Disclaimer: The only characters I own are: Katie, and the MacDonald family.  The rest belong to the almighty creators of the Highlander T.V. series.

Author's notes: 1. Immortals can have children

                          2. Alexa is still alive

                          3. Methos, and Adam refer to the same person, and are interchangeable

                          4. ""=Dialogue, and ''= Thoughts

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Summary: see Chapter #1,

The Child- Chapter #5

The Next Morning:

"Brrrrrrrrring! Brrrrrrrrrrrrring!" MacLeod woke to the phone ringing, 'what are people doing calling so early in the morning,' he thought.  He picked it up:

"He-Hello," he got out.

"Hey Mac, I was wondering what your plans were for the day?" an all too cheerful Anne asked him.

"Not much, I had hoped to sleep a little longer," he told her.  'God, I must have drunk an awful lot last night, cause I have a monster headache now,' he thought.

"A little longer! But it's 12:00 p.m, half the day is gone!" Anne said incredulously, then continued: "I was thinking we could go to a new exhibition at the art gallery, and then cause it's such a beautiful day we could go to an outdoor café down on the waterfront." She finished.

"Yeah, ok, Katie's looking after Mary?" Mac inquired.

"Yeah, she'll be here in any minute now." Anne returned.

"I'll come by in an hour then to pick you up." Mac decided.

"See you then." Anne told him.

One Hour later….

Ding-Dong! "I'll get it!!" Mary shouted.

"Mommy's just getting ready, she wants to look real pretty for you."  Mary told him.

"O.K, I'll wait."  Mac responded, as he followed her into the kitchen.  He glanced around him as he sat down on a chair.  He noticed a can of what appeared to be homemade chocolate chip cookies on the table in front of him.

"Want one, Katie made them." Mary asked him, as she took one herself.

"No thank-you, I'm not really hungry right now.  Maybe later though." Mac declined politely.

"Ready to go?" Anne asked walking in dressed in a white skirt that came to just above her knees, and a blue top.

"You look wonderful, as usual," Duncan complimented her.

"And that's why I keep you around" she tosses over shoulder as she leads the way to the front hall smiling, Katie, and Mary falling in behind Mac.

"You know the rules, bed by 9, 10 at the latest, you have my pager number in case you need it." Anne instructed Katie her voice taking on a mothering tone.

"Bye mommy, bye Duncan," Mary told the couple.

"Bye Mary," each of them told her, bending to place a kiss on the top of her head.  They left then Anne pulling the door shut behind her.  Duncan led the way across the lawn and opened the car door for her.

"Thank you Duncan, you always were a gentleman," she tells him a grin spreading across her face.  A comfortable silence fills the car all the way to the art gallery.  They step inside the gallery, to be greeted with something they weren't expecting: paintings of nude women.

"Duncan, Duncan, yohoooooo, are you in there," Anne cajoled him, as he froze in his tracks beside her staring at the pictures.

"Wh-Wh-What, I'm here," he says taking his eyes off the picture and looking at his date.

"I swear to you, this isn't what I had in mind, there must have been a mistake.  We can leave, if you like," Anne rambled.

"No, let's stay, it's just I was caught off guard, I think I knew her," he explained.

"Oh, yeah I forgot.  The description of the exhibition called it historical women, and it didn't say what state they would be in.   I should have remembered that you might know some of them."  Anne apologized.

"Don't apologize, I am thankful that we get to have this time together, besides I get to see these women in an entirely new light," he assured her.  They stayed for an hour, walking among the art, Duncan telling stories of those females he did know, and making Anne laugh all the while.  They got to dinner just in time to watch the sunset turn the horizon into a rosy glow.  They ate dinner in a comfortable silence.  They walked to the car, and drove home, each lost in their thoughts. 

'How do I tell him, that Mary is his child.  I don't want to tie him down to one place, and his isn't exactly the lifestyle that lends itself to it…'

"Well here we are." Mac jarred her out of her thoughts.

"Mac what if I told you that you were Mary's father." Anne blurted out.

Stay tuned for Mac's answer.

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