Disclaimer: I don't own these characters with the exception of Katie, and
the MacDonald clan.
Summary: see Chapter #1
Author's notes: 1. Methos and Adam refer to the same person ""= Dialogue, ''= Thoughts If you people want a sequel, it will be written
Reviews: greatly encouraged.
Chapter #13
"So, how long are you delaying?" Joe asked, as he poured a 10th shot in the last hour of scotch for Duncan.
" Isss it that obvious that I'm delaying?" Duncan answered, beginning to slur his words.
"Sadly yes." Joe responded, watching him down the shot in one gulp. 'Man, I'd forgotten it took so much to get an immortal drunk,' Joe thought to himself, pouring the 11th shot.
"Duncan, I think it's time I called a cab to take you home." Joe said firmly. 'Before you drink me out of house and home' he added to himself silently.
"g'me 'nother un" Duncan told Joe.
"No, you're cut off buddy." Joe replied.
"M'n m' head is pounding," Duncan complained.
"That's because your taxi has arrived." Joe returned, indicating the arrival of Methos.
"Take him home, and make sure he gets into bed for the rest of the day" Joe instructed.
"Yes sir." Methos responded taking the big Scotsman under one arm.
C.O.S.: The loft 5 hours later:
"Ohhhhh, my head, it feels like I got hit with a sledgehammer." Duncan groaned, before finally rising out of bed.
"Take two of these and then get into a nice hot shower. Oh, and one more thing: be honest with your girl friend." A female voice responded.
"Oh god, not twice in one day. I can't take this." Duncan groaned, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He thought for a moment.
"By the way, how'd you get in here?" he asked her.
"Richie was worried; he called me, so I came over." Anne responded.
Suddenly the memory of the entire day came flooding back to MacLeod, with painful clarity.
"Anne, I." He began.
"Sh, sh, sh. We'll talk things through after your shower" She cut him off, and slipped him the two Tylenol. She didn't see him for the next 15 minutes, while he showered, and changed. He came back out, and sat down on the sofa.
"I'm guessing we have some issues to work through," he stated the obvious.
"Let me start." She responded.
"When I left Joe's today I was angry beyond belief. Our little girl had been poisoned to near death, and you who were in the position to avenge her wrongs did not. I eventually got over that anger. I realized how much it took for you, to put aside and look beyond this game towards greater human qualities. And that, as a doctor is all I could ask for, and as a mother that was all I could ask for in a father." She started off the discussion.
"Just as I know now that you wanted justice, that your beautiful baby was almost killed. You did not want to show anybody any mercy. That is a perfectly normal reaction. But please understand, that after I learned about MacDonald's status, I still couldn't kill him. Because he too, had a baby girl that he had to provide for, something to which, I can completely relate. So, I finally came to the decision that I had to let him live. I wanted to kill him, believe me I wanted to see that man dead for what he did to my daughter." Duncan replied, taking a breath.
" Now do you see where I'm coming from?" he plaintively asked her.
"Yes, and I know that you see where I'm coming from." she affirmed.
"So where does that leave us?" He asked, changing the tone of the discussion.
"I don't really know for sure, all I know, for sure is that I love you, and want to have you in my life in some form or other." She said.
"I love you too, and I love our daughter. You don't know how much I want to be in your lives, to experience the joy of raising a family. I need something that's wonderful and pure in my life, something that will take my mind off the dreariness of my life." He told her passionately. She began crying.
"Anne, what's wrong?" He asked her.
"I-I-It's nothing, it's just, it's happy tears." She stuttered realizing that there was no man on earth who made her as happy as Duncan was making her right now. "So now to the all-important question: Do we continue dating?" he asked her.
"We can." She said, leaving an opening for the obvious.
Suddenly acting on impulse Duncan asked:
"Anne Lindsay, would you marry me?"
"Yes." She responded firmly.
Questions, comments, and reviews can either be posted here or e-mailed to me: Angels Babe: at: angelsbabe15@hotmail.com.
Thanks: and Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: see Chapter #1
Author's notes: 1. Methos and Adam refer to the same person ""= Dialogue, ''= Thoughts If you people want a sequel, it will be written
Reviews: greatly encouraged.
Chapter #13
"So, how long are you delaying?" Joe asked, as he poured a 10th shot in the last hour of scotch for Duncan.
" Isss it that obvious that I'm delaying?" Duncan answered, beginning to slur his words.
"Sadly yes." Joe responded, watching him down the shot in one gulp. 'Man, I'd forgotten it took so much to get an immortal drunk,' Joe thought to himself, pouring the 11th shot.
"Duncan, I think it's time I called a cab to take you home." Joe said firmly. 'Before you drink me out of house and home' he added to himself silently.
"g'me 'nother un" Duncan told Joe.
"No, you're cut off buddy." Joe replied.
"M'n m' head is pounding," Duncan complained.
"That's because your taxi has arrived." Joe returned, indicating the arrival of Methos.
"Take him home, and make sure he gets into bed for the rest of the day" Joe instructed.
"Yes sir." Methos responded taking the big Scotsman under one arm.
C.O.S.: The loft 5 hours later:
"Ohhhhh, my head, it feels like I got hit with a sledgehammer." Duncan groaned, before finally rising out of bed.
"Take two of these and then get into a nice hot shower. Oh, and one more thing: be honest with your girl friend." A female voice responded.
"Oh god, not twice in one day. I can't take this." Duncan groaned, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He thought for a moment.
"By the way, how'd you get in here?" he asked her.
"Richie was worried; he called me, so I came over." Anne responded.
Suddenly the memory of the entire day came flooding back to MacLeod, with painful clarity.
"Anne, I." He began.
"Sh, sh, sh. We'll talk things through after your shower" She cut him off, and slipped him the two Tylenol. She didn't see him for the next 15 minutes, while he showered, and changed. He came back out, and sat down on the sofa.
"I'm guessing we have some issues to work through," he stated the obvious.
"Let me start." She responded.
"When I left Joe's today I was angry beyond belief. Our little girl had been poisoned to near death, and you who were in the position to avenge her wrongs did not. I eventually got over that anger. I realized how much it took for you, to put aside and look beyond this game towards greater human qualities. And that, as a doctor is all I could ask for, and as a mother that was all I could ask for in a father." She started off the discussion.
"Just as I know now that you wanted justice, that your beautiful baby was almost killed. You did not want to show anybody any mercy. That is a perfectly normal reaction. But please understand, that after I learned about MacDonald's status, I still couldn't kill him. Because he too, had a baby girl that he had to provide for, something to which, I can completely relate. So, I finally came to the decision that I had to let him live. I wanted to kill him, believe me I wanted to see that man dead for what he did to my daughter." Duncan replied, taking a breath.
" Now do you see where I'm coming from?" he plaintively asked her.
"Yes, and I know that you see where I'm coming from." she affirmed.
"So where does that leave us?" He asked, changing the tone of the discussion.
"I don't really know for sure, all I know, for sure is that I love you, and want to have you in my life in some form or other." She said.
"I love you too, and I love our daughter. You don't know how much I want to be in your lives, to experience the joy of raising a family. I need something that's wonderful and pure in my life, something that will take my mind off the dreariness of my life." He told her passionately. She began crying.
"Anne, what's wrong?" He asked her.
"I-I-It's nothing, it's just, it's happy tears." She stuttered realizing that there was no man on earth who made her as happy as Duncan was making her right now. "So now to the all-important question: Do we continue dating?" he asked her.
"We can." She said, leaving an opening for the obvious.
Suddenly acting on impulse Duncan asked:
"Anne Lindsay, would you marry me?"
"Yes." She responded firmly.
Questions, comments, and reviews can either be posted here or e-mailed to me: Angels Babe: at: angelsbabe15@hotmail.com.
Thanks: and Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!
