Big Surprise!

This fan fiction is the perfect merge of Highlander: the series (a Davis/Panzer Production.)and Forever Knight (Parriott/Sloan Prduction in Canada.) Katrina Macleaod and her co-workers are my creations only.

Warning: Graphic fight scene. Katrina (?) lives in Seacouver!

The fifteen-dollar lunch had a salty/soapy after taste. And the ice tea was over boiled.

The Tower Heights Club was a four star restaurant set on a terrace in a vast enclosed courtyard. Hotel room walkways circled the courtyard each going up twelve floors to a frosted glass ceiling. Below and down from the terrace, was a carpeted lobby with dark green upholstered furniture.

At the edge of the dining terrace, separating it from the lobby, were leafy ferns and a babbling fountain. Its chlorine scented gallons splashed over stair stepping boulders down to a reflecting pool. Every table in the small restaurant was occupied, but the rushing water and enormous space of the courtyard, provided a quiet and comfortable atmosphere for her lunch meeting.

Katrina's boss, Clearance, addressed the table. "Our show, Monday night, was copied to the new Digit Titan expansion pack. It will be shipped out by Halloween."

"I know." Georgiou was Chuck Neighbors' vice-chair and presently reported. "The manufacturing will be slow going now."

The others at the table fell silent. All felt the weighing burden of bad publicity after the murders four days ago.

Clarence nodded to Katrina. "How's our campaign in Seacouver?"

"Splendid. Fort Drum wants us to update their tank course program and field reconnaissance simulations."

Clarence tapped his finger on the dinning table as he cautioned to say, "I'd like you to switch and represent that program."

Katrina bit her lip.

"You have a cousin in Seacouver, right?"

"Ex-husband."

"You don't always have to go alone." Clarence suggested as he would speak to his own grandchild. "But taking the job there is in your best interest right now… Katrina?"

A flush of electricity went up her spine and through out her body. The Quickening of another immortal was near. She looked around at the dining tables until her eyes meet a dark haired- green eye man at the wet bar three tables behind hers. Katrina identified herself with a nod. He nodded back without expression.

The immortal motioned to a waiter who proudly carried a long rectangular box to her table. When it arrived, her coworkers bent in to look.

Inside were roses of the deepest red, almost black in color, with thorns still intact down the lengths of their long stems.

"Katrina?" Georgiou didn't care about her special attention.

Katrina held a small card and glanced back to the man at the bar. He was watching intently and nodded again for her to continue. The handwritten note read, 'My Lady Davalen meet with destiny at the St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church: 6 pm', and an address followed. It was signed, 'Ya Chyorny Sabaka'. Katrina looked over again at the bar. By the time he was gone, she recognized him with a haunting pang that chilled her blood. She hadn't seen him for hundreds of years.

Clarence cleared his throat politely and asked, "Katrina what is it?"

Katrina considered the note's true invitation as a creative way to meet on holy ground. "An admirer," she sighed to dismiss her coworkers' curiosity.

Before the entrance to the dinning terrace were corridors of conference halls and restrooms.

Katrina walked out of the ladies restroom. The September afternoon sun glared on the polished marble corridor. It was empty and she was certain that she exited the wrong way. She went back to the door she came out of. It was locked behind her.

The air smelled of Pine-sol and plaster as she walked around the corner to find the dining terrace again. Up ahead three men in suits stood in front of an elevator door. As Katrina approached, one man lit up in recognition. He nudged the other two and spoke out to her. "Going down, ma'am?"

She answered flatly, "No thanks."

They looked at her sternly. This was wrong. 'Who are these men?'

They started gating for her. "How about that merger, Katrina?" She wasn't wearing a name tag, so how did they know her name?

Katrina expected the next turn to lead back into the dinning terrace. It didn't.

She was back at the locked restroom door. The nearest man stomped for Katrina's abdomen. His heel was kneed upward. He stumbled back. She yanked the others by their throats, off the marble and collided their heads before throwing them across the corridor.

One of them groaned, "You're the evil one of the batch! Come and bring it on!"

An unmistakable sound followed. Three rounds shot through her clothes. Glass vases shattered down the corridor.

She startled back at the men.

"She's still up!" The grey haired one screamed while glancing at his .38 with a barold silencer.

"She's just a freak!" yelled the brunet who was instigating the attack.

Brunet charges a stun wand. Blondie brought out an axe.

Katrina scoffs, "Ho! Big Surprise!"

The stunner drove at her. Katrina took that wrist, twisting it up, and jabbed the instrument into his spine. As the blade grazed down her skull, she grabbed the axe handle, turned and jutted it into blonde's throat with a crushing force.

She twirled the axe with a turn of her wrist. The third man lost his hand holding the .38. Blood flowed into her left eye. Katrina turned with the weight of the axe blade to his neck.

BANG!

A .45 blast stops Katrina from decapitating the grey haired.

"Put your weapons on the ground NOW!" Commanded an Asian man. His .45 aimed about trying to decide on a target: man with the stun wand in his back convulsing unconsciously. Another gripping his throat thrashed his body at her feet. The third over taken by shock and fell to the floor.

The man with the .45 waved his hand at Katrina to comply.

Katrina put down the axe.

"I'm Detective Wolly Li. I took you home Friday night. Remember?"

"I remember," Katrina answered. She stood her ground until she remembered her alleged disposition.

Security cops in brown dragged the attackers away.

Detective Li walked carefully to Katrina then asked, "Who were those men?"

Katrina winced and thought, her skull was painfully fusing itself. "They were with the axe freak. They tried to kill me." She wavered on her feet then pretended to faint.

The 97th Metro was a large building on the corner of two major Toronto boulevards. The Roman columns and tempests would better suit a city hall or a library than a police station.

Katrina was ushered to a dark cop's lounge. Li looked dreadfully confused, "Rest here while I send someone in."

She laid on a cushioned recliner. For once in a long time it was quiet. "I'm screwed."

The door slid open on its hydraulic joints. A woman walked in as she commented to someone outside, "What do you mean 'this one's alive?' I'm not /that kind/ of doctor." She rolled a medial tray with her.

She had long, spiraled brown hair. She was young and had round concerned eyes.

Katrina looked back at the girl. "I told you I don't need a medic."

"I'm Doctor Natalie Lambert, and you can tell your lawyer I had the moxi to treat you anyway."

Katrina curled her lip at the girl doctor's defiant dissention.

Lambert pointed at Katrina's red splattered chest. "You were shot!"

When one of her attackers lost his hand, he raised it up to look at his severed- unfortunately tattooed wrist. "Nose bleed." Katrina replied nonchalantly.

Lambert unrolled a ball of gauze. "Your head's bleeding-" She muttered, but Katrina cut her off.

"It was a marble floor I fainted on."

Lambert tossed down a pair of scissors on the medic try with a clatter. "I won't give you a phone till you're cleaned up."

Katrina pasted a sarcastic smile, "Do you take paper or plastic?"