"Good evening Rachel, is Connor available?" Scotland asked as she came through the door.
"Go right on up, he's finishing a conference call." Rachel told her.
"Thank you."
~~~~~~~
"Couldn't you leave the rain with Duncan?" His voice stirred her soul, like no other.
"No, he said I should leave it with the next poor bastard name MacLeod." Was the response.
"Ah ha! You've been plotting against me have you?"
"Only behind your back."
"Really? Not enough courage to do it public?"
"Seriously." Her eyes showed him pain as he opened the door to his weapons room. "Its time we finished that talk, we started before I left."
"About what?"
"Who is Jakob Kell?"
~~~~~~~~~
"How much did you see?" Connor pushed gently.
"Everything and I do mean everything, from the explosion here, to Rachel's funeral, you locked in a small room, with a mask on and our deaths."
"Deaths?"
"Both you and Duncan go after Kell on your own, neither of you succeed. He kills everyone, even I cannot stop him.
"Have you told Duncan?"
"No, I can't, otherwise I'll have to tell him about Richie." Scot guzzled the last of the wine from the bottle.
"Richie? Would you care to explain it to me?" He opened another bottle and filled her glass halfway.
"Might as well, Duncan kills him."
"He would never...."
"It will be an accident, its foggy, and Richie wasn't supposed to be there."
"So Duncan thought he was someone else?"
"Yes."
~~~~~~~~~~
With Scotland's help Connor was able to pin down the exact time frame, in which these
events would set in motion. Upset that both her family would die by Kell's hand, Scot swore she would find a way, other then what she saw in her vision,
to vindicate them both. Connor soothed her, and vowed her that would not be necessary, one of them would live.
~~~~~~~~~
Years have past and most of what Scotland told her friend, came true. Rachel's death, destruction of Connor's business and Richie's death.
As Duncan stood over the grave of his teacher in the light of day, hair shorter and much wiser, he tried to say his goodbye.
"Connor." A rich soothing voice imbued the air around Duncan.
"Dead." Duncan replied with out turning around.
"Body only." Scotland, holding three white candles burning brightly, knelt down wearing the MacLeod clan colors, a black vest and blouse.
"Memories are as Immortal as we are."
"Go right on up, he's finishing a conference call." Rachel told her.
"Thank you."
~~~~~~~
"Couldn't you leave the rain with Duncan?" His voice stirred her soul, like no other.
"No, he said I should leave it with the next poor bastard name MacLeod." Was the response.
"Ah ha! You've been plotting against me have you?"
"Only behind your back."
"Really? Not enough courage to do it public?"
"Seriously." Her eyes showed him pain as he opened the door to his weapons room. "Its time we finished that talk, we started before I left."
"About what?"
"Who is Jakob Kell?"
~~~~~~~~~
"How much did you see?" Connor pushed gently.
"Everything and I do mean everything, from the explosion here, to Rachel's funeral, you locked in a small room, with a mask on and our deaths."
"Deaths?"
"Both you and Duncan go after Kell on your own, neither of you succeed. He kills everyone, even I cannot stop him.
"Have you told Duncan?"
"No, I can't, otherwise I'll have to tell him about Richie." Scot guzzled the last of the wine from the bottle.
"Richie? Would you care to explain it to me?" He opened another bottle and filled her glass halfway.
"Might as well, Duncan kills him."
"He would never...."
"It will be an accident, its foggy, and Richie wasn't supposed to be there."
"So Duncan thought he was someone else?"
"Yes."
~~~~~~~~~~
With Scotland's help Connor was able to pin down the exact time frame, in which these
events would set in motion. Upset that both her family would die by Kell's hand, Scot swore she would find a way, other then what she saw in her vision,
to vindicate them both. Connor soothed her, and vowed her that would not be necessary, one of them would live.
~~~~~~~~~
Years have past and most of what Scotland told her friend, came true. Rachel's death, destruction of Connor's business and Richie's death.
As Duncan stood over the grave of his teacher in the light of day, hair shorter and much wiser, he tried to say his goodbye.
"Connor." A rich soothing voice imbued the air around Duncan.
"Dead." Duncan replied with out turning around.
"Body only." Scotland, holding three white candles burning brightly, knelt down wearing the MacLeod clan colors, a black vest and blouse.
"Memories are as Immortal as we are."
