A/N: Thanks to Steph, spacecadet, Kosumo no Jinchi, and IrishRavenX for the reviews! ?
And, Jane Silver, it just needed to fit better into the storyline, so I made Sara an official
Immortal.
Oops… I didn't notice that my paragraphs ran together in the end… I'll try to prevent the error
from happening again. Thanks to Hikari for pointing that out! I'm kinda still trying to figure out
the best way to space things for FF.net and I really should stop experimenting on my fanfics…
Ah well.
I have made the author of the funniest story on FF.net, IrishRavenX, laugh! Think of it as
payback for all the funny chapters in Little Hope of Escape.
Thanks to all for your patience with my horrible life of homework that leaves me little to no time
to update my fic….
Ask and ye shall receive! Here we go!
Now, what you have endured my useless notes for… ::Drum roll plays in background::
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Chapter Two
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"Who is this?" Ian asked as he pulled a sword and pressed it to Duncan's neck.
"Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod. You are?" Duncan retaliated as he took out the
katana he always had with him and mirrored Ian's move.
"Ian Nottingham," Sara said for him, wondering why in the world Ian was carrying a sword.
'Could he be an Immortal, too?' she wondered. "You two can continue your little battle later,
once we're out of the hospital. For now, put those things away before somebody notices! I
mean, it would kinda attract attention, two guys with swords to one another's throats…"
Ian quickly obeyed and hid the sword again. Duncan, however, took a while longer. 'Why is
this Ian guy so quick to obey her? Did I miss something? I mean, she should be afraid of him!
And why does he have a sword?!' he wondered as he stashed the sword underneath his coat.
"Can I do something for you, lady Sara?" Ian asked.
"As a matter of fact, you can. Time to prove how sneaky you can be…" Sara said.
"Hasn't he done that enough? I mean, he was hiding in the almost nonexistent
shadows of a hospital! How is that possible, by the way?" Duncan interrupted.
"I'm not telling, and I doubt Ian will." Sara said to Duncan. Then she looked at Ian. "But, back
to what I called you for. Do you think you could sneak into my apartment? Which is probably
swarming with cops by now because I have nosy neighbors…"
"Easy. As long as there are some shadows, I'm fine. So what do you need?"
"My badge, and my jacket. Can you get them for me? Please?" Sara asked, giving him a pitiful
look similar to the "kicked puppy" look Ian used.
"Okay. I'll be back. Are you going to wait here, or should I meet you and your new… friend…
by the morgue?" Ian had obviously been talking to Sara, but he had been glaring at Duncan as
he spoke.
"Someone the jealous type?" Duncan teased.
Sara stepped between the two, giving a look that said 'don't even start,' to each of them. "Ian,
I forbid you to attempt to kill him. You can be an assassin in your spare time, but no murdering
my new friend. And you," she continued, poking Duncan in the shoulder with her other hand,
"don't tease him or you'll suffer for it. Not just because of him, either." She nodded to Ian to
say he was free to go, then indicated the Witchblade. "Having a few feet of steel shoved through
your stomach hurts. I know it."
"An assassin?!" Mac yelled.
"Keep it down, will ya? Not smart to attract attention, especially when I should be dead right
now. Talk to Irons if you want details."
"Irons? Kenneth Irons? The billionaire?" Duncan was astonished. "Do you know him personally
or something?"
"Yes. He's Ian's employer. Don't bug me because stalker-boy gets paid to kill people. It's
kinda helpful sometimes. He makes sure nobody kills me, so I guess I'm lucky I'm a cop with
an assassin for a stalker."
"He makes sure nobody murders you, huh? What just happened? If I recall correctly, you just
died."
"Yeah, I was shot. And everybody's entitled to a bad day, right?"
"Aren't you angry with him?"
"Yes, I'm a bit upset today had to be his first bad day, but I'm awake, alive, and still moving
around. Aside from that, I guess he won't have to report this little failure to the boss. I'm okay
and I don't even have a scar to show for it. Well, a bloodstain, but that's about it. I liked this
shirt, too…"
"You're just going to forgive him?"
"Yeah. No sense making him all upset. I hate that puppy-dog face he does... I guess I hate
myself, too, because I always fall for it and apologize…"
'Puppy-dog face?' Mac wondered, thinking about the person he had just seen appear out of
the shadows, and also questioning how long it took for the shock of being dead to wear off.
'How hard did she hit her head??'
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Short, I know. But I'm just recovering from the shock that is inspiration (and scribbling
frantically on whatever scrap of paper may be handy). And worst of all I have three days to get
the new chapter of Birds done. Which is all the time I have before they expect me back in that
stupid prison cell they call a classroom. And then they give me homework and expect me to
abandon anything close to a life that I may have just so I can finish it.
I hate homework. I hate school. But I love fanfiction.net!
~~~~~~~Wolf
And, Jane Silver, it just needed to fit better into the storyline, so I made Sara an official
Immortal.
Oops… I didn't notice that my paragraphs ran together in the end… I'll try to prevent the error
from happening again. Thanks to Hikari for pointing that out! I'm kinda still trying to figure out
the best way to space things for FF.net and I really should stop experimenting on my fanfics…
Ah well.
I have made the author of the funniest story on FF.net, IrishRavenX, laugh! Think of it as
payback for all the funny chapters in Little Hope of Escape.
Thanks to all for your patience with my horrible life of homework that leaves me little to no time
to update my fic….
Ask and ye shall receive! Here we go!
Now, what you have endured my useless notes for… ::Drum roll plays in background::
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Two
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Who is this?" Ian asked as he pulled a sword and pressed it to Duncan's neck.
"Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod. You are?" Duncan retaliated as he took out the
katana he always had with him and mirrored Ian's move.
"Ian Nottingham," Sara said for him, wondering why in the world Ian was carrying a sword.
'Could he be an Immortal, too?' she wondered. "You two can continue your little battle later,
once we're out of the hospital. For now, put those things away before somebody notices! I
mean, it would kinda attract attention, two guys with swords to one another's throats…"
Ian quickly obeyed and hid the sword again. Duncan, however, took a while longer. 'Why is
this Ian guy so quick to obey her? Did I miss something? I mean, she should be afraid of him!
And why does he have a sword?!' he wondered as he stashed the sword underneath his coat.
"Can I do something for you, lady Sara?" Ian asked.
"As a matter of fact, you can. Time to prove how sneaky you can be…" Sara said.
"Hasn't he done that enough? I mean, he was hiding in the almost nonexistent
shadows of a hospital! How is that possible, by the way?" Duncan interrupted.
"I'm not telling, and I doubt Ian will." Sara said to Duncan. Then she looked at Ian. "But, back
to what I called you for. Do you think you could sneak into my apartment? Which is probably
swarming with cops by now because I have nosy neighbors…"
"Easy. As long as there are some shadows, I'm fine. So what do you need?"
"My badge, and my jacket. Can you get them for me? Please?" Sara asked, giving him a pitiful
look similar to the "kicked puppy" look Ian used.
"Okay. I'll be back. Are you going to wait here, or should I meet you and your new… friend…
by the morgue?" Ian had obviously been talking to Sara, but he had been glaring at Duncan as
he spoke.
"Someone the jealous type?" Duncan teased.
Sara stepped between the two, giving a look that said 'don't even start,' to each of them. "Ian,
I forbid you to attempt to kill him. You can be an assassin in your spare time, but no murdering
my new friend. And you," she continued, poking Duncan in the shoulder with her other hand,
"don't tease him or you'll suffer for it. Not just because of him, either." She nodded to Ian to
say he was free to go, then indicated the Witchblade. "Having a few feet of steel shoved through
your stomach hurts. I know it."
"An assassin?!" Mac yelled.
"Keep it down, will ya? Not smart to attract attention, especially when I should be dead right
now. Talk to Irons if you want details."
"Irons? Kenneth Irons? The billionaire?" Duncan was astonished. "Do you know him personally
or something?"
"Yes. He's Ian's employer. Don't bug me because stalker-boy gets paid to kill people. It's
kinda helpful sometimes. He makes sure nobody kills me, so I guess I'm lucky I'm a cop with
an assassin for a stalker."
"He makes sure nobody murders you, huh? What just happened? If I recall correctly, you just
died."
"Yeah, I was shot. And everybody's entitled to a bad day, right?"
"Aren't you angry with him?"
"Yes, I'm a bit upset today had to be his first bad day, but I'm awake, alive, and still moving
around. Aside from that, I guess he won't have to report this little failure to the boss. I'm okay
and I don't even have a scar to show for it. Well, a bloodstain, but that's about it. I liked this
shirt, too…"
"You're just going to forgive him?"
"Yeah. No sense making him all upset. I hate that puppy-dog face he does... I guess I hate
myself, too, because I always fall for it and apologize…"
'Puppy-dog face?' Mac wondered, thinking about the person he had just seen appear out of
the shadows, and also questioning how long it took for the shock of being dead to wear off.
'How hard did she hit her head??'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short, I know. But I'm just recovering from the shock that is inspiration (and scribbling
frantically on whatever scrap of paper may be handy). And worst of all I have three days to get
the new chapter of Birds done. Which is all the time I have before they expect me back in that
stupid prison cell they call a classroom. And then they give me homework and expect me to
abandon anything close to a life that I may have just so I can finish it.
I hate homework. I hate school. But I love fanfiction.net!
~~~~~~~Wolf