A Knock at the Door: Part 2

By DelCreed and Griffin

Rough draft for this one was started December 15, 2003.

Disclaimer:

See part 1 for Marvel. Highlander doesn't belong to me, even if it is no longer on TV, I have no permission to play with the immortals (even if I do have a Watcher's tattoo) and I'm not making any money from borrowing them.

Part 2

Duncan MacLeod stood in the dojo, with Richie and Joe, demonstrating a katana move he wanted his young student to learn.

          "Gosh, Mac that one looks tough."  But Richie was game to try it and stepped closer to MacLeod.  Just then both immortals paused, sensing the approach of an other of their kind.  Swords at the ready they waited quietly, when Methos suddenly ran in panting hard,

          "He's nuts, completely mad I tell you, and he has six, SIX, blades coming out of his bloody hands!"  Mac and Joe rushed to the oldest immortal's side as Richie quickly went to look out the window.

          "Adam what is it, what are you talking about?"  Joe asked his fellow watcher.

          "Some guy, he came out of nowhere when I was walking to the bar, and he starts accusing me of taking his 'Jubes' and that he was going to 'pop' my head off if I didn't give her back."

          "Adam, you took someone's candy?"  Richie asked incredulously.

          "No, not jujubes, Jubes is probably a girl from what I understood, the little nut's got a ghastly Canadian accent."

          "Canadian, aren't they those non-violent guys from up north?"  Duncan joked, but he didn't get an answer because at that moment the doors to the dojo were kicked in and a short man with wild black hair snarled,

          "Where is she?"  Logan, in full Wolverine costume, marched in.  Richie sniggered,

          "Is that yellow spandex?"  He looked at Duncan and added, "He looks like a comic book character."  The blades Methos had mentioned, slid out from inside both of the man's forearms, with a lethal 'sknit' sound.  Richie ran and hid behind Mac.

          "Look we don't know why you think we have anything to do with your missing friend, but we haven't seen her.  We'd be happy to help you look for-" Logan howled as he jumped them.  In the end three unconscious immortals and a badly bruised Joe Dawson were left behind as the rogue X-Man continued his search.  Joe tried to reach one of his legs, with a single thought running in his head,

          'This must be how the scarecrow felt after the flying monkeys got him."

It was almost dusk at Xavier's mansion, when there was a knock at the door.  Storm answered it, to find three men standing there; a fourth man, older with gray/white hair, was slung over the shoulder of the tall man, who had long dark hair.

          "Can I help you gentlemen?"  She asked, her usual regal tone masked her confusion.

          "Yes, do you know a short man, about so high,"  The long haired man asked with a slight Scottish brogue, as he held a hand up to about chest level, "With six looong pointy thin's that come out of his hands?"  The thin man with a beaky nose and short hair added,

          "And the temper of a mad bull moose."  The man on the Scott's shoulder shifted to add,

          "Who'd beat a handicapped person with his own prosthetic legs?"  Ororo didn't need to think before she said,

          "Yes, I do know such a man."  The group of men fell groveling at her feet.

          "Please save us from him, we don't know where the girl he's looking for is, but we'll spend the rest of our lives (see 'eternity' in the dictionary) looking for her, if you'll just keep him away from us."  The four men were now in tears.  Storm turned and called out,

          "Scott!  It's for you."

End part 2