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Mac hung up the phone with Joe. The watcher hadn't heard of her, but he promised to do everything he could to find out who she was. The problem was that they usually didn't know an immortal before they were immortal. He was till going to see if he could dig anything up.
Duncan suddenly felt tired. It had been a long day with everything that had happened. A very long day. It was only 7:30pm. Joe probably wouldn't call back tonight. Mac decided that the best thing to do right now was to get his mind off of things.
So he decided to change and meet Richie downstairs to train. He would come up every so often to check on Destiny. First things first though. He needed to change.
Duncan quietly walked into the bedroom. Destiny was now on her side. The blanket was down to her hips. He walked over and felt her forehead. She didn't have a fever which was good. Color had already returned to her face. She was just physically and more than likely emotionally exhausted.
Destiny shivered and mumbled in her sleep. Mac covered her back up with the blanket and wiped a few strands of hair out of her face. Then he went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of blue sweat pants and a white t-shirt. He walked to the door and took one last look at Destiny. Convincing himself she was all right, he left the room.
Mac went into the bathroom and changed. Then he went down to the dojo. Richie had resumed his training. He was completely focused on what he was doing, but still had an awareness of what was around him. Besides it wasn't as if you couldn't tell when another immortal was with in five feet.
"How's Destiny?"
"She's sleeping," Mac replied as he walked over and picked up a sword. "She doesn't have a fever. I think she was just over tired."
Richie laughed and stopped what he was doing. "I know how that is. When you're on the streets, sometimes you can't sleep for days. You have to watch your back or someone will either hurt or kill you. It's ruthless out there Mac. I mean they don't care who you are or where you come from. They only care about themselves."
Duncan walked over to Richie and put a hand on his shoulder. It was rare that the young man talked about his past. Normally you had to pry it out of him.
The younger man pulled away. "Sorry Mac. I don't mean to ramble."
"Richie,"
"Let's just train," he said cutting Mac off.
Duncan nodded. The two men raised their swords and began fighting. The sounds of swords clanging against each other were the only sound heard for the next two hours. Both men had anger that they needed to rid themselves of. So they went to the only source they knew. The sword.
Finally after what seemed an eternity, the two men sat down from pure exhaustion. They were both covered in sweat. Duncan's shirt was so thick with it that it clung to his chest. The two men sat on the dojo floor.
"I needed that," Richie said.
"Both of us did."
They smiled at each other.
"Okay, I'm hungry," Richie said.
"What else is new?" Duncan laughed. "Come on. Let's go upstairs and I'll make us dinner."
"Sounds like a plan."
The two men got up and went for the elevator. As soon as they opened the gate to get out a piercing scream rang through out the apartment. The two men ran for the bedroom.
Duncan threw the door open. Destiny was sitting up in bed panting. Sweat permeated her skin and made her hair matt to her forehead. Her eyes were wide and wild.
"Destiny, what's wrong?"
She looked over at him and they noticed she was shaking.
Duncan walked over and sat beside her. She leaned into him and he put his arm around her.
"It's all right. You're safe."
Richie stood at the door. He could see the fear in her eyes. It didn't go away when Mac held her. It might never go away. Not until whoever hurt her was either put away or dead. Until she knew that that person could never hurt her again.
"I'm sorry," Destiny whispered.
"Shhh, everything's all right. You're all right."
She pulled away from Duncan and sat up. She wrapped her arms around herself and began rocking. She looked down and noticed that all she was wearing was a black shirt. Destiny jumped out of bed and backed away from them.
"What happened?" She asked, fear evident in her voice.
"Calm down," Duncan said, standing up.
"What happened to my clothes?"
"You passed out downstairs," Mac told her. "I changed you out of the clothes you were wearing because you were soaked. Nothing happened."
She took another step back. "I don't even know you! What made you think you had the right to change me?" She yelled.
"I didn't want you to get sick," Mac said, remaining calm. "You were shivering."
Destiny turned away and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to help." She turned back to face them. "I just wasn't expecting it ya know."
"Destiny, how did you get those scars on your back?"
She didn't answer.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on."
"I never asked for your help."
"I never said you did, but that doesn't change the fact that you need help."
"I don't need anything from you," She said and started for the bedroom door.
Richie was still leaning against it and blocked her path.
"Move Richie." She said.
"Hmm let me think about this. Um no."
"You don't want to piss me off."
Richie laughed. "Or what?"
Before he could even finish laughing Destiny hit the left side of his face with a right hook. Richie stumbled, but didn't fall. There was more surprise in his eyes than anything else. Duncan was even surprised. "If you think that's all I can do you are mistaken," Destiny told him. "Now get out of my way."
Mac game up and put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped away from him.
"Don't touch me!"
He was confused.
"Not five minutes ago I was comforting you. Now you don't even want me to touch you?"
"Momentary lapse in sanity."
"Haven't I proved to you that I'm not going to hurt you?"
Destiny glared at him. "You haven't proved anything. I've known you for less than 10 hours!"
Duncan sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Look if I was going to hurt you, I would have done it already, but I'm not. I just want to."
"To help, I know I know. Did you ever think that maybe I don't want your help?"
"Whether you want it or not you need it," Mac told her.
"I don't need anything from you, or anyone else," She seethed. "Now where are my clothes so I can get out of there?"
"You're out of luck kid," Richie said. "Your clothes are in the washer. You have to wait for them to dry."
"You know, I really don't like you!" She said as she started walking towards him.
Mac quickly grabbed her around the waist. She started kicking and screaming.
"Let go of me Alec!" She yelled.
Duncan and Richie exchanged a glance.
"Let go!" She screamed again.
"Destiny calm down!" Mac said.
She was flailing her arms and kicking her legs. Duncan pulled her to the floor. He readjusted his arms over her so she couldn't swing her arms anymore, and wrapped his legs over hers.
Destiny screamed a loud blood curling scream.
Richie just stood by the door. He wasn't thrilled that the kid had hit him, but he didn't exactly dislike her. He understood that she was scared, but hadn't expected her to freak out like this.
"Destiny, its Duncan. Calm down."
She was still struggling in his arms. Richie walked over and kneeled down. He grabbed her face and made her look at him.
"Destiny, its Richie."
She had her eyes closed tight.
"Look at me."
Slowly she opened her eyes.
"R-richie?" She whispered.
"Ya kiddo, it's me."
She blinked a couple of times. "Let go of me," She said calmly.
Duncan slowly let her go. Destiny pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She started rocking back and forth.
"Are you all right?" Duncan asked, still sitting behind her.
"I'm cold."
Mac stood up and grabbed the blanket off the bed. He kneeled down and wrapped it around her.
"Destiny, who's Alec?"
She looked up at him and sighed. "It's a long story."
"Believe me we have plenty of time," Richie said.
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Mac hung up the phone with Joe. The watcher hadn't heard of her, but he promised to do everything he could to find out who she was. The problem was that they usually didn't know an immortal before they were immortal. He was till going to see if he could dig anything up.
Duncan suddenly felt tired. It had been a long day with everything that had happened. A very long day. It was only 7:30pm. Joe probably wouldn't call back tonight. Mac decided that the best thing to do right now was to get his mind off of things.
So he decided to change and meet Richie downstairs to train. He would come up every so often to check on Destiny. First things first though. He needed to change.
Duncan quietly walked into the bedroom. Destiny was now on her side. The blanket was down to her hips. He walked over and felt her forehead. She didn't have a fever which was good. Color had already returned to her face. She was just physically and more than likely emotionally exhausted.
Destiny shivered and mumbled in her sleep. Mac covered her back up with the blanket and wiped a few strands of hair out of her face. Then he went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of blue sweat pants and a white t-shirt. He walked to the door and took one last look at Destiny. Convincing himself she was all right, he left the room.
Mac went into the bathroom and changed. Then he went down to the dojo. Richie had resumed his training. He was completely focused on what he was doing, but still had an awareness of what was around him. Besides it wasn't as if you couldn't tell when another immortal was with in five feet.
"How's Destiny?"
"She's sleeping," Mac replied as he walked over and picked up a sword. "She doesn't have a fever. I think she was just over tired."
Richie laughed and stopped what he was doing. "I know how that is. When you're on the streets, sometimes you can't sleep for days. You have to watch your back or someone will either hurt or kill you. It's ruthless out there Mac. I mean they don't care who you are or where you come from. They only care about themselves."
Duncan walked over to Richie and put a hand on his shoulder. It was rare that the young man talked about his past. Normally you had to pry it out of him.
The younger man pulled away. "Sorry Mac. I don't mean to ramble."
"Richie,"
"Let's just train," he said cutting Mac off.
Duncan nodded. The two men raised their swords and began fighting. The sounds of swords clanging against each other were the only sound heard for the next two hours. Both men had anger that they needed to rid themselves of. So they went to the only source they knew. The sword.
Finally after what seemed an eternity, the two men sat down from pure exhaustion. They were both covered in sweat. Duncan's shirt was so thick with it that it clung to his chest. The two men sat on the dojo floor.
"I needed that," Richie said.
"Both of us did."
They smiled at each other.
"Okay, I'm hungry," Richie said.
"What else is new?" Duncan laughed. "Come on. Let's go upstairs and I'll make us dinner."
"Sounds like a plan."
The two men got up and went for the elevator. As soon as they opened the gate to get out a piercing scream rang through out the apartment. The two men ran for the bedroom.
Duncan threw the door open. Destiny was sitting up in bed panting. Sweat permeated her skin and made her hair matt to her forehead. Her eyes were wide and wild.
"Destiny, what's wrong?"
She looked over at him and they noticed she was shaking.
Duncan walked over and sat beside her. She leaned into him and he put his arm around her.
"It's all right. You're safe."
Richie stood at the door. He could see the fear in her eyes. It didn't go away when Mac held her. It might never go away. Not until whoever hurt her was either put away or dead. Until she knew that that person could never hurt her again.
"I'm sorry," Destiny whispered.
"Shhh, everything's all right. You're all right."
She pulled away from Duncan and sat up. She wrapped her arms around herself and began rocking. She looked down and noticed that all she was wearing was a black shirt. Destiny jumped out of bed and backed away from them.
"What happened?" She asked, fear evident in her voice.
"Calm down," Duncan said, standing up.
"What happened to my clothes?"
"You passed out downstairs," Mac told her. "I changed you out of the clothes you were wearing because you were soaked. Nothing happened."
She took another step back. "I don't even know you! What made you think you had the right to change me?" She yelled.
"I didn't want you to get sick," Mac said, remaining calm. "You were shivering."
Destiny turned away and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to help." She turned back to face them. "I just wasn't expecting it ya know."
"Destiny, how did you get those scars on your back?"
She didn't answer.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on."
"I never asked for your help."
"I never said you did, but that doesn't change the fact that you need help."
"I don't need anything from you," She said and started for the bedroom door.
Richie was still leaning against it and blocked her path.
"Move Richie." She said.
"Hmm let me think about this. Um no."
"You don't want to piss me off."
Richie laughed. "Or what?"
Before he could even finish laughing Destiny hit the left side of his face with a right hook. Richie stumbled, but didn't fall. There was more surprise in his eyes than anything else. Duncan was even surprised. "If you think that's all I can do you are mistaken," Destiny told him. "Now get out of my way."
Mac game up and put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped away from him.
"Don't touch me!"
He was confused.
"Not five minutes ago I was comforting you. Now you don't even want me to touch you?"
"Momentary lapse in sanity."
"Haven't I proved to you that I'm not going to hurt you?"
Destiny glared at him. "You haven't proved anything. I've known you for less than 10 hours!"
Duncan sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Look if I was going to hurt you, I would have done it already, but I'm not. I just want to."
"To help, I know I know. Did you ever think that maybe I don't want your help?"
"Whether you want it or not you need it," Mac told her.
"I don't need anything from you, or anyone else," She seethed. "Now where are my clothes so I can get out of there?"
"You're out of luck kid," Richie said. "Your clothes are in the washer. You have to wait for them to dry."
"You know, I really don't like you!" She said as she started walking towards him.
Mac quickly grabbed her around the waist. She started kicking and screaming.
"Let go of me Alec!" She yelled.
Duncan and Richie exchanged a glance.
"Let go!" She screamed again.
"Destiny calm down!" Mac said.
She was flailing her arms and kicking her legs. Duncan pulled her to the floor. He readjusted his arms over her so she couldn't swing her arms anymore, and wrapped his legs over hers.
Destiny screamed a loud blood curling scream.
Richie just stood by the door. He wasn't thrilled that the kid had hit him, but he didn't exactly dislike her. He understood that she was scared, but hadn't expected her to freak out like this.
"Destiny, its Duncan. Calm down."
She was still struggling in his arms. Richie walked over and kneeled down. He grabbed her face and made her look at him.
"Destiny, its Richie."
She had her eyes closed tight.
"Look at me."
Slowly she opened her eyes.
"R-richie?" She whispered.
"Ya kiddo, it's me."
She blinked a couple of times. "Let go of me," She said calmly.
Duncan slowly let her go. Destiny pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She started rocking back and forth.
"Are you all right?" Duncan asked, still sitting behind her.
"I'm cold."
Mac stood up and grabbed the blanket off the bed. He kneeled down and wrapped it around her.
"Destiny, who's Alec?"
She looked up at him and sighed. "It's a long story."
"Believe me we have plenty of time," Richie said.
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