Chris's Chronicles Book 2: Part 6:
Those who Can, Watch...
1975: London

Chris sat in a corner booth at the back of the Watcher's Research Center still in shock. She had run into and old friend, Mike Brady (see note), in Australia a few months ago and he had told her of a secret organization called the Watchers who watch Immortals. Two weeks later, she had started training.

Now she had gotten her first assignment. It was part of a joint research project where the Watchers were searching for the Oldest Living Immortal, Methos. Her part was to track down through research the last known person to have contact with him- Jordan Christine Renwyck-Vincente.

"Jordan Christine Renwyck-Vincente was presumed to dead along with her husband William Jose Vincente in 1946 by the Immortal Kenny. Last known contact with Methos- 1846 in Mexico." Chris read the file to herself over and over as a tear ran down her face. A part of her did die that day. The part that had passion, love, and courage.

Every detail of her life since her first death was here in these Chronicles. Every head she had taken, every Immortal she had come in contact with, everything she did until 25 years ago. *If they only knew.* she thought to herself as she closed the books and walked to the counter to check them out.

"Jordan Christine Renwyck-Vincente Chronicles." The man behind the counter said. "You must be a Methos researcher." Chris nodded. "Good luck, you're going to need it. He said with a grin.

"Thanks." She said as she walked out the door and headed towards her hotel. There she reread and relived every detail of her life since the day Mars killed her, and she fell asleep crying.

Two years later, Chris was tired of doing research that brought up memories that she had spent so much time trying to forget. She had to find a way to deal with the memories that still haunted her at night, and she had figured out how. She knocked on the door of Devin Lavey who was head of the Watcher's in Western Europe and waited until he responded before entering.

"Yes?" he asked in a curious voice.

"Yes sir, I am Chris Renwyck, and I am working on the Methos research project." She said in a worried voice.

"Yes, how may I help you?" he asked gesturing for her to have a seat.

"I have been researching Jordan Vincente who is believed to have had the last known contact with Methos." She said deliberately leaving out the part of her name that she was using now. "She was presumed beheaded in the 1940's, but I think I may have an idea of her whereabouts- alive."

"And how do you figure this?"

Chris deadpanned. It was an obvious question, yet one she had not prepared herself for. "Cross referencing, sir." She said in a quick response.

"And you would like to see if you can find her?" he said as he turned in his chair to face the window.

"Yes sir, and if possible, to become her Watcher."

"I'll see what I can do." He said.

"Thank you sir." She said as she stood and walked out the door. Two days later she had gotten the ok.

*** 8 Years Later- Wales ***

Chris was sitting quietly in the bushes watching her great grandson mourn the loss of his wife and oldest child, while cradling his five year old foster daughter Caitlynn. Caitlynn would be the sixth generation to possess the sword and from the moment Chris saw the young girl, she knew Will's prediction was right. Caitlynn would one day be one of them.

Chris was getting ready to leave when the buzz hit. She looked around and as she stood up, two hands covered her eyes. She back kicked the Immortal in the groin and turned in time to see Methos fall to the ground moaning.

"Mike, do not do that to me, you scared me." She said helping him up.

"It's Adam Pierson now. So I hear you took my advice and joined the Watchers. Any luck finding the boy?"

Chris shook her head. "The only luck that I have had is the project I got assigned to."

"Let me guess." Methos said as a smile crossed his face. "You're doing research to locate me by way of you."

"How did you know?"

Methos pulled up the sleeve of his sweater and showed Chris his wrist. "I'm researching me."

Chris smiled for the first time in many years and laughed. "How in the hell did we ever get into this mess?"

"Luck I guess." He said glad to see the return of her smile. He had only seen her a couple of times since Will's death, and he had missed seeing the smile that Will used to say would make a blind man see. "Who is that anyway?" he said as he noticed she kept glancing at the porch.

"That's Kathleen's Great Grandson, and the little one is the sixth generation to possess this." She said as she raised her sword a bit.

Adam looked towards the porch and smiled. "She's beautiful."

"She has Will's eyes." She said sadly. Adam placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Let's get out of here. How about a beer, drinks on me?" Chris nodded. "Let's go." He said as they walked away.