Okay...here's a little bit about me. I usually write Harry Potter but have reciently gotten into Highlander so - here I am. To warn everyone, this is going to be a Duncan/Joe fic. I'm mostly writing it because the pairing interests me but I can't find any stories. I know this is really short, but I promise the chappies will get longer. Unless no one likes it...then I'll stop. Anyway...let me know what you think! I don't own these guys, just borrowing them. Also, this is unbetaed so any mistakes are mine. Also, (last one I promise) keep in mind I am new to the show and the fandom. If I get anything wrong, please let me know...but please don't yell at me about it. Thanks!


Watcher the Immortal - ch. 1

"Do you want me to help clean up?" Mac asked as the last patron left Joe's tavern.

"Nah," Joe said as he cleaned a glass behind the bar. "There's not much to do anyway."

"Alright," Mac said, finishing his drink. "I'll see ya later then."

"See ya," Jos said, watching as Mac left. Sighing, he picked up a rag and started wiping down the bar.

After about an hour, he realized there was more to do than he thought. He was tired, he was hearing things and he was really wishing he'd told Macleod to stay. The next time he gave his bartender the night off, he was definitely going to press either Methos or Mac into service.

He finished wiping down the last table and had settled behind the bar to work on paperwork when he heard the door open.

"Sorry. We're closed," he said, thinking he'd locked that door.

"Not here for a drink," said a scruffy looking young man.

Joe looked up and knew instantly what the man was there for.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, trying to keep them both calm. That thought, however, went right out the window when the young man raised a gun.

"You can give me all your money for starters."

"O-okay," Joe said. "I've already emptied the register though. I'll have to get it out of the safe."

"Let's go then."

Joe walked into his office, followed by the man. After opening the safe, he stepped back.

"There ya go."

"Thanks a lot," the man said arrogantly once he had emptied the safe.

"Uh, no problem," Joe said, hoping he'd leave soon. "Don't spend it all in one place. Maybe I'll see you around."

"No," he said, raising his gun to Joe's chest. "I don't think you will."

"No!" Joe yelled, but it did no good. The young man fired three rounds into his chest and ran.


Duncan rounded the corner back to Joe's mumbling to himself. He'd gotten halfway home when he realized he'd left his jacked at Joe's. Just as he rounded the corner, he heard three loud pops that sounded like gunshots coming from inside. A few seconds later, he saw someone run out the door and down the street.

"Hey!" he yelled. He almost chased after him, but then he remembered the noises he'd heard. "Joe," he whispered to himself as he ran inside.

"Joe!" he shouted, searching everywhere. He finally found him on the floor in his office. "Joe," he said, bending over him.

"Mac," Joe said quietly. "Thought I could control it."

"Shh," Mac said, lifting Joe's head. "You're gonna be fine."

"Don't think so," Joe said, trying to shake his head. "Not this time."

"Don't talk like that, Joe."

"Take care of the bar, okay?"

"Sure."

"Thanks," Joe said with the best smile he had. Then he closed his eyes.

"Joe?" Duncan said. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. This night had taken the worst turn of both their lives.

TBC