All Soul's Night

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: Leering/flirting. (In my universe Connor Macleod is 300 older than in the movies.)

Katrina was awakened by the tender tracing of cool fingers through her hair. She opened her eyes as Nicholas' hand brushed her cheek. "Welcome back." He said to her.

Katrina then realized she must have dozed off on the overstuffed recliner in the cop's lounge. She sat up abruptly. "What time is it?"

"Early. I got a call that you were rushed over here. Are you okay, Kat?"

Katrina quickly looked around. No wall clock. And someone had put a green wool blanket over her. Her pet name sounded odd to her coming from Nicholas.

Nicholas sat on the arm of the closest recliner. His blue eyes held a glimmer she had not seen for… decades. Katrina smiled at the boyish gleam that played with his genuine concern. "I've had better days," she answered his question. She was getting more familiar with his updated appearance and decided that any decade or century agreed with him without fault. Nicholas was the sole reason why she still had a weakness for blond men. And all along it was Nicholas' dramatic, Euro-Scandinavian features that always wooed the good girl in her while enticing the bad.

Katrina thought back to the first time they met, back to some of her earliest memories, back to Ireland.

There was much dancing around the high bon fires. Clansmen and friends weaved hand in hand with her. Flutes and drums and harps were lilting their rousing tunes. Together they'd sung, "…beckoning all from shadow and light, on this solstice night."

The firers were hot, the air was crisp and the piney scent of burning wicker men can not be washed by time, or the taste of harvest food and dizzy laughter, such laughter.

Then she saw him: the green knight. His was that solid presence watching her all night. His hungry stare was fixed on her, as though he knew what she looked like without her frock.

Without effort or understanding how, Katrina was standing close to him then. His words were foreign.

Katrina let the visions come to her mind's eye: He had an old soul, and he would live a long life. In foresight, she could see herself speaking the same language with this man. Her next lives would mingle with his. Katrina felt a profound connection with him, and was not ashamed of it. Deeper, she saw the sun! It was surrounded by a sinister darkness. But the darkness could not extinguish the sun, neither could the sun radiate without the night. Their power was intense, distinct yet mutual, coexisting in a paradoxical spirit force. She desired to merge with him body and mind.

A pensive smile rose within him. It reflected a sage awareness with her. He was no ordinary man. Perhaps he too was a seer.

'Come with me'- she felt.

'Yes'- her mind answered- 'take me with you…No, I'm not afraid.'

"Katrina?" Nicholas spoke in the present.

Her mind lingered few seconds more, questioning on what if Nicholas /had/ brought her across. Even if it was just to satisfy the carnal throbs of stomach she'd survive.

"Katrina," Nicholas spoke again. "We have a man in custody with the same type of tattoo. This one lost a limb."

Katrina recognized Nicholas' inaccurate statement to get her to correct him and revile her motive in the case. It wouldn't take another detective to know that, just careful common-scence spent on centuries of out-maneuvering.

"Yes," she perked, "There's more," Knowing that her eyes must be sparkling with girly charm.

"What is it?" Nicholas asked. Her ruse succeeded.

"I'll tell you on the way to church."