Author's Notes This is my first Highlander fanfic and also my
first fanfic on While it may be flawed, I am enjoying
writing and would appreciate any constructive feedback that is given.
Highlander, the idea and its characters are owned by Panzer and Davis.
I am borrowing them to tell a story. No profit is being made. All other
characters are of my own creation.
Chapter 1
Present Day
Jessi St. Clare drove her car down the winding mountain roads. A mountain on the left side of her, a steep decline and a river was on the right. Her windows were rolled all the way down so that she could enjoy the breeze and the smell of fresh air. She was only half paying attention to the task at hand. The rest of her mind was thinking about her new job and her new life that awaited her in Seacouver. She glanced over at her wrist as she tucked her long dark brown hair behind her ear. It still surprised her whenever she saw the Watcher tattoo staring back at her, even though it had been there for two months. It had been a long and hard fought battle, but in the end she had lost. Her parents were Watchers too. And the legacy went further than that. On her father's side there had been at least one St. Clare as a Watcher going as far back, well, as far back as when Duncan MacLeod still thought he was a mortal. Jessi sighed. When she'd turned 18 is when her parents first told her about the Watchers and about immortals. And she'd considered joining. She had already planned on studying History in college and wanted to get her doctorate. She'd already been learning Greek and Latin in preparation. But that was when the news broke about James Horton's activities and she realized that she wanted no part of an organization that had used its information for hurting people instead of helping. She went on to get her B.A. and then her advanced degrees. She had been hired at Seacouver University as an associate professor. Her parents were delighted. They would only be a few hours drive from her and they could spend some time together. They also decided to once again try to convince her to join the Watchers. They had her talk with Joe Dawson about his experiences. Realizing that there were kindred spirits within the organization, she had decided to give it a shot. She's spent two months in training in Paris and now she was on her way to becoming a university professor and to help Joe with MacLeod's chronicles.
Jessi looked down at her clock "Only an hour to go and I'll be in Seacouver," she thought in excitement. It had been a long drive, but worth it as she was able to see parts of the country she hadn't been able to see before. As she looked back up she saw a man standing in the middle of the road. Noticing that there was oncoming traffic she had no choice but to slam on her brakes. Her car came to skidding halt not more than a foot away from the man. She started to get out of her car to yell at him, but then noticed the gun he held in his hands as he came around to the driver's side door.
"I want your car," the man said. Jessi started to panic, but then quickly got out of the car to let him have it. She started to back away, closer to the decline to give him room to get in.
He turned to her, "Thanks," he sneered. Jessi then heard the gunshot. Shocked by the impact she tumbled backwards into the river. She plunged into darkness, with the river covering her like a shroud.
Chapter 1
Present Day
Jessi St. Clare drove her car down the winding mountain roads. A mountain on the left side of her, a steep decline and a river was on the right. Her windows were rolled all the way down so that she could enjoy the breeze and the smell of fresh air. She was only half paying attention to the task at hand. The rest of her mind was thinking about her new job and her new life that awaited her in Seacouver. She glanced over at her wrist as she tucked her long dark brown hair behind her ear. It still surprised her whenever she saw the Watcher tattoo staring back at her, even though it had been there for two months. It had been a long and hard fought battle, but in the end she had lost. Her parents were Watchers too. And the legacy went further than that. On her father's side there had been at least one St. Clare as a Watcher going as far back, well, as far back as when Duncan MacLeod still thought he was a mortal. Jessi sighed. When she'd turned 18 is when her parents first told her about the Watchers and about immortals. And she'd considered joining. She had already planned on studying History in college and wanted to get her doctorate. She'd already been learning Greek and Latin in preparation. But that was when the news broke about James Horton's activities and she realized that she wanted no part of an organization that had used its information for hurting people instead of helping. She went on to get her B.A. and then her advanced degrees. She had been hired at Seacouver University as an associate professor. Her parents were delighted. They would only be a few hours drive from her and they could spend some time together. They also decided to once again try to convince her to join the Watchers. They had her talk with Joe Dawson about his experiences. Realizing that there were kindred spirits within the organization, she had decided to give it a shot. She's spent two months in training in Paris and now she was on her way to becoming a university professor and to help Joe with MacLeod's chronicles.
Jessi looked down at her clock "Only an hour to go and I'll be in Seacouver," she thought in excitement. It had been a long drive, but worth it as she was able to see parts of the country she hadn't been able to see before. As she looked back up she saw a man standing in the middle of the road. Noticing that there was oncoming traffic she had no choice but to slam on her brakes. Her car came to skidding halt not more than a foot away from the man. She started to get out of her car to yell at him, but then noticed the gun he held in his hands as he came around to the driver's side door.
"I want your car," the man said. Jessi started to panic, but then quickly got out of the car to let him have it. She started to back away, closer to the decline to give him room to get in.
He turned to her, "Thanks," he sneered. Jessi then heard the gunshot. Shocked by the impact she tumbled backwards into the river. She plunged into darkness, with the river covering her like a shroud.