So, As said in the description, this is a story based off of Paula Quinn's Highlander series. There wasn't really a preference in the description for this subject, I saw, so I am assuming this is alright. If not PLEASE let me know!
On another note, I do not own any Characters other than Heather...and Chris, since he doesn't really exist...Hope you all enjoy!
Scotland in the year of 2014
A group of three, each with their own rolling suitcases moved through the cobblestone streets of Scotland, one with a lidded gaze, the other two with bright eyes of excitement. The three were dressed in 17th century clothing, though the year was actually 2014, the young male of about 5'7" dressed in a white cotton shirt and a red plaid kilt, a belt holding the material to his hips. Tall soft leather boots rested to mid shin as gray blue eyes peered out through black shaggy hair. His lidded gaze turned to glance at the second and younger two beside him, one standing at about 5'2" while the other only reached about 4'8". All were adults though, the shorter female older than the other, almost black hair with red streaks within it fell about her shoulders and dark brown eyes were as wide as the smile on her face, a white square necked shirt mostly hidden under an ocean blue corset which a long skirt to match. The small woman moved over to her two companions, though more so to the one of mid-height. "Thanks for bringing me along with you Heather, this is gonna be a blast!"
Blue green eyes flicked over as she glanced down at the brown eyed female. Her own dark brown hair pulled back into a pony tail at the nape of her neck. Unlike her two companions, she was dressed in more English attire, rather than the appropriate Scottish. Her breasts though bound tight under a white cotton shirt like their male companion, soft tan leather breeches on her legs that were covered from calf down by her own soft leather boots. Full lips pulled into a light smile then as she gave a soft nod, a hand coming up and patting the 23 year old next to them. "Thank Chris here Carissa…I wouldn't have been able to go if he didn't ask me to."
Chris Bryce looked over to the two and gave a soft nod then before turning out and glancing around. The streets themselves hadn't changed since the olden days; then again they were about within a part of Scotland that had more countryside than anything. "It's no big deal really…I know how you are with your Scotsman…" blue gray eyes slowly moved over to Heather with a slow grin creeping onto his lips as he gave a soft jab to the woman, dressed in male clothing beside him with his elbow. "You and your highlanders…"
"Oh shush, you like 'em too ya tard…" the 21 year old gave Chris a light shove, though a smirk of her own hit her features, "can't help that I like my men beefy."
"Oh, I know what you mean, hon'," Carissa piped in then with a grin before she glanced over to Chris. "So…where's the place you said we were staying at?"
Chris frowned, moving to the top pocket of his suitcase and unzipping it, pulling out a piece of paper before opening it once more and glancing at the address and directions scribbled down on it. Unlike Carissa or Heather, the 23 year old had family native to Scotland, his grandparents having moved from the country to America in their young years. That left his great grandparents in the country alone. The elderly couple had passed though, and they had left the house to the rest of the family in their will. Chris's family though eventually decided to keep the house as a summer get away home…which was precisely what the young man was using it for. The first person to be asked though was Heather, as the two had become friends through college; Carissa meeting the young man through Heather as the two young women had been friends since they were teenagers.
Eyeing the paper a bit more he gave a soft nod of confirmation before stating, "It's farther out, towards the mountains that way." A hand lifted as he pointed out where one could see the soft hint of the tall rock formations out within the horizon. The three were out where it had once been called Skye.
"Hrm…" Heather brought a hand up as she gripped her chin, her head tilting as she glanced out in the mountains in thought. "…Wonder if the mountains are climbable… or if there's a guide that'll take us…"
"No," Chris instantly shook his head making the two woman glance at him. "…There's no way you're getting me to go up those mountains…ever."
"Well…as long as I have my inhaler..." Carissa glanced from Heather, to Chris, and then back before giving a light shrug. "I'm all for it."
Heather smiled at her friend before her eyes moved to Chris. "Well then, you can be all nice and cozy in the house…we'll go exploring with a guide." Heather easily slipped her arm around Carissa's shoulder with a bright smile still on her face.
Chris sighed before shaking his head. "Honestly I don't think it's a good idea…" at the frown on Heather's face he rose a hand up. "Think about it guys…you've no idea where you are…"
"We're in Scotland…"
Chris pulled his lips into a scowl at the blue green eyed 21 year old before continuing. "You don't know much about Scotland…you don't know any of the people here…it would probably just be a better idea if you stayed on solid ground instead of trying to climb rock."
Carissa and Heather glanced to each other before the 22 year old tilted her head. "…He kinda does have a point…"
Heather frowned at the comment before giving a soft sigh and nodding. "Yeah…." Gripping her luggage a bit tighter, her eyes then moving back to Chris, "So how're we getting to the house, eh?" Heather kept her arm around her friend's shoulders as she eyed Chris.
Chris tilted his head lightly before his gaze turned to a few cars passing by, a hand coming up though to one in particular, "Taxi!"
A good half hour later, the three had made it to the summer house Chris and his family was then given. They reached it within decent time though, as it later began to rain, the sound of it tapping along the windows and the roof of the five bedroom filled home.
The two young women were sitting in a room together, though they were to sleep in separate ones. Carissa on Heather's bed next to the young woman, her feet swinging slowly as she sat up while the other simply was lying on her back, her feet hanging over the bed also.
"Carissa…" Heather gently poked the girl on the arm, the two still in their costumes. "We're in…Scotland…" A grin slowly spread across her face as a chuckle passed her. "Like….fuckin' Scotland!"
A smile of her own was given as Carissa nudged her arm into Heather. "You're a goof…" the comment stated with a light giggle before she looked about and then back at her friend. "You really look like a dude…you know that?"
"Well…that's the point." Heather gave a grin again before sitting up, a blink passing her as a roll of thunder sounded above. "…Huh…didn't know it was gonna storm." Her head turned to the window where she had only a view of part of the mountain. The area even seemed darker even outside as storm clouds had gathered.
Carissa gave a nod, her own form moving and looking out the window also. "Wonder how long it's gonna rain…" Her head tilting a little before she glanced back over to Heather.
The 21 year old shrugged lightly before falling back onto the mattress again with a low sigh. "Damn…I was hoping we'd be a wee bit closer to the more city like areas…" She shrugged then as her arms flopped above her head over the bed with a light breath before she stretched, her eyes lidded then as she stared up at the ceiling. "It would've been nice to at least go outside later…"
"Yeah…but how are we gonna get there?" Carissa turned her gaze from the window and to her friend with a rose brow.
Heather merely shrugged, eyes closing then before opening them once more. "I saw bikes in the garage…"
"Well…" Carissa's lips pulled into a frown in thought before letting out a soft breath, shoulders lifting in a shrug. "I suppose as long as I have my inhaler… I'll be okay."
Heather gave a soft nod before letting out a breath and looking back up to the ceiling. She couldn't believe it….she was in Scotland! As a young woman she had been fascinated by the country due to the romance novels she'd bought in her teenage years. The fact of brutal highland warrior that could love just as fierce and also be somewhat gentle with a woman was something she liked and something she actually wanted in a man. So when she was asked about going on a vacation to Scotland while they were having something similar to a renaissance festival, she'd been more than happy to oblige. She smiled lightly as her eyes shut slowly.
"Hey….Heather…" Carissa's voice caught the younger's attention then as she glanced to the smaller 22 year old who was still glancing out the window. "I think I see something out here…"
Frowning then, Heather moved her figure off the bed, her body leading her towards the window as she peered out where the young woman was pointing. Blue green eyes squinting softly, she honestly couldn't believe how dark it had gotten outside within the past ten minutes, the rain making it hard to see as it seemed to start pouring down by now. A strike of lightening caused the area to light up though, her eyes widening at the sudden roll of thunder that boomed loud overhead. Eyes searching at the times of lightening, she caught sight of a dark figure staring back at her, the body of it on all fours and…was that a tail?
"…Looks like a dog…I think." Heather glanced over to Carissa who nodded in confirmation.
"That's what I was thinking…" A frown crossed her face then. "You think it could be someone's dog..?"
Heather winced at the question. She'd been through having a dog running away in a storm when she was younger. It had been a hard time for her in all honesty as she'd grown up with the dog around her the whole time. Therefore, she knew how bad it could be to lose a dog…if it was someone's dog. A light sigh passed her before she shrugged, her eyes moving over to Carissa's again. "I dunno…" Her eyes moved back to the window as she looked back out to the dog. It honestly had a wolf like appearance to it. Her eyes narrowing at it as the canine seemed to look directly at her, as if expecting something from her or waiting for her to do something. A light sigh passing her before she moved towards the door, "I'm gonna see if it'll come to me…"
Carissa frowned a little at her friend before letting out a breath. "Are you sure..? I mean…it's really bad outside…" She moved after Heather then as the girl grabbed a rain jacket from her suitcase.
"I'll be fine…" Heather turned and glanced over to Carissa with a light smile. "It's not like I'm going to try and climb the mountain or anything…"
Carissa blinked as the 21 year old then disappeared out the door before raising a brow and then sighing, moving to her own room and grabbing her own rain coat. "Hey wait up!"
Heather blinked and turned then, waiting for the 22 year old before nodding, moving through the hall and out the back door through the kitchen. The instant feeling of cool rain and cold wind hitting her form making the woman wince, shorter parts of her hair pulling out of her ponytail and whipping around her pale face. Her eyes lifted as lightening lit up the sky again. Her eyes widened a little at the dog that seemed a good distance away still. Her feet moving into a run.
Carissa gave a light shiver, pulling her coat around her tighter before seeing Heather move towards where the dog had been, her hands gripping the skirt of her clothing and moving forward after her. This is a bad idea… Her mind was chanting it as another boom of thunder sounded above them again. "Heather we better hurry…" Her eyes moved about in the dark, squinting them before lightening flashed again eyes wide though as she spotted her friend up near the rocks of the mountain. "Heather!"
The 21 year old could hardly hear her friend as she reached up in an attempt to coax the dog down from the rock ledge it was standing on. The thing was huge really; it had to be mixed with a larger dog species such as possibly a Great Dane or something. She wasn't entirely sure though her form up on tip toes as she blinked and reached a hand outward towards the dog, the angle she was at identifying it as a boy. "Come on down buddy…" she let out a few kiss noises to the canine. "Come on boy…"
The dog simply cocked its head to the side, his eyes seeming to analyze her before giving a bark, his tail wagging before he let out a snort of sorts jumping up higher to another rock, then sitting down and looking back to Heather who glared lightly at the dog.
"You're going the wrong way…" it was a low mumble before she sighed, her eyes moving downward and the ground, there were a few rocks that seemed to be enough for her to climb or step up on. The rain was coming down in large drops that pounded down on her body. Her breeches soaked like her hair and her face. Gripping the rocks then she lifted and stepped up onto a rock before kissing to the dog that only seemed to try and take another step higher. "God damn it get your ass down here!"
"Heather!" Carissa's voice was almost drowned out by another rumble of thunder, the woman reaching her younger companion before a hand came up and tugged at the jacket she wore. "Heather we need to get back to the house! Like now!" Her eyes moved skyward, squinting against the rain that then pelted her face. She'd thought this was a bad idea…it had always been a bad idea. Shouldn't have gone out here…damn it!
Heather felt the pull on her clothes, her eyes moving back to her friend. "I've almost got him, I promise." Blue green eyes turned back around and she gave a yelp, eyes wide as the dog was just inches from her face, the rain plastering her hair around the sides of her face. The cold of the wind seemed to go through her jacket, her form shivering as she heard Carissa again, though it seemed faint…distant as she looked deep into the large dark brown canine's dark violet eyes after the lightening flash.
Violet? Heather's brows furrowed as she felt another pull on her jacket, her head then turning down to find Carissa staring passed her, eyes wide with fear as another flash of lightening came, followed by a low rumbling, but it wasn't thunder. Turning, she glanced up with wide eyes, the dog having vanished to reveal larger rocks tumbling down straight for the two girls. Oh shit… it was the only thing the 21 year old could think, her eyes shutting tight then as the last thing she heard was the shrill scream from her friend.
Scotland in the year of1685
Laughter was in the air, as a boy of about eight years of age ran top speed down a field of purple heather. A soft kilt and a white cotton shirt covered the child's small body as he moved brown hair down and falling around his face when still billowing back as it was windswept with the speed he was moving. The laughter and running came to a sudden halt though at the sight of two figures lying out in the field.
Hamish Macgregor skidded to a halt, his soft blue eyes taking in the two figures that seemed out cold before him. A couple, it seemed. A young woman and what appeared to be a young man in English clothes. But there seemed to be something wrong with the two; the young woman having almost black hair with what appeared to be bright red within the black, something the young boy had never seen before.
Get help…the thought was instant and it left the young boy fleeing back towards the castle. Picking his way through the plants before eyes widened as his foot caught on something, a yelp passing him as he began to fall face first, though his little hands caught his body so the impact wasn't all that hard. Turning quickly to see what he tripped on he found a set of crossed male legs mostly covered by a pair of leather boots. Moving his eyes to the other end of the body he found a white shirt covering a broad shouldered individual, chestnut colored hair in waves falling around his face as large arms were crossed behind his head. The face was well angled, though the nose was bent as it had been broken, and the hazel eyes were staring back at the child's blue ones.
Tristan Macgregor blinked at little Hamish, a light brown brow quirking upwards at the distressed look on the young face. "Somethin' the matter, Hamish?" He slowly moved to a sitting position, his legs lifting up a little and his arms resting on his knees, a frown marring handsome features as the child scrambled to his feet. "What's gotten into ye lad? What's wrong?"
"Tristan!" Hamish moved to the larger older male, both hands grabbing onto the his wrist and tugging as if to bring the man to his feet. "Tristan ye have to come with me, quick! I found people in the field!" The child's breath came heavy from the running and the adrenaline. "A lass an' an Englishman! Ye have to come with me Tristan, quick!"
An Englishman? The frown on Tristan's face deepened. The family of Macgregor's of Skye were one's that kept their home secret from everyone, and the fact an Englishman and a woman had found them…that was never a good thing.
Moving to his feet, Tristan moved and followed the now running child, his own tall form moving into a jog to keep up with the child speeding down the hill, though it didn't take long before Hamish skidded to a halt. Tristan slowing before his eyes narrowed lightly on the two figures. The one did indeed looked to be a young Englishman, the figure short and the face, or what part of it he could see was a young face, still round and childish really. The girl though…seemed to be a bit confusing, she was even smaller than the boy, so he assumed her to be younger…but... Hazel eyes took in her rather shapely form and his head tilted lightly. The size of her chest and her hips that were easily seen with the more form hugging dress she wore said that she was older than what he'd assumed. And…her hair was black and red?
"Tristan…" Hamish lightly tugged on the shirt of the man, big blue eyes looking up to him. "What should we do?"
Indeed…what to do? Letting out a breath Tristan gently pushed Hamish back towards the castle. "Ye will go an' get someone else…tell them what's going on…ye hear?" As the boy glanced up to the man he gave another gentle shove against the boy again. "Go!"
He then watched as Hamish nodded and took off running before giving a nod, hazel eyes then moving back before squatting down, elbows resting on his knees. Now, all he had to do was wait for the two to wake up, and until then, he had time to form some questions for them.
Short chapter, I know, But I figured it'll be good. Now, onto working on chapter two . Reviews are welcome!