The rest of the work day was Arielle working on her design and MacLeod helping to inspire her. He spoke of the shores of Scotland so accurately it was if he was a real person from the very place. His descriptions helped to give her a feel for a sea shore home on a rocky beach with seals, hermit cottages and lonely towers. He spoke of the homeliness that he remembered from his movie universe. The Highlander was such an extremely different man.

He was close to her yet distant. Not as personal as The Kurgan had been. The Kurgan looked through every thought, noticed every emotion, teased her in any way he could. Most of all he begged her, and the way he had been as patient as he could to get her to make him real astounded her. He dug too deep into her head while MacLeod respectfully gave her space.

When she went home she happily chatted to the Highlander. He asked her light things and nothing deep, again giving her space. For some reason she found that she liked being closer to her 'imaginary friends' rather than distant. She hid those thoughts from her new friend though and smiled. She did enjoy his company, she really did. But all he was; company. As if they worked together and she was just giving him a lift somewhere, or co-workers who spoke to each other but weren't exactly friends.

At the apartment he opened doors for her and wasn't a monster like her Kurgan had been. "Wait?" she thought to herself. "Why did I say my Kurgan? I'm glad that bastard is gone." She shook her head.

She found that there wasn't any excitement outside of speaking to him because without the antagonist there wasn't much conflict. Every since Charlie. . .well, her life had been dull . With that awful Kurgan around she was always alert and there was always something to do.

Over dinner, which he of course didn't eat, she asked him questions about being from the "movie universe". "So can you go to other universes too? Or just this real one?" She asked.

He leaned back and studied her soft, mischievous eyes. "It's hard to explain, but a straight answer would be no. We stick to where we come from unless a real world human brings us to their imagination." He answered kindly.

"And what about conflict outside the movie universes? What would happen if you and that beast met right now in my house?" She asked. It was a question she had dying to know since the beginning but had never asked The Kurgan.

"We'd fight of course. Right now The Kurgan and I are on a separate mission from our movie we're still in conflict. The story sort of drags on with us. While we all know the end I myself have already reached it and will do it over again forever," he answered.

Arielle smiled in interest and loved the answer.

Before going to bed MacLeod walked through the door and told her he was going to stroll through her world. Arielle bid him good night and went to sleep. The Highlander walked up her street and in a dream she wasn't going to remember she allowed The Kurgan and him to meet. MacLeod under the third street lamp up from Arielle's home and was halfway to the fourth when he felt the presence of another Immortal. He quickly spun round to look behind him and saw nothing. It was when he turned back that his eyes widened a little at the sight of The Kurgan.

In his pre-80's clothes, he stood under the street lamp ahead of MacLeod, the orange light casting dark shadows over his face.

"What are you doing here Kurgan?" The Highlander asked calmly. His hand went to the hilt of his katana just inside his coat.

The Kurgan laughed, "I'm not here to fight you Highlander. I came here to force her to bring me back," he explained.

MacLeod relaxed, but only slightly. "Why?"

"Because she wants me in her bed. You can see that."

"She doesn't want you that badly Kurgan," he said with a teasing on his face, "Are you sure it's not you who wants back to bed her?"

The Kurgan's smile quickly vanished and replaced by a dark look, "You don't know what you're talking about MacLeod."

Connor wasn't impressed by his scowl, "I think I do. Not only do I see inside her head but I saw what you thought too. I know how badly you wanted her and still do." He smirked, "Did The Kurgan find his woman?"

The man in front of him growled and then drew his sword and began to stalk towards his opponent when after five or so steps he stopped. "Damn it! Being near her home is like Holy Ground."

"Too bad," MacLeod said. "It would have been an interesting fight, here in the real world."

"Don't be an idiot MacLeod, you know it'd be no different," The Kurgan's deep voice was filled with hatred at his enemy.

The other man only laughed, "I want to have a look around the modern age first if you don't mind." The Kurgan's eyes blazed with rage, "She'll get rid of me when she wants. It'll only be a few days, so don't get too upset."

"What about your precious Brenda?" The Kurgan's implied her name as a threat.

The hero thought nothing of it, "You know you won't touch her. You and I are both on a separate mission apart from our world right now and I doubt you'd truly leave Arielle's side until you get her to make you real."

With a final glare thrown at The Highlander, The Kurgan put his sword away and then turned around and stalked into the darkness. Connor smiled and then turned right and made his way into the small town where Arielle lived. He was used to the world of the 1980's and his small glimpse into the 'future' fascinated him. He spent the rest of the night walking the beach and town, glad that he went unseen