Disclaimer: The Highlander world belongs to Panzer-Davies productions and anyone I am unaware of. I am just a fan writing this for my own enjoyment and possibly the enjoyment of other fans. I am not making any money off of this so please don't sue.

Note: I've been debating writing this for a while. It's been a while since I've seen Highlander the Series and I'd rather forget ever seeing End game but this idea just wouldn't let me go. It's a bit on the cliche side in a Dallas kind of way but I really want to work with the idea. So here it is.

I'll be honest up front I am playing fast and loose with all Post Season Five of Highlander the Series Canon. It'll become clear as you read. Highlander the Raven still happened but in an alternate form that will become clear as the fic goes on. Also this is set in 2007 Ten years from Archangel which didn't quiet happen the way it did in canon.

WARNING: I am not going to warn for content or pairings in this fic. I want the reader to see how things have changed along with Duncan in the ten years he's been dreaming.

After the Dream

Prologue

Duncan Macleod sat watching his son Connor walk down the isle to get married. He glanced over at his wife Anna and smiled. She looked at him and then in a quiet voice asked him a simple question. "Are you Happy Duncan?"

"More than I've ever been." He answered honestly it had been a hard road but now that his son had won the prize and ended the game he was happier than he'd ever been before. He saw her smile sadly and then she was gone replaced by Kate his immortal ex-wife. He was struck speechless and turned seeing the wedding of his son melting away to be replaced by a stark race track in Paris. "What is this?" He asked angrily turning back toward Kate only to find Cassandra in her stead.

"So the Dream ends." Cassandra said with a cold smile. "My revenge upon you is complete." Duncan saw her face curl into a horrible expression. "When you chose to save Methos I knew you had to be punished." Duncan found he couldn't speak as she went on. "I waited for you here and laid a curse upon you." She smiled cooly. "You would dream for ten years and during that time all your desires would be fulfilled the good and the bad." She smiled at him "As you awaken try to remember that part of you wanted everything that occurred all the deaths were wished for by you."

Finding he could speak again Duncan had to ask. "Why Cassandra?" He still couldn't believe it had all been a dream even as the race track faded away. "Why would you do this to me I loved you once?"

"And I still love you it's why I did it." She said sadly. "I tried but I couldn't move on knowing he was still alive so I gave you my head and with it this curse so you would understand true pain as I do." Duncan didn't understand what she meant by that but he couldn't ask her. As everything faded out, he screamed out asking her why one final time.

He awoke suddenly to find himself laying in a comfortable bed, in a stark white room an old woman leaning over him with a curious expression. "So you're finally awake." As she leaned back, he realized she was an immortal. His shock at seeing such an old woman as an immortal must have registered. "Do you truly think it's only the young who die violent deaths?"

"No." Duncan said unfortunately he'd seen a lot of elderly victims during his long life. "I've just never met someone who was so old when they had their first death." He looked around slightly. "Where am I?" He then quickly added.

"A sanctuary for immortals who cannot defend themselves." She said patiently. "The very old, the very young and those who have lost arms and legs." She looked at him a curious expression on her face. "You were our first coma patient." She then frowned. "As to how you got that way I don't have a clue all, and all I know for sure is that you were found next to the body of a very old immortal in a race track in Paris."

Duncan frowned, he'd never heard of any such place. "How did I come to be here?" He was trying to keep calm and piece together what had happened to him. "I can't tell what is real and what isn't?"

"Connor Macleod one of the few we have trusted with our location sent you here." She said calmly. "We will contact him to come collect you as we can't have you knowing our location."

Duncan was glad to hear that Connor was alive but he didn't like the tone she'd taken. "I am more than capable of making my own way home." He then stated simply. "I give you my word that no one will find this place because of me."

"Frankly Macleod you word isn't good enough." She said harshly. "You have many enemies Macleod and we wouldn't have even taken you if we didn't owe Connor a debt." He was shocked at her dismissal. "You will remain in this room until Connor arrives if you try to leave we will shoot you and then strap you to the bed."

Duncan was left alone wondering if he could really trust this woman or not. He occasionally felt the presence of other immortals passing by his room and he was very sure there were at least one or two immortal guards at the end of the hall. He didn't think he could fight his way out unarmed so he began to try to piece together what was real and what wasn't from his memories. After some time the only thing he was completely sure of was that Kate had never existed he'd never been married.

To be continued...

I hated Kate Macleod I mean it's not like there was a big deal in the series about Duncan never loving a woman enough to marry her until Tessa after all. Sorry I really hated End game and am perfectly happy to pretend it was all a dream caused by a vengeful Cassandra.