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.
1987
Darius was stymied. Days had turned into a week, which had turned into two. He had managed to return all of the other children to their original homes with the help of Fitzcairn. Fitz played an inspector and convinced the parents that the kidnapper had been killed by a freak accident and that because of this there would be no trial. Most of the parents were satisfied with this explanation. All of them, even the foster parents, were ecstatic that their children were home. The only child left was Jessi. He'd thought it would be so easy to return her. They had tried to call her home, but the phone number had been disconnected. He'd planned to keep his eye out and figured if he was looking for his watcher he would spot him or her. He could return her that way. But it was all to no avail. (He had no way of knowing that his regularly assigned watcher was on vacation). And so he continued Jessi's language and history lessons. He looked forward to the hours of the day that he taught her. Jessi looked forward to it as well, because unlike Xavier and James, Darius would not only answer her questions, but encouraged them as well. And so finally he contacted Connor. The two of them, along with the child left the church on a bright sunny day nearly two weeks after she and the other children had first arrived. Jessi was excited. Darius had allowed her to play outside in the day, as long as she stayed on holy ground, but she hadn't been able to leave the gates. The two immortals and the one child walked slowly around Paris for much of the day. Connor and Darius kept their eyes out for someone following them. Finally Connor sensed that one of the tourists was not a tourist. He leaned down and whispered something to Jessi. She looked at him gravely and nodded. She then walked over to the stranger and stopped right in front of him.
"Excuse me, sir," she said.
The startled man, who had been reading a newspaper, looked down at her. His facial expression made him appear amused. He didn't say anything.
Jessi wasn't sure what to do. She looked back at Darius and saw him nod to her, encouraging her to go.
"Excuse me sir," she said again, "but do you have a tattoo like my mommy and daddy, right here?" She pointed to her wrist.
The man laid his newspaper down, now clearly surprised. Jessi saw the tattoo immediately. She turned to wave to Darius and Connor. As soon as they saw her wave they nodded and turned and left. The man watched them go. He then stooped down to her level. "And what were you doing with them, child?" he asked.
"Bad men kidnapped me and they rescued me."
"Ah, well then I guess you're name is Jessi."
The young girl gasped, "Do you know my parents?" she asked excitedly.
"No, but I have heard of them and I have heard of you. Let's get you back to your parents." He now had a gentle smile on his face as he took the hand of the ten year old. They started to walk towards his car, but Jessi stopped short, and looked back to where Darius and Connor had been standing.
"Do you think I will ever see them again?" she asked in a quiet whisper.
"Maybe, just maybe, you might."
1987
Darius was stymied. Days had turned into a week, which had turned into two. He had managed to return all of the other children to their original homes with the help of Fitzcairn. Fitz played an inspector and convinced the parents that the kidnapper had been killed by a freak accident and that because of this there would be no trial. Most of the parents were satisfied with this explanation. All of them, even the foster parents, were ecstatic that their children were home. The only child left was Jessi. He'd thought it would be so easy to return her. They had tried to call her home, but the phone number had been disconnected. He'd planned to keep his eye out and figured if he was looking for his watcher he would spot him or her. He could return her that way. But it was all to no avail. (He had no way of knowing that his regularly assigned watcher was on vacation). And so he continued Jessi's language and history lessons. He looked forward to the hours of the day that he taught her. Jessi looked forward to it as well, because unlike Xavier and James, Darius would not only answer her questions, but encouraged them as well. And so finally he contacted Connor. The two of them, along with the child left the church on a bright sunny day nearly two weeks after she and the other children had first arrived. Jessi was excited. Darius had allowed her to play outside in the day, as long as she stayed on holy ground, but she hadn't been able to leave the gates. The two immortals and the one child walked slowly around Paris for much of the day. Connor and Darius kept their eyes out for someone following them. Finally Connor sensed that one of the tourists was not a tourist. He leaned down and whispered something to Jessi. She looked at him gravely and nodded. She then walked over to the stranger and stopped right in front of him.
"Excuse me, sir," she said.
The startled man, who had been reading a newspaper, looked down at her. His facial expression made him appear amused. He didn't say anything.
Jessi wasn't sure what to do. She looked back at Darius and saw him nod to her, encouraging her to go.
"Excuse me sir," she said again, "but do you have a tattoo like my mommy and daddy, right here?" She pointed to her wrist.
The man laid his newspaper down, now clearly surprised. Jessi saw the tattoo immediately. She turned to wave to Darius and Connor. As soon as they saw her wave they nodded and turned and left. The man watched them go. He then stooped down to her level. "And what were you doing with them, child?" he asked.
"Bad men kidnapped me and they rescued me."
"Ah, well then I guess you're name is Jessi."
The young girl gasped, "Do you know my parents?" she asked excitedly.
"No, but I have heard of them and I have heard of you. Let's get you back to your parents." He now had a gentle smile on his face as he took the hand of the ten year old. They started to walk towards his car, but Jessi stopped short, and looked back to where Darius and Connor had been standing.
"Do you think I will ever see them again?" she asked in a quiet whisper.
"Maybe, just maybe, you might."