After she sighed and when found her shoes and car keys she took off for work. When she waited at the last stop light before her publishing building she looked at the red light and blew a strand of hair out of her face, she watched the cars go by in front of her and raised an eyebrow in boredom.

POP!

"Ello pretty!" His gravelly voice suddenly filled her small, older car.

She jumped and the hair rose on the back of her neck. "Jesus Christ!" She shouted as she turned around to face him, one hand still on the wheel the other pressed against her head, threading through her thick hair."Do you have to come up like that? Gave me a heart attack!"

The Kurgan looked at her form in the seat in front of him, her hair drifting in the breeze coming through the open window. The sunlight blazed through the window and outlined her body in a way that he approved of. He locked eyes with her through the dark round glasses she wore, the light behind her making them transparent.

"Your head was a little too dull for my taste pretty," he grumbled. His ugly smirk was still plastered on his face.

She couldn't help but look him up and down as well. Her gaze unwittingly lingered at the bulge in his pants. With red cheeks she looked back up and found his piercing blue eyes gazing back at her. She scowled. "My thoughts are not boring!" She objected.

He chuckled again, "You were hoping for the light to change, nothing exciting."

Arielle opened her mouth to say something but jumped when a car horn blared behind her. She growled at the car behind through the back window and then spun around and put both hands on the steering wheel. "Damn it. . ." she whispered.

When they pulled up to her office she didn't look back as she grabbed her bag and got ready to open the door, "Will anyone else be able to see you Kurgan?" She asked.

He shook his head slowly, "No. Only you my sweet," he licked his lips in that perverted way again.

She looked at him in her review mirror and groaned. On the way through her building she appeared normal to everyone who greeted her, but unbeknownst to them she had a six foot tall giant of man with a scar on his neck and blue eyes that glared at every man who passed by walking behind her. She hurried to her office which was conveniently at the end of the office of the lower floor and she wanted to hurry before-

"Hiya Arielle!"

The voice was high and nervous.

Arielle's hand had just reached out to grab her door handle when the guy who worked in health advice came along. He was about her height and geeky with short brown hair and thick rimmed glasses. As she turned to face him she couldn't help but think how stereotypical he was. Brown slacks, loafer shoes and beige button up shirt with pens in his pocket, thankfully though no pocket protector.

"Hiiii Shaaane," she drew on his name lamely and looked at him awkwardly.

He smiled at her with his mouth open and took a jerky breath in, it wasn't every day that his crush from interior design spoke to him. Sometimes she was so busy with her designing that he didn't get to even so much as glimpse her around the office. She could be a real recluse sometimes, especially lately.

Arielle stole a glance at the invisible giant next to her and her eyes grew wide, again, at the sight of his face. The Kurgan had his sword drawn and the look he was giving poor Shane was positively evil. It made Arielle want to quickly defend the poor man without him knowing he was being saved.

"Hey, uhh, Shane? Why don't we talk in my office?" She grinned at him and quickly ushered him into her office.

The Kurgan continued to glare at the man with his creator until she shut the door. But unseen by Shane the deadly Immortal just walked on through the door and stood right in front of it. Arielle set her bag on her desk and then turned around to look and her co-worker politely.

"So how are you Shane?" She asked.

He was surprised she was even speaking to him, "I-I just w-wanted to see how you were. I heard about your loss and. . .well," he stopped and looked at her.

Her smile went down into a sad smirk, "Um I'd rather not talk about it." She looked back at The Kurgan, he was staring at Shane murderously, at least his sword was away and his bulging arms crossed over his muscular chest. "Gosh he's just so tall. . ." she thought to herself. She suddenly turned her attention back to Shane.

He looked mortified, "Oh God I'm so s-sorry! I didn't mean to get into your business or anything I-I just. . ."

She quickly shook her head, The Kurgan turned his stare to her breasts and the pale skin of her exposed cleavage, he wished he was real, anything to reach out and grab them. . . Despite being a part of her head he was also his own person. Just unable to be seen by others and touch the woman he craved. In the universe of his movie he had all the women we wanted, whether they consented to him or not.

"No no," she sighed, "It's alright Shane. Anyway. . ." She looked posed in a slightly seductive way as she leaned down over her desk, her shoulder's bunched up on her back, her back deeply curved in a sex kitten way, her head hung and her eyes peering out from under thick lashes. She saw the way The Kurgan looked at her and Shane and suddenly she decided to play with him. Her 'imaginary friend' knew it too and his smirk vanished, replaced by anger, demanding her to keep quiet.

"You wouldn't. . ." he challenged her darkly.

She leaned forward so that her breasts strained against her shirt, "Anyways Shane. Days are hard to get through lately," she avoided eye contact with her co-worker and played coy. Falsely unaware of how her body looked.

The Kurgan's eyes widened in fury and his mouth opened in shock, his teeth gnashed together. She was going to flirt with the weakling well knowing how The Kurgan felt. . .

The geek who was unknowingly caught up in Arielle's game stammered, "W-w-well I kinda understand. I m-mean my grandpa passed away when I was young and it took a while to get over it." He blabbered on.

Arielle didn't really pay attention to him as he drabbled and instead watched the look on her imagination's face. "Damn," she thought to herself. "If only he was human. He'd lay me back on this desk and ram it right here. . ." He chuckled and she realized that he knew exactly what she was thinking. "Shit!" She shrieked in her thoughts.

Knowing she had lost at her own game she admitted defeat mentally to him and then looked back at Shane.

"And then that's when my grandmother came to live with us," he finished lamely.

She nodded and at the last moment before she decided to get rid of him she came up with one last jab at The Kurgan, "Well if I ever get too lonely I'll let you know and we can talk." She smiled sweetly at him and the man's cheeks grew red. She was almost afraid to look at The Kurgan.

She didn't have to though. He bellowed in rage and lunged forward. In her own reality it was so real that Arielle shrieked and threw her arms up to protect herself, but she never felt him grab her. She looked up again and saw Shane looking back at her, completely confused. The Kurgan was gone.

"You ok there Arielle?" He asked.

She nodded, "Yes. Thanks, it's just lately I get freaked out by everything," she explained. "Ever since. . .Well, I just see too many shadows and I get easily spooked I suppose." She chuckled nervously.

Albeit curious and somewhat alarmed, Shane accepted the reason for her weird outburst. "Uh huh." He nodded. "Well I'll see you around Arielle."

She smiled and nodded as he left the room. As soon as the door shut The Kurgan was there.

He growled, stalked forward and slammed the palms of his hands down on her desk. He leaned in close to glare at the woman nose to nose, "What was that pretty mistress? It's only the first day and already you wear my patience thin!" His voice was so deep and menacing it made her back up a few steps.

At the edge of his rage she detected a hint of something else. Was that playfulness at the edge of his voice? Was he trying to sexually tease her by intimidation? His face didn't twitch at her inner thoughts, he wasn't going to let her know.

"Why should you care?" she asked. "You're a part of me after all and you aren't even close to real! So shut the fuck up!"

"I'm still a man! And even though I'm not real in your world, in my world of Highlander I'm very much a real man!" He bellowed.

"Then go back to wherever it is you fucking come from and leave me alone!" she screamed.

Outside her office several employees nearby looked towards her door. They could hear her screaming at someone but they had only seen Shane go in and out. Who else could possibly be in there? Was it a phone call?

The Kurgan growled again, "I can't! You imagined me into your world and you have to put me back in mine!"

"How do I do that?" She asked heatedly.

He relaxed and pulled away to stand up straight again, "In no way did he belong in that office. He belonged on a horse in Scotland or Russia," Arielle thought.

"Do you tire of looking at me so quickly woman?" He asked.

She glared at him, "Well you certainly are driving me insane," she told him.

At that his eyes widened, he grinned and it was full

of teeth, "With passion and untamable lust?"

Suddenly she found that she could read into his mind as well. Could it be that she was just as much a part of his imagination as he was hers? He hoped she would will him to be real, at least to her. Enough so that he could get her into bed. Her cheeks flushed and she looked down at her work.

"Well go glare at the other employees. I have work to finish," she murmured.

He knew she was embarrassed by the need he felt to get her out of those clothes and onto her back. He bowed with an air of sarcasm, "Of course mistress! I'll be back when it's time to return home," with that he vanished through the door.

She sat down and leaned her head back with a sigh, "This beast will be the death of me," she thought.

His voice appeared in her head, "Oh I hope so my precious. If I get you into my world you'll be chained to my bed for eternity."

She groaned as she laid her head on her arms that were folded across the desk.