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 2
Thomas and Gladys St. Clare were busy getting the house ready for their daughter. Thomas was secretly very pleased with himself because his daughter had no idea that they had bought her a house. She thought she was moving into an apartment. The house was small, but cozy and comfortable. It was also close to campus. From the moment that he and Gladys had seen it with its white paint and blue trim, he knew it was perfect. It needed a little bit of work, but it didn't take them long to get it ready. He watched his wife of thirty years hanging up the living room curtains. She turned slightly and smiled when she caught his stare. She playfully swatted him. "Get back to work," she ordered gently.
He reached into the storage box and pulled out the sword that had been given to Jessi on her 18th birthday. No one knew who had sent it. A card had been attached that read "Watch over it." Both Thomas and Gladys assumed it had been a fellow watcher with a sense of humor. Everyone knew that Jessi had been involved in fencing and martial arts as a child.
He carefully hung the sword over the fireplace mantle. It looked majestic. Admiring his handiwork he couldn't help but wonder who it had belonged to. He glanced over at the clock on the mantel and realized it was nearly two o'clock. "Gladys, hurry and get cleaned up. Jessi should be here any minute now," he hollered down the hall.
"Ok!"
The minutes passed into hours. It was now just after five o'clock and Jessi still had not shown up. He had tried calling her cell phone but she hadn't responded yet. Thomas tried to hide his worry and concern. Gladys could not. Jessi was rarely ever late and when she was, she always called ahead. He tried to keep his mind off his worry by thinking about the day Jessi had been born. On that day he had promised that while he would protect her always, he would never be overprotective or domineering. He liked to think that he'd kept that promise. As the minutes continued to tick by his mind wandered to what had happened when she was ten. As it turned to five-thirty he decided to try calling Joe to see if he had heard from her. All he got was a busy signal. He stood up. "Gladys, I am heading to Joe's to see if he's heard from her. Stay here, please, so that someone's here when she shows up." He stood up and she leaned over and embraced him, their eyes searching the other's, begging each other not to worry. She watched him walk out to his car and drive off.
Thomas blinked as he entered the dimly-lit bar. He rarely was able to visit Joe's. It was a shame, really, since he loved the blues nearly as much as Joe. As his eyes adjusted he saw a group of his fellow watchers sitting around a table playing a card game. He assumed it was poker. "Hey Thomas, pull up a chair," Joe greeted his longtime friend.
"No thanks Joe. Actually I am here to see if you have heard from Jessi. She was supposed to be in town several hours ago." Thomas' concern was evident.
"No, I haven't," Joe's faced fell a bit as he took in the information, "She's not supposed to check in with me until tomorrow."
Thomas walked over to an empty chair and sat down. "This isn't like her. You know this isn't like her." Joe nodded in understanding. He could tell that Thomas was scared and what was disconcerting was that Joe knew from experience that Thomas had a good reason to feel that way.
A moment later everyone looked up as two police officers walked in. One looked to be 25-30ish while the other was clearly in his late 40's. "Joe Dawson," the older officer said, directing his gaze at the group."
"Yes"
"Do you know a Jessica St. Clare?"
Thomas blinked several times, his worst fears coming true as he heard how the police had arrested a convicted felon outside of a gas station. After searching the car that he had been driving, they had found Jessi's purse and other belongings. The first name they had come across that included an address was Joe's.
Betty Johanson was the first too see Thomas falling over. She was able to break the fall so that he didn't hurt himself. The younger office came forward to check Thomas' vital signs. The older office called for medical assistance.
"Jessi is his daughter," Betty informed them. The younger officer immediately noticed the tattoo on the fallen man's wrist. Looking up he saw that the same tattoo was on the woman's wrist as well. "Hey Pete, will you go get the first aid kit. His vital signs are strong. I think he just fainted." Pete immediately sprinted from the bar. Tony looked at the woman in front of him. He realized that she looked familiar, but that they had never met. He decided to take a risk.
"Is Jessi a watcher too? Is she following anyone? I need to know because it may help us find her."
Betty looked at him in surprise, her blue eyes widened, "I.....I.....I don't know what you are talking about," she stammered. She looked to Joe for support. Joe shrugged. The other watchers looked on in concern and shock since they knew that Anthony Brooks was her assignment.
As Pete rushed back in she realized that it really didn't matter anymore, "Yes she is, no she's not," she hissed quietly back to him.
It wasn't long before a EMT unit had arrived. Thomas had regained consciousness but everyone felt it best for him to be checked out by a doctor. Tony quietly whispered to her father that he would do everything he could to find Jessi. After asking Pete to find Mrs. St. Clare, Tony turned back to the group in front of him. "Your jobs are to watch, to find. Help me to find her."
Chapter 2
Thomas and Gladys St. Clare were busy getting the house ready for their daughter. Thomas was secretly very pleased with himself because his daughter had no idea that they had bought her a house. She thought she was moving into an apartment. The house was small, but cozy and comfortable. It was also close to campus. From the moment that he and Gladys had seen it with its white paint and blue trim, he knew it was perfect. It needed a little bit of work, but it didn't take them long to get it ready. He watched his wife of thirty years hanging up the living room curtains. She turned slightly and smiled when she caught his stare. She playfully swatted him. "Get back to work," she ordered gently.
He reached into the storage box and pulled out the sword that had been given to Jessi on her 18th birthday. No one knew who had sent it. A card had been attached that read "Watch over it." Both Thomas and Gladys assumed it had been a fellow watcher with a sense of humor. Everyone knew that Jessi had been involved in fencing and martial arts as a child.
He carefully hung the sword over the fireplace mantle. It looked majestic. Admiring his handiwork he couldn't help but wonder who it had belonged to. He glanced over at the clock on the mantel and realized it was nearly two o'clock. "Gladys, hurry and get cleaned up. Jessi should be here any minute now," he hollered down the hall.
"Ok!"
The minutes passed into hours. It was now just after five o'clock and Jessi still had not shown up. He had tried calling her cell phone but she hadn't responded yet. Thomas tried to hide his worry and concern. Gladys could not. Jessi was rarely ever late and when she was, she always called ahead. He tried to keep his mind off his worry by thinking about the day Jessi had been born. On that day he had promised that while he would protect her always, he would never be overprotective or domineering. He liked to think that he'd kept that promise. As the minutes continued to tick by his mind wandered to what had happened when she was ten. As it turned to five-thirty he decided to try calling Joe to see if he had heard from her. All he got was a busy signal. He stood up. "Gladys, I am heading to Joe's to see if he's heard from her. Stay here, please, so that someone's here when she shows up." He stood up and she leaned over and embraced him, their eyes searching the other's, begging each other not to worry. She watched him walk out to his car and drive off.
Thomas blinked as he entered the dimly-lit bar. He rarely was able to visit Joe's. It was a shame, really, since he loved the blues nearly as much as Joe. As his eyes adjusted he saw a group of his fellow watchers sitting around a table playing a card game. He assumed it was poker. "Hey Thomas, pull up a chair," Joe greeted his longtime friend.
"No thanks Joe. Actually I am here to see if you have heard from Jessi. She was supposed to be in town several hours ago." Thomas' concern was evident.
"No, I haven't," Joe's faced fell a bit as he took in the information, "She's not supposed to check in with me until tomorrow."
Thomas walked over to an empty chair and sat down. "This isn't like her. You know this isn't like her." Joe nodded in understanding. He could tell that Thomas was scared and what was disconcerting was that Joe knew from experience that Thomas had a good reason to feel that way.
A moment later everyone looked up as two police officers walked in. One looked to be 25-30ish while the other was clearly in his late 40's. "Joe Dawson," the older officer said, directing his gaze at the group."
"Yes"
"Do you know a Jessica St. Clare?"
Thomas blinked several times, his worst fears coming true as he heard how the police had arrested a convicted felon outside of a gas station. After searching the car that he had been driving, they had found Jessi's purse and other belongings. The first name they had come across that included an address was Joe's.
Betty Johanson was the first too see Thomas falling over. She was able to break the fall so that he didn't hurt himself. The younger office came forward to check Thomas' vital signs. The older office called for medical assistance.
"Jessi is his daughter," Betty informed them. The younger officer immediately noticed the tattoo on the fallen man's wrist. Looking up he saw that the same tattoo was on the woman's wrist as well. "Hey Pete, will you go get the first aid kit. His vital signs are strong. I think he just fainted." Pete immediately sprinted from the bar. Tony looked at the woman in front of him. He realized that she looked familiar, but that they had never met. He decided to take a risk.
"Is Jessi a watcher too? Is she following anyone? I need to know because it may help us find her."
Betty looked at him in surprise, her blue eyes widened, "I.....I.....I don't know what you are talking about," she stammered. She looked to Joe for support. Joe shrugged. The other watchers looked on in concern and shock since they knew that Anthony Brooks was her assignment.
As Pete rushed back in she realized that it really didn't matter anymore, "Yes she is, no she's not," she hissed quietly back to him.
It wasn't long before a EMT unit had arrived. Thomas had regained consciousness but everyone felt it best for him to be checked out by a doctor. Tony quietly whispered to her father that he would do everything he could to find Jessi. After asking Pete to find Mrs. St. Clare, Tony turned back to the group in front of him. "Your jobs are to watch, to find. Help me to find her."