Disclaimer: The only ones I own are the MacDonald Clan, the rest I'm just borrowing to play with for a while, I'll put 'em back on the shelf, I promise.

Author's notes: 1. Methos, and Adam refer to the same person 2. ""=dialogue, ''= thoughts What would guys say to a sequel? Post that in the reviews.

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Chapter #14

"Do you realize, that you just agreed to marry me?" Duncan asked, looking for confirmation.

"Yes, I do." Anne answered, standing on tiptoes to give him a kiss, to seal the bargain.

"What are we going to tell Mary?"

"I don't know, all I know is, she'll be ecstatic to have a father in her life." Anne said, still smiling. Speaking of that child, I had better get going home, she'll be missing me"

"I'll call you later." Duncan told her, as she picked up her coat and walked to the elevator. She turned to him and paused to give him another kiss.

"If you keep this up, I won't have to call you later. Go, before, I decide to take you prisoner." Duncan said smiling, as he pulled the gate up for her.

"Talk to you later." Anne said stepping into the elevator. He turned away from the elevator after she left, still not believing his luck. He had a beautiful little daughter, and to him, the most beautiful woman on the planet had just agreed to marry him, and spend the rest of her life with him. Life was good, for now.

C.O.S: MacDonald household

"Katie, where are you?" Andrew MacDonald called in a singsong voice. He was in his den. Things were not going his way at all. His daughter appeared in front of him then, and began cowering in the shadows.

"I-I-I'ts not my fault daddy, it's not my fault, I swear it isn't. Katie whimpered, realizing that he blamed her for his mistakes.

"Oh, but I beg to differ, it is. You didn't do as I asked, you didn't kill the little girl, when I told you to." He told her cruelly.

" I made the cookies, the way you told me to, I added all the ingredients, including the poison. It's not my fault that they found the poison, and the anecdote to it." She answered the accusation.

"There is one thing, you can do, to make it up to me," he said rising, and beginning to pace the room.

"What is it, I'll do anything." Katie said desperate to make up for whatever sin she had committed.

"Finish the job," he stated turning to face her.

"Finish, you want me to finish the job. But dad, she's just a little girl, with her life in front of her. I can't, I can't kill her." Katie finished, continuing to whimper a little.

"Yes you can, and you will." Andrew said decidedly.

"NO, I WON'T, I WON'T KILL HER!!!!!! AND I CAN'T KILL HER." Katie yelled at her father.

"YOU WILL, OR ELSE, I'LL KICK YOU BACK OUT ON THE STREET WHERE YOU BELONG"! Andrew shouted grabbing her arm.

"YOU ALWAYS DID THINK OF ME, AS WORTHLESS, YOU'D BE DOING ME A FAVOUR!! Katie screamed.

" WELL, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE, A WORTHLESS LITTLE SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING, IT WASN'T MY CHOICE TO ADOPT YOU, BRING YOU INTO MY HOME!! I JUST CAME HOME AND BOOM, YOU WERE THERE."

Katie slapped her father then, and ran out of the house crying, swearing to herself never to come back. She ran, tears streaming down her face so hard she couldn't see. She didn't realize where she was going until she saw the familiar veranda of Anne's house. She stopped, debating with herself. She deserves to know the truth, so she can prepare, at the same time, she likely despises me for what I did, or what I tried to do. Finally, she made the decision, and gathered her courage around her, and walked to the door. She rang the bell, and Anne answered the door.

"Katie, how nice to see you." Anne greeted her guest holding a plush bear, " Come in, and sit down," she finished as she led the way into the main room.

"Do you want anything to drink?" juice, pop, water maybe?" Anne courteously asked taking a seat on the plush chair opposite the teen.

"Maybe some water," Katie answered, thinking it would give her some time, to organize her thoughts. Anne rose from her spot to get the requested beverage, and leave her guest to gather her thoughts. When she came back with it, she noticed for the first time, that Katie's face had been red, and her eyes blood-shot. Something was wrong. Anne sat back in the plush chair; she would wait for Katie to gather her thoughts. Finally the teen spoke:

"I was adopted as a kid, you know. My mom, really wanted a child, and my father- well Andrew, learned he couldn't have children. So they adopted. He let my mom pick, and she picked me. She loved me, deeply, and completely. But, sadly, she died a few months after my adoption." She paused to take a drink of water. Anne waited, patiently.

"Andrew began to resent my presence after her death. He thought I caused it, blaming me for everything. If we didn't have enough money one month for rent, then it was my fault, because I ate too much, or wanted too much to go to the movies with friends. We began to move around a lot. Every few months we were in a different city. Then we came here, it was my first true home, since my mother died. I wanted to make it special. I learned to cook, and had dinner on the table every night for my father and I; we would eat it together. I took the baby-sitting job here, and was making extra money. We started to become friends, to get to know each other again after her death. We got along." She paused to take another sip of water Anne watched her carefully.

"He began asking questions about you, about Mary. At first, merely casual interest, questions like how old she was, how she was doing in school, what games we played together. Kind of mundane stuff really. Then he grew more daring: He asked me about you, if you were single, what you did, that type of thing."

Anne suppressed a shiver, while listening. "And then what happened," She prompted.

"I told him one night, that Duncan gave me a ride home. He then began asking me questions, so I answered them. He asked me to take one book, 'The Chronicles of Duncan McLeod, so I did, then asked me to bake cookies, and believe me, when I tell you, that at the time I had absolutely no clue, that they were poisoned. Anyways, he knows, that it didn't work. So, today he asked me to finish the job. I said I wouldn't."

"He told me he thought I was worthless, and that if I didn't do it, he would throw me out. Anne, he wants me to finish the job." She finished, casting her eyes downwards. The pair lapsed into a long silence after that. Finally, Anne broke the silence.

Anne sighed: "So you walked out on him." She finished.

"Yes, but that's not all. Anne, I know him, and he will try to kill your daughter again." Katie told her firmly.

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