Disclaimer-Don't own Methos or any other Highlander character. Never
will. Though Serena (and all her aliases) and Charley are mine.
Summary-Circumstances lead Duncan, Amanda and Joe to an Immortal harrassed for information that only she has...
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History's Game
Duncan was sleeping restlessly on the couch as images came to his mind.
The 400-year-old Immortal was walking down the shores of Scotland. Soon, he came across a man standing by the water. Duncan recognized him walked up to the man.
"Fitz?" he said, gasping.
"Duncan, it's so good to see you again. Though it's not a social dream I'm afraid though so I suppose you're very curious about why I'm here," Fitz told him.
"Yeah, I am. What is it this time?" Macleod replied, nodding his head.
"Mac, I need to ask you to do a huge favour for me. A good friend of mine is in terrible danger. Please help her before she is killed and everything that she is and knows is gone forever. Her knowledge could be very important for future generations. She could become great things unless her pursuer succeeds in tracking her down," Hugh told him.
"But what, who, where?" asked Duncan.
Fitzcairn just shook his head.
"I'm sorry Duncan, I can't tell you. Don't worry though. You will know once everything comes into place," Fitzcairn replied as his body slowly drifted away.
"Fitzcairn! Don't go!" cried Macleod, falling off the couch.
He looked at a nearby clock and sighed.
"Fitzcairn, why did you have to do this? I'll do it but why couldn't you give me some sort of clue to her identity or even where she is?" Duncan asked aloud.
***
A young woman walked through the streets. She carried a bag over her shoulders as she walked in an antique store. The owner looked at her with a smile.
"Hello Serena. I've got some things for you to do today. You can start by sweeping out the back," the owner said.
"Sure Mr. Smith," she replied.
"Am I so glad I have you. All my life, I've been interested in history and its stories and then I meet you, a history buff. It's amazing, I find. It's as though you've been there, you know so much ," he mused as Serena laid down her bag.
"Yeah, isn't it funny?" she asked before grabbing a broom and heading into the back room.
After she disappeared from view, a woman walked into the store, her shoulder-length brown hair following her.
"Hello miss, can I help you at all today?" asked Mr. Smith.
"No, I'm just browsing," she replied, shaking her head.
Serena suddenly walked out from the back.
"Mr. Smith, I just wanted..." she started.
She felt a sensation at the back of her neck and she looked at the woman staring at her. The two stared at each other for a minute.
"Never mind. I answered my own question," Serena said. Out back, she mouthed.
The two women met out back, swords in hand.
"Name's Serena," Serena said.
"Amanda," the stranger replied.
"Why are you here? Did Charley send you? If he did, tell the jerk to mind his bloody own business," Serena told her.
"Nobody sent me. Well come on then, let's get it over with," Amanda replied, lifting up her sword.
Serena did the same and they started to fight. It continued on for a few minutes before Amanda knocked Serena's sword out of her hands and put her own to Serena's neck.
"Go ahead, kill me before he does. Charley cannot get me then," Serena said, gasping.
"Serena, where are you? There's work to be done," came Mr. Smith's voice.
"Another time," Amanda said before she hurried away.
Serena went back inside. She hid the sword and continued on with her work.
***
"What do you think it means Joe?" asked Duncan.
"I don't know Mac. You know as well as I do it could mean anything. Did Fitzcairn tell you anything about his personal life?" wondered Joe.
"No, he didn't. I probably would have known about it. Even though it's a dream, I'm taking it seriously. He's talking about a female Immortal. Someone he's probably known for years, but who?" Duncan told him.
"But for all that we know, she could be dead by now," Joe replied.
Duncan wasn't listening. He felt another Immortal nearby and Amanda walked in.
"Amanda? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing's wrong though there's an Immortal who works not too far from here who I believe has a major attitude problem," she replied. "She picked a fight with me."
"Really? What's her name? I'll go check up on her and what's the name of the antique store?" Joe told her.
"Her name's Serena, that's all I know and she works at the 'Ancient Gifts Antique Store'," she said.
***
Charley walked down the street. He was a tall man who looked like he was of royal blood. He walked into a nearby store and up to the man behind .
"I'm looking for a young woman. About five feet high, shoulder-length brown hair, is a real history buff. Seen anyone who resembles her?" he asked.
"N...no, I haven't, I swear. I would know if I did though it could be anyone," the man stuttered.
"I believe you," Charley replied before pulling out a gun and shooting him. "Not. She's around here somewhere. I know it."
He quickly left the store and hurried down the street, glancing around for other people.
"You will not get away from me this time. You did over 60 years ago, but not now. Not again," he whispered to himself. "I will get you."
TBC...
Summary-Circumstances lead Duncan, Amanda and Joe to an Immortal harrassed for information that only she has...
******
History's Game
Duncan was sleeping restlessly on the couch as images came to his mind.
The 400-year-old Immortal was walking down the shores of Scotland. Soon, he came across a man standing by the water. Duncan recognized him walked up to the man.
"Fitz?" he said, gasping.
"Duncan, it's so good to see you again. Though it's not a social dream I'm afraid though so I suppose you're very curious about why I'm here," Fitz told him.
"Yeah, I am. What is it this time?" Macleod replied, nodding his head.
"Mac, I need to ask you to do a huge favour for me. A good friend of mine is in terrible danger. Please help her before she is killed and everything that she is and knows is gone forever. Her knowledge could be very important for future generations. She could become great things unless her pursuer succeeds in tracking her down," Hugh told him.
"But what, who, where?" asked Duncan.
Fitzcairn just shook his head.
"I'm sorry Duncan, I can't tell you. Don't worry though. You will know once everything comes into place," Fitzcairn replied as his body slowly drifted away.
"Fitzcairn! Don't go!" cried Macleod, falling off the couch.
He looked at a nearby clock and sighed.
"Fitzcairn, why did you have to do this? I'll do it but why couldn't you give me some sort of clue to her identity or even where she is?" Duncan asked aloud.
***
A young woman walked through the streets. She carried a bag over her shoulders as she walked in an antique store. The owner looked at her with a smile.
"Hello Serena. I've got some things for you to do today. You can start by sweeping out the back," the owner said.
"Sure Mr. Smith," she replied.
"Am I so glad I have you. All my life, I've been interested in history and its stories and then I meet you, a history buff. It's amazing, I find. It's as though you've been there, you know so much ," he mused as Serena laid down her bag.
"Yeah, isn't it funny?" she asked before grabbing a broom and heading into the back room.
After she disappeared from view, a woman walked into the store, her shoulder-length brown hair following her.
"Hello miss, can I help you at all today?" asked Mr. Smith.
"No, I'm just browsing," she replied, shaking her head.
Serena suddenly walked out from the back.
"Mr. Smith, I just wanted..." she started.
She felt a sensation at the back of her neck and she looked at the woman staring at her. The two stared at each other for a minute.
"Never mind. I answered my own question," Serena said. Out back, she mouthed.
The two women met out back, swords in hand.
"Name's Serena," Serena said.
"Amanda," the stranger replied.
"Why are you here? Did Charley send you? If he did, tell the jerk to mind his bloody own business," Serena told her.
"Nobody sent me. Well come on then, let's get it over with," Amanda replied, lifting up her sword.
Serena did the same and they started to fight. It continued on for a few minutes before Amanda knocked Serena's sword out of her hands and put her own to Serena's neck.
"Go ahead, kill me before he does. Charley cannot get me then," Serena said, gasping.
"Serena, where are you? There's work to be done," came Mr. Smith's voice.
"Another time," Amanda said before she hurried away.
Serena went back inside. She hid the sword and continued on with her work.
***
"What do you think it means Joe?" asked Duncan.
"I don't know Mac. You know as well as I do it could mean anything. Did Fitzcairn tell you anything about his personal life?" wondered Joe.
"No, he didn't. I probably would have known about it. Even though it's a dream, I'm taking it seriously. He's talking about a female Immortal. Someone he's probably known for years, but who?" Duncan told him.
"But for all that we know, she could be dead by now," Joe replied.
Duncan wasn't listening. He felt another Immortal nearby and Amanda walked in.
"Amanda? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing's wrong though there's an Immortal who works not too far from here who I believe has a major attitude problem," she replied. "She picked a fight with me."
"Really? What's her name? I'll go check up on her and what's the name of the antique store?" Joe told her.
"Her name's Serena, that's all I know and she works at the 'Ancient Gifts Antique Store'," she said.
***
Charley walked down the street. He was a tall man who looked like he was of royal blood. He walked into a nearby store and up to the man behind .
"I'm looking for a young woman. About five feet high, shoulder-length brown hair, is a real history buff. Seen anyone who resembles her?" he asked.
"N...no, I haven't, I swear. I would know if I did though it could be anyone," the man stuttered.
"I believe you," Charley replied before pulling out a gun and shooting him. "Not. She's around here somewhere. I know it."
He quickly left the store and hurried down the street, glancing around for other people.
"You will not get away from me this time. You did over 60 years ago, but not now. Not again," he whispered to himself. "I will get you."
TBC...