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Duncan woke up with a start in the middle of the night. He felt something, but it wasn't another immortal. Something wasn't right. He quickly got out of bed, grabbed his spare robe and walked out of the room.
Richie was sleeping soundly on the couch. Duncan smiled at the site of his young friend. Mac knew Richie had come far in the two years that he'd known him. Especially after finding out about Emily and that con artist who pretended to be his father. Mac had thought the young man would have closed up all over again, but he did just the opposite.
He opened up to Mac about how he had felt. Not as much as the Highlander would have liked, but for Richie it was good. He walked over to the couch and recovered him with the blanket that he had knocked on the floor.
Everything looked in order. No one had broken in or anything. Mac just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. His next destination was Dri's room.
He walked across the loft and quietly opened the door. Dri wasn't on the bed. He walked farther in the room.
"Dri?" He called.
A soft mumbling noise came from the other side of the bed. Duncan walked around and saw Dri curled in a tight ball on the floor. She had already woken up screaming earlier in the night. The robe had almost fallen off from all her tossing and turning, so she was wearing another oversized blue shirt that Richie had given to her.
Duncan knelt down beside her. She was drenched in sweat.
"I'm sorry," She mumbled still asleep.
Mac picked her up and she cried out from the pressure on her bruises. The pain woke her up.
"What happened?" She asked as he set her back in bed.
"It's all right," He said. "You had another nightmare and fell out of bed."
She looked up at him with sleepy emerald eyes.
"You want to talk about it?" Duncan asked.
She shook her head no.
He sat down on the edge. Dri flinched as his hand came towards her face, but she didn't stop him. Mac began gently stroking her hair. It was comforting. It was something her father used to do when she had nightmares.
"It's all right. You're safe," He said soothingly. "Everythings all right."
Duncan kept stroking her hair until her breathing evened out and her body relaxed. He covered her with the blanket and started to get up.
Dri cried out from her sleep. "NO! Daddy don't go! Please!"
"Shh, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere." He sat back down on the bed and leaned back so he was leaning against a stack of pillows.
Dri reached over and grabbed his arm. She pulled herself into him so that her head was lying on his stomach. Duncan kept stroking her hair.
"Don't leave me." She mumbled again.
He knew Dri thought she was talking to her father, but he answered her anyways. "Don't worry sweet heart. I won't leave you. I give you my word."
Mac felt her body relax against his. He sighed, knowing that he was going to be stuck there for the night. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
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Okay, very short I know, but the next chapter will be longer. Please review.
Duncan woke up with a start in the middle of the night. He felt something, but it wasn't another immortal. Something wasn't right. He quickly got out of bed, grabbed his spare robe and walked out of the room.
Richie was sleeping soundly on the couch. Duncan smiled at the site of his young friend. Mac knew Richie had come far in the two years that he'd known him. Especially after finding out about Emily and that con artist who pretended to be his father. Mac had thought the young man would have closed up all over again, but he did just the opposite.
He opened up to Mac about how he had felt. Not as much as the Highlander would have liked, but for Richie it was good. He walked over to the couch and recovered him with the blanket that he had knocked on the floor.
Everything looked in order. No one had broken in or anything. Mac just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. His next destination was Dri's room.
He walked across the loft and quietly opened the door. Dri wasn't on the bed. He walked farther in the room.
"Dri?" He called.
A soft mumbling noise came from the other side of the bed. Duncan walked around and saw Dri curled in a tight ball on the floor. She had already woken up screaming earlier in the night. The robe had almost fallen off from all her tossing and turning, so she was wearing another oversized blue shirt that Richie had given to her.
Duncan knelt down beside her. She was drenched in sweat.
"I'm sorry," She mumbled still asleep.
Mac picked her up and she cried out from the pressure on her bruises. The pain woke her up.
"What happened?" She asked as he set her back in bed.
"It's all right," He said. "You had another nightmare and fell out of bed."
She looked up at him with sleepy emerald eyes.
"You want to talk about it?" Duncan asked.
She shook her head no.
He sat down on the edge. Dri flinched as his hand came towards her face, but she didn't stop him. Mac began gently stroking her hair. It was comforting. It was something her father used to do when she had nightmares.
"It's all right. You're safe," He said soothingly. "Everythings all right."
Duncan kept stroking her hair until her breathing evened out and her body relaxed. He covered her with the blanket and started to get up.
Dri cried out from her sleep. "NO! Daddy don't go! Please!"
"Shh, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere." He sat back down on the bed and leaned back so he was leaning against a stack of pillows.
Dri reached over and grabbed his arm. She pulled herself into him so that her head was lying on his stomach. Duncan kept stroking her hair.
"Don't leave me." She mumbled again.
He knew Dri thought she was talking to her father, but he answered her anyways. "Don't worry sweet heart. I won't leave you. I give you my word."
Mac felt her body relax against his. He sighed, knowing that he was going to be stuck there for the night. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
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Okay, very short I know, but the next chapter will be longer. Please review.