Miracle of the MacLeods

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Chapter 1–Hurry, or You'll Miss the Bus!


"Mìorbhuil Kenna MacLeod! Hurry up or you'll miss the bus!" A red-haired woman with a Scottish accent called up the stairs to the blonde teenager trying to enjoy the last few moments of sleep before she had to hurry out the door and catch her bus to school.

"I'm hurrying!" she called out, though she didn't make a move to get out of bed.

Irritated by the teen's lethargy, the woman trudged upstairs and, coming to stand at the foot of the bed where a large lump resided, pulled off the bedding, revealing the tall girl she had come to see as more of a daughter than a cousin. The girl shrieked as cool air touched her warm, sleepy form; she sat up quickly and glared at her guardian, issuing a string of Scottish-Gaelic swear words that might have made a sailor blush.

"That's enough from you, Missy! Get up and dress! You don't want to be late for your last day of school!"

Hearing the older woman's last phrase, Mìor, as everyone called her, jumped up and quickly dressed, scarfing down the toast and gulping down the juice that had been left on the nightstand.

"Thanks for the breakfast, Elsie!" she called to the woman as she ran down the stairs, grabbed her jacket and backpack, slipped on her favorite green flip-flops, and ran out the door.

"Don't forget, Cousin Duncan is coming for your graduation!" Elsie yelled out of the window she had just opened at the retreating form of her ward.

"Got it!" the yelled reply came just before the young woman ran up the stairs of the yellow bus.


"Mìor! Over here!" a voice called to the teen as she walked up the bus's steps. Depositing the bus ticket in the canister next to the driver, Mìorbhuil MacLeod looked up and saw her best friend waving to her from the middle of the bus.

"Hey, Jamie! What's up?" she asked the brunette who had saved her a seat on the crowded bus.

"Can you believe that we graduate tonight?" the girl called Jamie asked.

"I know; it's so hard to believe that after tonight, we will have survived Hell. After 13 years of school, we'll finally be free!" The two girls squealed as the bus started moving.

"So, do you ladies have anything planned for after school? I mean, besides Grad, of course" the boy sitting directly behind Mìor asked.

"Yes, Alec; we do. We're going to go to the mall and get makeovers. Right, Mìor?" Jamie turned to her friend.

"Actually, you guys, I have to come straight home after school. My cousin Duncan's coming to Grad tonight, and Elsie is making oatcakes, hotch-potch, and forfar bridies. And, yes, Alec, she promised last night that she would make an extra one for you."

Alec, who had been watering at the mouth when his friend had mentioned her cousin's pie, nodded his thanks.

"So, since you're not going to be able to come to the mall today, can we at least meet your cousin?" Jamie asked her.

"Sure; she should have the bridies done by then. And you can find out how cool he is for yourselves, too!" All of Mìor's friends had heard about her cousin, NYU professor Duncan MacLeod, but none had met him. This was going to be a great day.


"That girl is going to be the death of me," Elsie muttered as she watched her 18-year-old cousin dash up the bus's steps just before the vehicle pulled away.

"But will it be a violent death? Or just a shock to your system?" a deep masculine voice behind Elsie asked.

The red-head jumped a bit and whirled around, only to bump into the owner of the voice that had startled her. "Duncan MacLeod. As I live and breathe! Don't you ever do that again!" she said, smiling as she gave a playful punch to the dark-haired man standing in her cousin's room.

"Do what? Ask my cousin a question?" he asked, giving her a Cheshire cat grin as he enveloped the much shorter woman in his arms.

"Scare me, you silly goose! I thought you weren't going to be here for a few more hours," she answered, hugging him back.

"Well, I thought I should let you know the situation regarding Mìor's inheritance as soon as possible," he told her as they walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"What situation?" Elsie asked him as she poured both of them a mug of steaming coffee.

"There's someone within the clan who is challenging Mìor's birthright."

"Who?"

"We don't know. What we do know, however, is that she can't be allowed to go anywhere unprotected."

"That's going to be a little hard considering she's an adult now and she just left for her last day of school."

"I know which is why I've asked some friends of mine to keep tabs on her when she's in Paris."

"Watcher or Immortal?" Elsie asked him.

"Both, actually; we can't be too careful now that she's going to be out of reach of the clan holdings."

"But it's only for the summer. In September, she'll have you and Kate and Iona to watch her." Both adults drank their coffee as the silence permeated the small kitchen.

"That's true, but there's more, Elspeth."

"What do you mean more?"

"I mean, we got the results back. Mìor is not only the child of Aidan and Kirsten."

"You mean-"

"Yes; she's also the child of Conner MacLeod."


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