My head hurt. That was my only though as I drifted back to consciousness. It took me a few minutes to forget about my head hurting and it was then that I realised I appeared to now be laying on something soft.
Ok didn't I hit my head on something hard, VERY HARD? Then why am I laying on something so soft I don't want to move?
Ok so my curiosity got the better of me, I gingerly opened my eyes and found myself in a strange room. I can't remember Beth and Ted's house having a room like this.
I continued to look around and it was then that I realised that this strangely looked like a guys room. The complete room was a mess that kind of gave that fact away, but what clenched it was the fact that all the clothes spilled across the floor, which were definitely male clothes.
I sat up and almost fell back down as my head decided it wanted to feel like it was about to explode but surprisingly I managed to stay sat up. Ok, I'm a quick learner I won't move that fast again for a bit.
All my movements were slow now, as I didn't want to give my head any more reason to course me vast amounts of pain. I put my legs over the side of the bed and got to my feet. Feeling slightly dizzy I stay close to the bed just in case I couldn't keep my balance and started walking around the bed and towards the door I spied a few minutes ago.
I have no idea how long it took me to get from the bed to the door but I finally managed it, but I felt as sick as a dog and tempted to go back to the bed and lay down for a while longer. Determined to find out where I was though I twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open and walked out keeping close to the wall.
Ok this was definitely not Beth and Ted's house. I thought to myself as I walked down the strangely familiar hallway. I past a room with double doors, which were open so I peered in, inside was a king-size bed that looked to be straight out of some kind of fairytale, you know the four-poster kind with curtains on it, I'm not kidding it seriously looked like it was out of a fairytale.
Forgetting about the bed but making a mental note to get me one of those with the money I have in the savings account I continued to walk down the hall. Have you noticed that I like making mental notes?
I finally came to a large spacious room after what seemed like years and I almost dropped down dead right then and there. I could not believe what I was seeing. How the hell was this even possible?
"I see you're awake." A voice that had a slight Scottish hint to it said as the person speaking rose from his chair.
Then a blond headed boy turned around smiling and in a move so fast I couldn't believe it he jumped over the back of the couch and came running up to me. I couldn't believe what was happening so I recoiled slightly but he reassured me I was in safe hands.
Reluctantly I let him guild me to the couch and help me sit down, I was completely tired after all. "Can I get you anything to drink?" He eagerly asked but was batted away from me by the tall dark haired man.
Reluctantly the blond hair boy sat back down on the couch beside me and it was then I noticed for the first time a blond haired woman sitting to my right in another chair.
"How are you feeling?" She asked he accent thickly French.
"Oh I feel fine, apart from I think I'm in serious need of a psychiatric hospital." I said dryly as I start to rub my head with the palm of my hands.
She laughed at that thinking I was joking, which might I add I wasn't. "And why would you need to go to a psychiatric hospital?"
"Oh I don't know something about how I'm seeing and hearing fictional characters." Hey, if it's true it's true.
"Fictional characters and who are they?" She asked amusement still clearly showing in her voice.
Should I tell them that they're the fictional characters? Hell they more then likely wouldn't believe me anyway and it could get me to the psychiatric hospital faster.
"It doesn't matter!" I barely mumble as I feel my eye lids growing heavy and before I know it I had heavy arms picking me up and carrying me back to the room I've just come from. The last thing I hear as I fell completely asleep again is, "Looks like your sleeping on the couch tonight, Richie."
I never heard Richie's response as sleep overtook me just then and I was grateful for that fact.
I woke up as sunlight, which broke through the curtains shone into my eyes dragging me from my interesting dream. A dream of walking up in Richie's bed and finding Duncan, Richie and Tessa gathered around in the sitting area when I finally managed to drag myself there.
'SHIT' I thought as I sat bolt upright in bed and panicky looked around noticing in fact that it wasn't a dream and that I was in fact in Richie's bed.
How the hell is that possible?
I sat, knees brought up to my chest and arms around them staring at the door for what seemed like hours as I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge the fact that this was incredibly weird, and that's the polite version of what I was actually thinking at that point.
There was a soft knock on the door, which opened moments later, and Tessa's smiling head poked through the door. "Ah. Your awake!"
She moved fully in to the room now and started opening some draws while I looked on at her blankly and unmoving. Well what would you have done in that situation?
She pulled out a black t-shirt and some sweet pants and walked back over to the bed offering them to me. When I didn't take then she said. "Richie said you could borrow some clothes as he's the closest to your size. The bathroom is just down the hall."
Still I didn't move afraid that I'd mess something up. Would this even count as temporal interference if indeed it were another universe? I read a lot of science fiction books, that's where I got the temporal interference bit from.
She let out a small laugh again and pushed the clothes into my hands, which I had to take, otherwise they would have joined the others covering the floor. "Go on, get changed. Duncan has put a new toothbrush out for you as well." She said as I left the room heading for the bathroom.
Reaching the bathroom I was just about to push the door open when it opened by itself and Richie came bouncing out. "Morning!" He said a large smile on his face.
Once again I recoiled and he took that, as I need some time and turned to walk away but stop moments later. "Oh and when your finished getting changed Mac's finishing breakfast, so just follow the smell of food."
I looked blankly at him again and he turned walking away from me. I watch him go for a second then entered the bathroom and quickly showed and changed.
I did as Richie suggested and followed the smell of food and I have to admit that it smelled mouth watering. What can I say? I was hungry.
I finally reached the kitchen and saw the three of them sitting around a circular table. There was an extra place setting and I assumed that was were they intended for me to sit. I sat down in between Tessa and Richie and just sat there as the food called out to me.
"You can eat something you know." Duncan said and I noticed when I looked towards him he had a smile on his face. At least that didn't mean I was going to get a sword at my throat I guess.
I did as he said and picked two peaces of toast from a plate in the centre and Richie past me the butter. I must have made a national speed record for buttering and eating toast, as I was that hungry. It was less then two minutes I swear and the toast was no longer on my plate and I started eyeing up a few peaces of bacon.
Tessa laughed and picked the plate of bacon up and swiped them on to my plate alone with some scrambled eyes.
I looked up at her and for the first time that morning I smile. It was only for a second though as my stomach growled reminding me I was still hungry so I did what anyone else would do. I ate until I could eat no more and I even managed to give Richie a run for his money.
Once the plates where cleared Tessa quickly cleaned them away as me, Duncan and Richie sat silently at the table. It was only minute when Tessa returned to her seat and what I knew to be the inevitable questions to begin.
"So what do you call yourself?" Duncan of cause was the first one to speak and I just stared at him like he was speaking an unknown language for a moment or two. "Your name?" He clarified.
What the hell could I do? He had that look in his eyes that told me I wasn't going anywhere until he got his answers. "Cathleen."
"Ok, will I'm Duncan MacLeod, this is Richie Ryan and Tessa Noel." Duncan calmly stated pointing to the relevant person when the name was spoken.
I didn't know what else to do so I just nodded letting him know that I understood.
"Would you like to explain how you got here?" I never realised this from watching the series but when he has this tone of voice you'd have to be specially trained not to talk, as there was no chance in hell you was going to be able to get away with not answering.
"I'm not sure, and what I do know it sounds strange." I had to at least try and deflect the conversation, even if it was only a weak attempt.
"Just tell us what you know. It can't sound as strange as having someone appear suspended in mid air."
I looked at him and he was telling the truth. I couldn't believe what was happening to me and I can't believe where I was. Not knowing what else to do I told him everything, about my family, about moving to the states, about the white light. I couldn't bring myself to tell him about me having to choose one to survive; I was carrying enough guilt around that seemed to stab at me every time I looked in Tessa's direction.
They sat stared at me throughout my story. I was surprised to see a deeply saddened look in Richie's eyes when I talked about my parent and loosing them before I had a chance to tell then I was sorry. It was almost like he knew how I felt, how much pain I had and was still going through dealing with that. I felt almost like out of the three of them he was the one that I connected with the most.
After everything was said we sat in silence as they thought things through until suddenly we were interrupted by the telephone ringing.
"I'll get it." Tessa said rising from the table walking the short distance across the room and to the phone.
It was Richie's voice that broke the silence between the three of us as his curiosity got the better of him. "So Mac, what do you think? Is this even possible?"
I don't know what scared me the most the fact that after all the trust I've just put into these people and there was a possibility that they may not believe me or the fact that someone who's immortal of all things could criticise something that he deemed an impossibility. Immortality been right up there on the top of the list of been impossible.
"To be honest I don't know what to believe. How old were you again? twenty two?" Duncan asked.
"Well technically I won't be twenty two until tomorrow." I suddenly jumped up from my chair as I remembered something. My friends back in England would be expecting a call from me. I call I won't be able to make as I'm not even sure if I'm in the correct universe.
"What wrong?" Richie asked innocently, I'm guessing he saw something in the emotions I seem to be broadcasting across my face. Maybe it was the fact that I really didn't want to be there I want to be with my friends celebrating my birthday.
"Nothing." I said trying to deflect the truth. "I just realised I did have things back home that I cared about." I mutter as walked out of the room and the only place I know where there's peace.
I returned to Richie's room and curl back up on the bed. Why is it you never realised what you've got right in front of you until it's been taken away.
A/N: - Thanks for the reviews and keep them coming. If anyone's interested in been a beta e-mail me and let me know as I have lots of stories to be worked on.