until you feel safe." Will said comforting the boy. Jordan started to open her mouth to protest but Will looked at her, flashed a smile, and took her hand. "Come my boy, I will help you get settled." He said as they walked into the house, and Will took the boy upstairs.

An hour later, Will returned downstairs to find Jordan playing the piano he had bought her on their one hundred and fiftieth wedding anniversary. "Chrissy, what is it? What is troubling your mind tonight?" he asked as he sat next to her on the piano bench and gave her a light kiss on her neck.

"There is something about the boy that bothers me. He says he has been one of us for a year, but his power seemed so strong. Almost as if he was much older. No way could he have acquired such power in such a short time, especially if he teacher was just killed."

"Let's not think of such things. We have a house guest and we should make him feel welcome. I'm sure you are just worrying over nothing and you have a lot on your mind." He said as he kissed her forehead. "I love you, and I want you to trust me on this. He is just scared and confused , as we all once were. Have patience and give him time."

Patience was something Jordan ran out of quickly where Kenny was concerned. Jordan and Will took turns training the boy, and when Will wasn't around, Kenny fought hard against Jordan. One of those times was about a month later.

"Watch it!" Jordan hollered as Kenny took a swing so hard it could have severed her arm. "Not so hard." Kenny swung again and she blocked it and kicked his legs out from underneath him. She brought her sword up to his neck. She had waited for this for sometime because she knew she was right in her suspicions.

"You wouldn't take my head." He said panting. "Will would never forgive you."

"Do not tempt me. I know what your little game is, and if you have been one of us for only a year, then..." she stopped when she saw the fear in his eyes, and withdrew her sword. "You bastard." She said as she started to walk away.

"I'd rather be a bastard then a victim of a Chingo."

Jordan turned pale and turned around to stare at the boy. "Excuse me?" she said in disbelief. "Where did you hear that?"

"An old teacher of mine. I think you may have known him. John Mars? It was a pity you got to him before I did though. Though he did tell me once you were the best chingara he had ever had. One of these days, I may just have to find out for myself."

"Over my dead body!" she stood there amazed. That comment proved he was at least 300 years old. She turned around and swung her sword hoping to behead him, but he blocked it. They fought some more, only this time it wasn't training, they were after each others heads.

Jordan finally had Kenny on his knees when Will's buzz hit. He walked up to them and stood there amazed. "What are you doing?" he asked shocked to see his wife about to take the head of a student.

"He has been lying to us the entire time!" She said trying to keep her temper under control. She withdrew her sword once again and walked back into the house slamming the door behind her. Will and Kenny just stared at each other in disbelief.

A week later, Jordan went into town to get supplies and came home in time to see the end of a Quickening coming from behind the barn. She ran back there and saw Will's headless body lying on the ground. "Will!!!!" she screamed as she ran after Kenny, but he was quick and got away. She went back to Will's body and held him crying and screaming her revenge. "I will find you one day!" she yelled. "You can run all you want, but one day, your head will be mine if it is the last thing I do!" Jordan kept crying until the next morning, when she decided to bury Will in the one place she knew he would want to be laid to rest.

A few days later, Jordan held a private ceremony at the ruins, and buried her husband by the tree where they had first met. She had his sword made into a grave marker, and placed it at the top of the grave. She sat beside the grave for days crying. Never had she felt so alone, so bare, so betrayed.

A week after Will's death, Jordan was packing up the belongings that were left in their house in Mexico when she got the buzz. She kept packing without giving a thought to her sword that was placed by the door. If someone wanted her head, she was more than willing to give it up. There was a knock at the door, but she ignored it. A moment later, she heard the door open and a familiar voice call out her name. "Jordan?" She turned around and looked at Methos who was standing there with his arms out. She ran to them crying.