1Disclaimer: I don't own Highlander, Highlander: The Raven, any of the characters therein (though I wish I did own Methos, Duncan, and Ritchie), or the concept of immortality.
Wondering what he was going to do about his newly discovered immortality, Nick Wolfe paced in his apartment, trying to come up with a plan. Suddenly, he felt a Presence. Someone was there. Another immortal. Gripping the handle of his gun, he eyed the door wearily, hoping that whoever it was would just pass by. When the knock came, he realized that he wouldn't be that lucky.
"Who is it?" he called, hoping that it was someone he knew. Maybe it was Amanda, come to apologize. If it was, he'd be angry, but at least he'd be safe.
"Open the door, Nick," came the voice. It wasn't Amanda's. He came closer to the door, gun out, ready for use. He opened the door a crack to see who it was. His eyes widened in surprise as the woman pushed open the door and walked in.
"Lis?" he managed after a minute. He hadn't seen her in years, but he had heard Amanda mention her before he left. He didn't realize before that she was immortal, though. "How did you know I was here?" he asked, suspicion taking over.
"Amanda told me what happened," she said as she sat down on his couch. "And before you ask, the answer is no. She didn't send me. In fact, I had to get her completely smashed before she would even talk to me."
"So why are you here?" he asked, thinking that he had had enough of immortals for awhile. Of course, this thought only reminded him that he was one of them now.
"I'm worried about you, Nick," she answered after a moment.
"Don't. I'm fine," he answered, wishing that she would just go away.
"Really? Because I'm not so sure," she replied. "You don't even know how to use a sword, do you?"
"I don't need to," he said through gritted teeth. "Just leave me alone. I'm fine."
"You're going to get yourself killed," she answered. "You are immortal, Nick. Whether you like it or not, it is what you are. People are going to come after you; they are going to try to take your head. It's not murder to learn how to use a sword, it's self defense. It's exactly what you did as a cop, only with a different weapon."
"I'm not going to go around decapitating people. There are other ways to live," he said.
"You're looking for other options? Fine. You can live on holy ground for the rest of your incredibly long life. Or you can just spend your entire life running, and end up getting killed anyway. You are never going to have even a semi-normal life unless you learn how to defend yourself. Your life is different now. There is no going back. You may be pissed at Amanda, but don't let your anger and your pride get you killed."
"She shot me, Lis. Amanda shot me. She took my life and everything I had. She didn't even bother to ask what I wanted. She just did it."
"You were dying of a slow-acting poison, Nick. Amanda shot you to save your life. So she didn't ask you. So she changed your life without your permission. So it wasn't fair. Guess what, Nick. Life's not fair. You just have to take what comes and deal with it."
"I wouldn't expect you to understand."
"Think about what you just said, Nick. Immortality is triggered by a violent death. You think that I wanted to die like that? You think I had a say in the matter? If you do, you're stupider than I thought."
"Why don't you just leave? I'm fine."
"You want me to go? Fine. I'll go. But don't say I didn't warn you." Lis turned her back to him and stalked out the door.
When he couldn't feel her anymore, he opened the door and looked into the hallway. He saw a long, thin package with a piece of paper attached leaning against his doorframe. He took it inside and looked on the paper. It had no words, just a telephone number. He opened the package and reached his hand in. He pulled the item out of the package and looked at it. It was a sword. One of the most beautiful swords he had ever seen. The handle was made of real silver, and the blade was as sharp as any he had seen before. He knew that he couldn't use it, but he couldn't throw it away, either. With one last look at it, he put the sword back in the package and stuffed the whole thing into the back of his closet. He was about to throw the phone number away, but decided instead to put it in his wallet. He didn't want to learn how to decapitate people, but he may need help some day. With a sigh, he sat down on the couch and buried his head in his hands, wondering what to do next.