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By Genna12001 (Laura Pease)
WARNINGS: Maybe some language, (I don't do it on purpose it just manages to find it's way in there).
CATEGORY: Adventure.
SPOILERS: Too many to name all the way through season one to season five, I'll even say season six to be extra safe.
TIME FRAME: Season one.
SUMMARY: Chooses has to be made and someone has to live with the consequences of those that were not chosen. With the help of your friendly neighbourhood immortals will things be able to be resolved.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them never have and never will, this is just what I wish to happen.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Feedback is welcome. Any criticism you have or ways to improve the story will be greatly appreciated.
Chapter One – Story Begins
Why is it always hard to start off and when you ask someone's opinion on where you should start they always say the beginning? So that's what I will do, start from the beginning.
Here I was enjoying my normal life, ok maybe not so much enjoying as so much as copping with everything that had happened to me over the past few years when I suddenly found myself here.
Let me start again as I seemed to had jumped slightly ahead there. I am Cathleen Rosalyn Dickson, but by friends call me Cat. I am as of today twenty five years old who up until over three years ago lived in Leeds, England with a small intermit group of friends.
If you haven't guessed already I don't anymore. What I'm about to tell you may sounds strange, but it's true, honest. Three weeks before it all started, or should I say that's the moment it all started, I got a phone call from a guy from the states informing me that my last living relatives had dies, I say relative loosely as they weren't my blood relatives they were my Mum's blood relatives though.
I've confused you again haven't I?
It's simple really I found out at the age of fourteen that I was adopted, ever since then I have been searching for my biological parents without much success, because of my insistence to find my biological parents I had a disagreement with my adoptive parents.
Things got worse and worse until at Seventeen we decided we were unable to agree on the matter so I separated myself from them. I moved out and in with my friends who had all wanted space from their parents or guardians. We managed to get a four bedroom house and I had to juggle a two part time jobs and college.
I managed fine though. Once I got into a routine it was easy, ok so maybe I didn't handle it that good, what I should have said was once my body adjusted to lack of sleep the conditions were liveable at least.
Once I finished with college I managed to afford to go to university but unfortunately that meant that I had to temporarily move away from Leeds and my friends. When I came back to Leeds though it was like I had never left, my friends greeted me back with open arms and I went back to living with them.
It was when I was twenty that I received a similar call to that which I just mentioned but on that occasion I was informed that I adoptive parents had died in a car accident coming back from a weekend at Blackpool. I know I said before that I left them when I was seventeen well what I haven't told you is that I hadn't been in contact with them either. They obviously still thought as me as a daughter as they left everything to me, which was a big surprise.
I couldn't believe that they were gone though. Although I hadn't been in contact with then since I left I still felt like they were my parents and it hurt more then I can describe to that they had died thinking that I hated them for the fact that they weren't my biological parents, which I didn't by the way.
Their funeral was small and there was only me, a few of their close friends and mum's sister and her husband who had flown over from the states. Don't ask me were in the states because I have no idea I didn't even know about them until they turned up.
Once everything was dealt with regards to the will Beth, that's the name of mum's sister, went back to the states and I never heard from her or her husband again. I sold my parent's house and split any items of personal value between Beth and myself, although Beth got the biggest part. The money I got from selling the house was put into a savings account, which I refuse to touch until I can think of something they would approve of with it.
Now a little under two years later I get another call informing me that Beth, her husband their one year old had been killed in yet another tragic car accident. The guy that called a, what was his name? Oh yes now I remember a Mr Nathan Watson was dealing with that will and as I was the only living relative, albeit adopted I once again am left with everything.
Unfortunately there had to be a catch, don't get me wrong I would rather they be alive then leaving me all there money in their will but did they have to insist that I move over to the states just so their loving pet dog Rover didn't have to be up routed.
Who names their dog Rover anyway?
So I reluctantly agree. I was given a tremendous farewell party and I have to admit I think my friends out did themselves with the party and I don't think I've ever seen a party like that before. I flew out the next day with the promise that Mr Watson would have all the relevant legal paperwork done for when I arrive.
It was ten in the morning local time when I arrived at JFK airport and I have to say I was completely exhorted. I was surprised when Mr Watson himself met me and he drove me to his office where I had to sign what felt like a thousand forms.
I was almost falling asleep when he drove me to where Beth and Ted, I found out her husband was called, lived and handed over the keys. Dropping me off at the front door I was too tired to look around the house so I went straight to what I assumed was a guest bedroom, what can I say I may not have really known them but I still didn't feel like sleeping in there bed. I stood my suitcase at the base of the bed and dropped onto the bed fully clothed and almost instantaneously fell into a deepest sleep I have even been in.
I woke up just as night was taking over the day and felt too awake to sleep the night away so I got up, quickly showering and changed then went to explore Beth and Ted's house, it was then that I realised that there was no dog.
Why would they insist that I come to the states to look after a dog that they didn't seem to have? Shaking it off I decided the best thing to do was to ask Mr Watson when I next saw him.
I found there house tastefully decorated with warm colours. There furniture was, well basic is the only word I can think of to describe it. In the living room there was a two seated couch, a what seemed out of place home cinema system in the corner and the back wall was covered with bookcases of books and old looking books at that.
The dinning room was occupied with a large rose wood table, which would seat easily six people. A vase in the centre of the table was filled with wilted red roses, the petals were scatter around the base of the vase with a few dried up leaves. Leaving them were they was for the moment, but making a mental note to come back to tidy them up later I moved on.
I moved to what was the kitchen and found surprisingly large kitchen. Black cupboard doors and what looked like a black marble top. A black cooker and hob was in the centre island and the kitchen sink was positioned under the kitchen window. It was immaculate, not one little thing out of place.
Looking round I noticed a double fridge freezer, you know the ones the big silver one you always see in films. I had to smile; I love those kinds of fridges. Yeah, yeah I know I got way over excited over a simple fridge freezer, but I couldn't help it.
I opened it up and found it was stocked with what looked like fresh shopping, which to say the least surprised the hell out of me. It was then that I noticed a post it note attached to the freezer part of the fridge freezer informing me that a Miss Rosenberg who apparently lived next door had been out and got me some shopping.
The question of where this mystery dog was as well was also solved.
Signing I looked over a clock which was on the other side of the door and checked what time it was. Seeing that it was only eight in the evening I checked once again at the house number that Miss Rosenberg lived and went back up to guest room and grabbed my purse out of my handbag, which only had about $100 in it as I didn't bother changing anything more as I didn't think I would need it right away and the house keys and went to greet the kind Miss Rosenberg.
From the outside Miss Rosenberg's house was exactly the same and Beth and Ted's, or should I say mine now. God I hate dealing with crap like that. Anyway I walked up to the door and knocked, a dog barking came from within and a woman's voice drifted though the door shouting for the dog to be quite.
I heard rummaging about and then dead bolts sliding open before the door opened and a thirty something year old woman stood smiling at me. "Hi, can I help you?" She asked a puzzled look on her face as I guess she wondered who the hell I was.
"Hi, I'm Cathleen Dickson, are you Miss Rosenberg?" I asked trying to act neighbourly even though I really didn't feel like it.
"Yes." She replied and now she was even more puzzled. "Oh are you Beth's relative?" She asked as she realisation finally dawn on her face.
"Yeah. Well I just wanted to pop round and pay you back for the shopping you've done and to take Rover off your hands." I replied relaxing slightly as she smiled reassuringly at me as a sad look passed in her eyes.
"Ok, why don't you come in while I'll get Rover's things ready for you to take with you?" She moved further into the house letting me enter then closed the door behind me. "I'm really sorry about your ant." She tried to give me her condolences for the death of Beth and her family and I didn't have the heart to tell her that she probably know then better then I did.
I quietly accepted them and quickly paid her back for the shopping and took the bag which she had put Rover's things in then I almost had to drag Rover out the house and after a brief goodbye I went back to the house which I know I would soon sell.
Over the next few hours I explored the rest of the house as Rover followed be about like I didn't belong, which I guess I didn't in his eyes. I found the master bedroom and the baby's room and another spare room that had been set up as an office/gym. The computer was password protected and I made another mental note to ask Mr Watson if he knew the passwords.
Nothing else to do and it been too late to go out anywhere I settled in the front room and watched the only DVD's that I found. A whole six sessions of Highlander, which I found to be a follow on series to the highlander films, which were also in the collect, all except the second film which was missing for some strange reason. I have to say I slightly disappointed at that as it usually gives me something to laugh about whenever I watch it, in fact I find it funnier then most comedies.
So I settled in and watched the tale of a highland immortal born four hundred years ago. I surprisingly managed to get though the whole first series and found myself hooked but unfortunately I also found myself almost falling asleep just as the final episode finished.
I woke up to a scream of the name 'Darius' and realised that the DVD player was set on continues loop. In a way I was relived that I had woken up as my neck was starting to complain at been left in an awkward position. I glanced at the clock on the DVD player and noticed it was midday. Knowing that I should stay awake otherwise I'll never be able to get any sleep that night I went and got showered and changed again and decided to go for a walk.
Ok now my life is even sounding boring to me, but bear with me I'll try and make it as quick and painless as possible. Cutting to the chase I went on the walk and found nothing of interest although Rover led me to a park about three blocks away which he seemed to frequently visit.
Apart from the two daily walks that Rover insisted over I very rarely left the house. I once went to visit Mr Watson when he finished all the paperwork up for me. I received the deeds to the house, my visa or whatever you want to call enabling me to live in the states although I found it quite annoying that I couldn't leave the county for a few years not even for a holiday. How unfair is that.
I managed to watch up to the end of the fifth season of highlander when the plot line seemed to go terribly wrong. How could they kill that Richie guy? Yeah killing Tessa and Fitz and a few of the others off was one thing, but to kill Richie at the hands of Macleod that was just plan wrong.
It was then that I realised that I was bored, it had been almost a week and I hadn't left the house. Remembering the computer in the office/gym I decided to go have another crack at finding out the password as Mr Watson had been no help.
I was there for about half an hour and was still having no luck with the password, trying everything from Rover to Highlander characters I was still having no susses. It was then I remember a trick that my friend Sean had told me about one time about three years ago.
I shut the computer down once again then turned it back on and entering dos. I smiled at myself as I changed the password and continued the boot up now placing in my newly entered password when the screen came up asking for a password. I almost jumped out of the chair shouting in triumph when the password was accepted and normal computer screen came up and almost laughed out loud as I noticed a picture of a half naked Richie graced me with his presence as the wallpaper.