AN: Hey guys sorry took me so long to update..I had to take an emergency
trip to Jacksonville. I finished the story while I was there. So here's
the next part.
Dri semi woke up with a feeling of security. She snuggled closer into the warm body lying next to her. She didn't want the feeling to go away. She was safe and warm, like she always was with her father.
Her father.
That one thought was enough to wake her up completely. Dri remembered that her father was dead. He had left her a long time ago, but if she wasn't laying in her fathers embrace..
She lifted her gaze to see Duncan staring down at her.
"Good morning," He said smiling.
"Oh my god!" Dri exclaimed jumping away from him. She cried out in pain as she did.
"Take it easy. You're going to be sore."
"You think?" She asked angrily through gritted teeth.
Duncan got up and walked out of the room. Dri sat on the opposite side of the bed where she had jumped. She tried to catch her breath. She hurt so badly. Duncan came in a minute later with a glass of water and two aspirin.
"Here take this. It will help with the soreness." He said as he handed them to her.
She looked at him leerily.
"It's just aspirin."
She took it from him and put them in her mouth. She took the water and swallowed.
"Mac?" She asked. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
Dri shook her head.
Duncan sighed and sat down next to her. She eased away from him just a little. He let it go. He didn't expect her to trust him in a day. Then he explained what happened the night before.
"I did that?" She asked. "I can't believe what an idiot I am."
"You're not an idiot. You're hurt and scared."
She glared at him. "Don't act like you know me."
"I'm not acting. I go by what I see. In your eyes, in your body language. It's okay to accept help you know."
"You're one of those guys who believes everyone should be saved aren't you?"
"No, you can't save everyone. Sometimes they need to take the initiative to save themselves."
Dri looked at him.
"Look I know you don't' really trust me or Richie right now and your still a little freaked by the immortality thing, but the way I see it you have two choices. You can either go into the system through foster care, or you can stay here with us."
"Or I can leave and take my chances on my own."
"That's true, but you won't do it."
"What makes you so sure."
Duncan leaned into her a little. She didn't move.
"Because I see a young woman who's bright. You're not stupid. I know you'll make the right choice."
With out another word, Duncan got up and walked out of the room.
Richie was sitting up on the couch.
"Morning," Duncan said.
"Hey Mac."
"How was the couch?"
"It was the couch. How's Dri?" He asked.
"She's all right. Sore, but all right."
Richie nodded.
"Hey tough guy," Duncan said.
"What's up Mac?"
"You want breakfast."
Richie smiled. "Do you really have to ask?"
He laughed. "Apparently not."
Duncan walked into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. Thunder rumbled outside as he turned on the stove.
"Sounds like it's going to storm."
Thunder crashed again. Lightning flashed illuminating the loft through the windows.
"I'll go check on Dri," Richie said.
Duncan nodded.
Richie got up and walked over to the bedroom. He knocked first making sure that she wasn't changing.
"Dri, it's Richie."
There was no answer.
"Dri?" Richie said again as he opened the door.
She was no where in sight and the window was open. The shirt he had lent her was on the bed and her tattered clothes were gone. He ran over to the window and looked down. She was no where in sight.
"MAC!" He yelled running out of the room.
"What is it?" Duncan asked turning away from the stove.
"She took off."
Duncan quickly turned off the stove. "All right. I don't won't you on your bike in this rain, so we'll both ride in the TBird."
"Let's go," Richie said.
The two men grabbed their coats and went in the elevator. They got in the TBird and took off.
"Do you have any idea where she might have gone?" Richie asked.
Duncan shook his head. "No, she hasn't told me a damn thing."
"So basically we're looking for a needle in a hay stack?" RIchie asked.
"Basically."
"Great, just great."
"Maybe it won't be that hard." Duncan changed his mind.
"What do you mean?" Richie asked.
"Remember when I told you I had things to do before I saw Alec?"
Richie nodded.
"I went to see Joe. I asked him to put a trace on Dri in case Zane got a hold of her. I didn't want us to be in the dark."
"So what are we waiting for?"
"Richie do you see what direction I'm driving in?"
He looked around him and suddenly felt foolish. Mac was driving in the direction of Joe's bar.
"Oh."
Fifteen minutes later they pulled up to the bar. It was only nine in the morning and the bar was closed, but Mac knew Dawson would be in his office. In fact he didn't know if the man ever slept.
By the time they got there it was pouring down rain. They parked around back and used the service entrance. Joe had given Mac a key a long time ago.
They walked through the kitchen, through the doors and up the side stairs that led to Joe's office. Mac didn't' bother knocking he just went in.
"MacLeod, what are you doing here?"
"Did you get that trace on Dri?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because she's run off," Richie said. "Do you know where she is?"
"No," Dawson replied.
"What do you mean?" Duncan asked. "You just said you had the trace on her."
"I did, but I took it off when you killed Alec."
"Dammit Joe."
"I'm sorry Mac. You told me that the only reason you wanted the trace on her was because of Alec. I figured once he was dead there was no need. What's wrong anyway?"
"She took off," Richie said. "We were hoping you still had that trace on her so we could find her."
"I'm sorry guys," Joe said.
"Don't worry about it," Duncan said. "But if one of your guys happen to see her,"
"I'll let you know right away," Joe replied.
"Come on Richie lets go.
~~End..Please Review!!
Dri semi woke up with a feeling of security. She snuggled closer into the warm body lying next to her. She didn't want the feeling to go away. She was safe and warm, like she always was with her father.
Her father.
That one thought was enough to wake her up completely. Dri remembered that her father was dead. He had left her a long time ago, but if she wasn't laying in her fathers embrace..
She lifted her gaze to see Duncan staring down at her.
"Good morning," He said smiling.
"Oh my god!" Dri exclaimed jumping away from him. She cried out in pain as she did.
"Take it easy. You're going to be sore."
"You think?" She asked angrily through gritted teeth.
Duncan got up and walked out of the room. Dri sat on the opposite side of the bed where she had jumped. She tried to catch her breath. She hurt so badly. Duncan came in a minute later with a glass of water and two aspirin.
"Here take this. It will help with the soreness." He said as he handed them to her.
She looked at him leerily.
"It's just aspirin."
She took it from him and put them in her mouth. She took the water and swallowed.
"Mac?" She asked. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
Dri shook her head.
Duncan sighed and sat down next to her. She eased away from him just a little. He let it go. He didn't expect her to trust him in a day. Then he explained what happened the night before.
"I did that?" She asked. "I can't believe what an idiot I am."
"You're not an idiot. You're hurt and scared."
She glared at him. "Don't act like you know me."
"I'm not acting. I go by what I see. In your eyes, in your body language. It's okay to accept help you know."
"You're one of those guys who believes everyone should be saved aren't you?"
"No, you can't save everyone. Sometimes they need to take the initiative to save themselves."
Dri looked at him.
"Look I know you don't' really trust me or Richie right now and your still a little freaked by the immortality thing, but the way I see it you have two choices. You can either go into the system through foster care, or you can stay here with us."
"Or I can leave and take my chances on my own."
"That's true, but you won't do it."
"What makes you so sure."
Duncan leaned into her a little. She didn't move.
"Because I see a young woman who's bright. You're not stupid. I know you'll make the right choice."
With out another word, Duncan got up and walked out of the room.
Richie was sitting up on the couch.
"Morning," Duncan said.
"Hey Mac."
"How was the couch?"
"It was the couch. How's Dri?" He asked.
"She's all right. Sore, but all right."
Richie nodded.
"Hey tough guy," Duncan said.
"What's up Mac?"
"You want breakfast."
Richie smiled. "Do you really have to ask?"
He laughed. "Apparently not."
Duncan walked into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. Thunder rumbled outside as he turned on the stove.
"Sounds like it's going to storm."
Thunder crashed again. Lightning flashed illuminating the loft through the windows.
"I'll go check on Dri," Richie said.
Duncan nodded.
Richie got up and walked over to the bedroom. He knocked first making sure that she wasn't changing.
"Dri, it's Richie."
There was no answer.
"Dri?" Richie said again as he opened the door.
She was no where in sight and the window was open. The shirt he had lent her was on the bed and her tattered clothes were gone. He ran over to the window and looked down. She was no where in sight.
"MAC!" He yelled running out of the room.
"What is it?" Duncan asked turning away from the stove.
"She took off."
Duncan quickly turned off the stove. "All right. I don't won't you on your bike in this rain, so we'll both ride in the TBird."
"Let's go," Richie said.
The two men grabbed their coats and went in the elevator. They got in the TBird and took off.
"Do you have any idea where she might have gone?" Richie asked.
Duncan shook his head. "No, she hasn't told me a damn thing."
"So basically we're looking for a needle in a hay stack?" RIchie asked.
"Basically."
"Great, just great."
"Maybe it won't be that hard." Duncan changed his mind.
"What do you mean?" Richie asked.
"Remember when I told you I had things to do before I saw Alec?"
Richie nodded.
"I went to see Joe. I asked him to put a trace on Dri in case Zane got a hold of her. I didn't want us to be in the dark."
"So what are we waiting for?"
"Richie do you see what direction I'm driving in?"
He looked around him and suddenly felt foolish. Mac was driving in the direction of Joe's bar.
"Oh."
Fifteen minutes later they pulled up to the bar. It was only nine in the morning and the bar was closed, but Mac knew Dawson would be in his office. In fact he didn't know if the man ever slept.
By the time they got there it was pouring down rain. They parked around back and used the service entrance. Joe had given Mac a key a long time ago.
They walked through the kitchen, through the doors and up the side stairs that led to Joe's office. Mac didn't' bother knocking he just went in.
"MacLeod, what are you doing here?"
"Did you get that trace on Dri?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because she's run off," Richie said. "Do you know where she is?"
"No," Dawson replied.
"What do you mean?" Duncan asked. "You just said you had the trace on her."
"I did, but I took it off when you killed Alec."
"Dammit Joe."
"I'm sorry Mac. You told me that the only reason you wanted the trace on her was because of Alec. I figured once he was dead there was no need. What's wrong anyway?"
"She took off," Richie said. "We were hoping you still had that trace on her so we could find her."
"I'm sorry guys," Joe said.
"Don't worry about it," Duncan said. "But if one of your guys happen to see her,"
"I'll let you know right away," Joe replied.
"Come on Richie lets go.
~~End..Please Review!!