Shadows: Part Two

"It's a kind of magic."

Duncan smiled helplessly as he remembered that evening's events. Anne felt Duncan move against her in bed. "Oy, MacLeod? What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing's wrong. I'm just thinking about earlier and how we scared you."

"Scared me? Never." She sounded incredulous. "You Immortals aren't the only one's who can't be scared." Duncan raised his eyebrows. "No, but honey, its okay." Duncan chuckled softly to himself, again.

Guessing that Anne was going to ask about his chuckle, he said, "Still, you should have seen the look on your face." Duncan made an impression of her. "Heh... 'It's a kind of magic.' That's one of Connor's sayings."

"Who's Connor?" She sat up. Duncan raised his eyebrows again and sat up. He was going to say that she should know Connor, but remembered in time that she had never met him.

"He's my... 'cousin,' hypothetically speaking, my kinsman. He's...." Duncan paused to remember how much older the elder Highlander was than he. "...I think 74 years older than me? Yeah, 74." He looked down at Anne's disbelieving face. He kissed her gently. "I know this came all as a rush to you, but yes there are other Immortals out there. Some are my friends and others....aren't. Connor is a friend."

"Wow..." she whistled softly and pulled her Highlander down next to her. "So is he a... a Highlander also?"

"Yeah, actually, people come looking for him under the name 'Highlander' and that's also a nickname of mine. So me being myself, end up taking his fights for him. He's known as the 'elder Highlander' if people want to get it right." Duncan grimaced.

Anne shot at sneaky grin at Duncan. "So... how cute is your cousin, seeing what you look like." Anne laughed as Duncan groaned inwardly.

"I can't tell you that. Or I'd have to kill you." He added as an afterthought and swooped down upon Anne to kiss her. She sighed, 'All is well.'

Duncan woke to find Anne preparing breakfast for him. He rose from bed very quietly and snuck up behind her. "Mmm! Smells good!" Anne whipped around to found Duncan splattered with eggs on his face. She stopped and laughed.

"So does it taste good?" Duncan licked some of the eggs off his face and nodded. "Good. 'Cause this is breakfast," she said with finality.

"Delicious. Simply delightful!" Duncan smelled around. "What else you cooking?" He came around at her with a pointed finger.

"Ah, bacon, sausage, you know... my favorites," came a different voice. "Top o' the morning to ya, Mac!" Duncan glanced over his shoulder to see a certain Richie Ryan standing there.

"What are you doing up so early?" Duncan inquired suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" Richie looked very confused.

"Well, it is..." Duncan looked at a clock in the kitchen. "...oh, it's 10' o clock," Duncan trailed off and sat down in the living room, on his black leather couch. Richie looked at the Highlander and chuckled. In return, Mac glared at him. "Would you kindly stop laughing at my expense?" Richie put a hand over his mouth and turned back into the kitchen. 'I am not a morning person.' He screwed up his face, like one does when they are thinking and remembered Richie. ' Well, not in temperament.' He sighed.

Fin

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