Disclaimer: With the exception of the MacDonald clan, none of these
characters are mine.
Authors notes: Okay, I'm breaking my own policy here by updating without reviews, but I'm kind of stressed right now, and the way I relieve it, is to write. 2. Methos/ Adam refers to the same person 3. To write a sequel, or not to write a sequel that is the question. The answer is provided by you my faithful readers. 4. ""= Dialogue, ''= Thoughts
Chapter #16:
The phone woke Anne out of a fitful sleep. It was Duncan, and they agreed to meet in an hour for breakfast. Anne dressed carefully, choosing jeans and a blue turtleneck sweater. She peaked in at her daughter on her way downstairs: 'Mommy's going to talk some things out with Daddy, but I will be back later, sleep well my precious little one.' Then taking a deep breath she stepped out the door, all the while dreading the coming breakfast. She drove past the bustling little café and parked, then walked up.
"Over here Anne," Duncan called out to her. 'And here, I was hoping he was going to be late or not show altogether' Anne thought to herself walking towards the little table in the corner. As she walked towards him, she noticed that he too, had chosen to dress low- key in blue jeans, and a blue sweater, that pulled tight over his very pronounced abs, his long black hair pulled back.
"I guess great minds do think alike," she quipped uneasily.
"Yeah," Duncan answered, walking over to pull out her chair, for her to sit down. They sat in an uneasy silence, until the waitress came and poured them coffee.
"I'm really not sure how to begin this discussion, other than to say that I thought we got through this a long time ago." Duncan said.
"We had, or so I thought, but you came back here, and we were friends. I had Mary, and we were still friends. It was as if, I could handle it, when friends or at arms-length with you. Then you went back to Paris, and I didn't see you for a while. You came back, and I started having these feelings for you, feelings that I thought were long-long buried, and things just went from there." She began.
"I see." He prompted.
"But before I had Mary, I met Amanda. She, who is always young, and will be forever beautiful. I couldn't help but be afraid, that if we ever fell back into love you would leave me." She finished in a hurry.
"I would never, ever do that. I love you more than life itself Anne Lindsay. Afraid of loosing you yes, but we will have some wonderful, and happy years together, with our daughter before that can ever happen." Duncan replied.
"Wow, you really know how to pick up a girl's day." Anne commented, smiling through the tears.
"That's wonderful to hear. Now let's talk of more pleasant things. Any ideas for the wedding?" He asked, changing the subject.
"I know I want it outdoors, maybe on the beach, at sunset. I want lots of flowers, and a lot of family around. For the honeymoon I'm thinking Scotland, I want to see where you grew up." She finished.
" Wow, you've really put a lot of thought into this. I would, I think I would like the same thing. Before we continue further, I do think that there's something I haven't asked you yet." Duncan said rising and coming over to her. He clasped her hands as he bent down on one knee, as he looked up at her and said: "Anne Lindsay, you are my truest love, I would be honoured if you would be my wife." Duncan proposed, sliding a ring onto her finger.
"Yes, I've told you before, and I'll say it now: Yes, Duncan I will marry you." She told him.
"When?" He asked.
"As soon as humanly possible. I can't wait to be Mrs. Duncan McLeod" She finished with a smile. They passed the rest of the breakfast in easy conversation. After an hour, they rose to leave and walked to their cars hands linked. As they crossed the road, Duncan straightened in recognition of another immortal.
"Anne get down." Duncan warned her, as he turned to where he felt the presence. As he turned around, a shot rang out, and hit Duncan in the back.
Dun, dun dun..
It's so fun being evil.
Who shot Duncan?
Review away to find out.
Toodles, A.B.
Authors notes: Okay, I'm breaking my own policy here by updating without reviews, but I'm kind of stressed right now, and the way I relieve it, is to write. 2. Methos/ Adam refers to the same person 3. To write a sequel, or not to write a sequel that is the question. The answer is provided by you my faithful readers. 4. ""= Dialogue, ''= Thoughts
Chapter #16:
The phone woke Anne out of a fitful sleep. It was Duncan, and they agreed to meet in an hour for breakfast. Anne dressed carefully, choosing jeans and a blue turtleneck sweater. She peaked in at her daughter on her way downstairs: 'Mommy's going to talk some things out with Daddy, but I will be back later, sleep well my precious little one.' Then taking a deep breath she stepped out the door, all the while dreading the coming breakfast. She drove past the bustling little café and parked, then walked up.
"Over here Anne," Duncan called out to her. 'And here, I was hoping he was going to be late or not show altogether' Anne thought to herself walking towards the little table in the corner. As she walked towards him, she noticed that he too, had chosen to dress low- key in blue jeans, and a blue sweater, that pulled tight over his very pronounced abs, his long black hair pulled back.
"I guess great minds do think alike," she quipped uneasily.
"Yeah," Duncan answered, walking over to pull out her chair, for her to sit down. They sat in an uneasy silence, until the waitress came and poured them coffee.
"I'm really not sure how to begin this discussion, other than to say that I thought we got through this a long time ago." Duncan said.
"We had, or so I thought, but you came back here, and we were friends. I had Mary, and we were still friends. It was as if, I could handle it, when friends or at arms-length with you. Then you went back to Paris, and I didn't see you for a while. You came back, and I started having these feelings for you, feelings that I thought were long-long buried, and things just went from there." She began.
"I see." He prompted.
"But before I had Mary, I met Amanda. She, who is always young, and will be forever beautiful. I couldn't help but be afraid, that if we ever fell back into love you would leave me." She finished in a hurry.
"I would never, ever do that. I love you more than life itself Anne Lindsay. Afraid of loosing you yes, but we will have some wonderful, and happy years together, with our daughter before that can ever happen." Duncan replied.
"Wow, you really know how to pick up a girl's day." Anne commented, smiling through the tears.
"That's wonderful to hear. Now let's talk of more pleasant things. Any ideas for the wedding?" He asked, changing the subject.
"I know I want it outdoors, maybe on the beach, at sunset. I want lots of flowers, and a lot of family around. For the honeymoon I'm thinking Scotland, I want to see where you grew up." She finished.
" Wow, you've really put a lot of thought into this. I would, I think I would like the same thing. Before we continue further, I do think that there's something I haven't asked you yet." Duncan said rising and coming over to her. He clasped her hands as he bent down on one knee, as he looked up at her and said: "Anne Lindsay, you are my truest love, I would be honoured if you would be my wife." Duncan proposed, sliding a ring onto her finger.
"Yes, I've told you before, and I'll say it now: Yes, Duncan I will marry you." She told him.
"When?" He asked.
"As soon as humanly possible. I can't wait to be Mrs. Duncan McLeod" She finished with a smile. They passed the rest of the breakfast in easy conversation. After an hour, they rose to leave and walked to their cars hands linked. As they crossed the road, Duncan straightened in recognition of another immortal.
"Anne get down." Duncan warned her, as he turned to where he felt the presence. As he turned around, a shot rang out, and hit Duncan in the back.
Dun, dun dun..
It's so fun being evil.
Who shot Duncan?
Review away to find out.
Toodles, A.B.
