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Chapter 3
"It's not that we don't want to help you, its just that we can't," Betty replied.
"Look if its that noninterference thing, right now I am a cop, not an immortal."
"We know that, we just don't have any information that can help you. Gladys might though."
"Ok then. I'll keep you updated if I find anything." Tony look at the woman in front of him. He knew what she was, and laughed, "By the way, my favorite color is green," and turned and walked away.
As the door shut behind him, Betty whispered to herself, "I know."
Meanwhile.....
Marcus Constantine was sitting beside a hospital bed. A young woman, late 20's, laid there. Her left arm was bandaged from the operation. He still wondered what had possessed him to jump in after her. He knew though. He knew it was because if she had still been alive when she hit the water, he could save her. The jump hadn't been too far down for an immortal, that is. And he could swim incredibly well. He had to perform CPR, but the paramedics had gotten there quickly since another witness to the incident had immediately called the police. He laughed wryly as he remembered the young cop who had questioned why Marcus had jumped. "I used to be a high diver, back in the day," he'd replied. The young woman would live, he'd found out. He'd seen the tattoo on her wrist and decided that while she may never interfere, he would. He continued on with her to the hospital, and sat in the waiting room while she was in surgery to remove the bullet. He'd tried to call MacLeod to see if he could contact the Watchers. The police had no idea who she was since she had no i.d on her. He tried a second time, but still didn't get an answer. He wasn't even sure he was calling the right Duncan MacLeod. And so Marcus waited, sitting next to her bed, watching her sleep. Thankful that she was still alive.
He'd almost started dozing, himself, when she began to get a bit restless. "Darius," he heard her say.
"But she's too young to have been Darius' watcher, or even one of the ones who had killed Darius," he thought too himself. She continued to grow restless and then as suddenly it had started, it stopped. She grew quiet again.
Inside Jessi's memories
1987
Jessi skipped as she traveled from school to the dojo. It had taken a lot of begging on her part, but her parents had finally relented and allowed her to start learning martial arts and fencing. She was in love with Westley from Princess Bride and she wanted to be able to fight just like him. Today was her karate lesson. She never saw the dark green van pull up behind her, but she felt the gloved hands clamp around her mouth and waist. She was too tiny to fight back. She was unceremoniously thrown on the floor of the van. She saw a dark skinned man staring back at her.
"Well won't your parent's be surprised," he said to her. Jessi was frightened, but didn't say anything. Another man quickly gagged her and then tied her hands and feet together so she couldn't move.
Time passed as it normally does for a ten year old who is extremely scared. She sat there wondering what it was that she had done wrong to be treated like this. They were on an airplane now. After liftoff, the man allowed her to be ungagged and untied.
"Be a good little girl and don't cause trouble and you can stay untied throughout the trip,"
Jessi nodded as an agreement. The man smiled and snapped his fingers, "Bring us some food, I am sure the little one is hungry now." The second man sat a sandwich, carrots, and milk in front of the girl. She was a bit surprised by this. Somehow she figured that kidnapped children (for she knew that is what had happened to her), only got bread and water, if they got any food. The flight was long, and before long little Jessi was fast asleep.
She awoke to find herself laying in a bed. Next to here was a dresser. Opening it, she found several pairs of clothes. She closed it, and like any curious child, she started looking around. She saw that there was another bed and another dresser in the room. The bedroom door was on the other wall. She walked to it and tried the handle. She was rather surprised to find that it opened easily. She wandered out of the room into a great hall. On the walls were pictures of men-warriors. There were swords hanging on the walls in decoration. At the end of the hall was a suit of armor. She then could hear some children laughing. Following the sound, she was startled when the dark-skinned man was suddenly in front of her.
"I didn't mean to startle you my dear," he leaned down to her level. "My name is Xavier St. Cloud and I am going to be taking care of you from now on."
Chapter 3
"It's not that we don't want to help you, its just that we can't," Betty replied.
"Look if its that noninterference thing, right now I am a cop, not an immortal."
"We know that, we just don't have any information that can help you. Gladys might though."
"Ok then. I'll keep you updated if I find anything." Tony look at the woman in front of him. He knew what she was, and laughed, "By the way, my favorite color is green," and turned and walked away.
As the door shut behind him, Betty whispered to herself, "I know."
Meanwhile.....
Marcus Constantine was sitting beside a hospital bed. A young woman, late 20's, laid there. Her left arm was bandaged from the operation. He still wondered what had possessed him to jump in after her. He knew though. He knew it was because if she had still been alive when she hit the water, he could save her. The jump hadn't been too far down for an immortal, that is. And he could swim incredibly well. He had to perform CPR, but the paramedics had gotten there quickly since another witness to the incident had immediately called the police. He laughed wryly as he remembered the young cop who had questioned why Marcus had jumped. "I used to be a high diver, back in the day," he'd replied. The young woman would live, he'd found out. He'd seen the tattoo on her wrist and decided that while she may never interfere, he would. He continued on with her to the hospital, and sat in the waiting room while she was in surgery to remove the bullet. He'd tried to call MacLeod to see if he could contact the Watchers. The police had no idea who she was since she had no i.d on her. He tried a second time, but still didn't get an answer. He wasn't even sure he was calling the right Duncan MacLeod. And so Marcus waited, sitting next to her bed, watching her sleep. Thankful that she was still alive.
He'd almost started dozing, himself, when she began to get a bit restless. "Darius," he heard her say.
"But she's too young to have been Darius' watcher, or even one of the ones who had killed Darius," he thought too himself. She continued to grow restless and then as suddenly it had started, it stopped. She grew quiet again.
Inside Jessi's memories
1987
Jessi skipped as she traveled from school to the dojo. It had taken a lot of begging on her part, but her parents had finally relented and allowed her to start learning martial arts and fencing. She was in love with Westley from Princess Bride and she wanted to be able to fight just like him. Today was her karate lesson. She never saw the dark green van pull up behind her, but she felt the gloved hands clamp around her mouth and waist. She was too tiny to fight back. She was unceremoniously thrown on the floor of the van. She saw a dark skinned man staring back at her.
"Well won't your parent's be surprised," he said to her. Jessi was frightened, but didn't say anything. Another man quickly gagged her and then tied her hands and feet together so she couldn't move.
Time passed as it normally does for a ten year old who is extremely scared. She sat there wondering what it was that she had done wrong to be treated like this. They were on an airplane now. After liftoff, the man allowed her to be ungagged and untied.
"Be a good little girl and don't cause trouble and you can stay untied throughout the trip,"
Jessi nodded as an agreement. The man smiled and snapped his fingers, "Bring us some food, I am sure the little one is hungry now." The second man sat a sandwich, carrots, and milk in front of the girl. She was a bit surprised by this. Somehow she figured that kidnapped children (for she knew that is what had happened to her), only got bread and water, if they got any food. The flight was long, and before long little Jessi was fast asleep.
She awoke to find herself laying in a bed. Next to here was a dresser. Opening it, she found several pairs of clothes. She closed it, and like any curious child, she started looking around. She saw that there was another bed and another dresser in the room. The bedroom door was on the other wall. She walked to it and tried the handle. She was rather surprised to find that it opened easily. She wandered out of the room into a great hall. On the walls were pictures of men-warriors. There were swords hanging on the walls in decoration. At the end of the hall was a suit of armor. She then could hear some children laughing. Following the sound, she was startled when the dark-skinned man was suddenly in front of her.
"I didn't mean to startle you my dear," he leaned down to her level. "My name is Xavier St. Cloud and I am going to be taking care of you from now on."