========================================================================= Date: Sun, 14 Apr 1996 19:06:00 PDT Reply-To: Mike Goldman Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Mike Goldman Subject: "A Dangerous Game" (4/22) HL Story "You've never been this way before..." Once back in Seacouver, Joe dropped off Anne at the hospital and Duncan at the dojo, thanking them both for their assistance. Rory would have added her thanks as well, except she was fast asleep in the passenger seat, her head resting next to Joe's thigh. Then he drove the short distance home--Rory having moved in with him a few months earlier. Pulling up in front of his two-story Victorian, he turned off the engine and gently shook her awake. "Rory?" he said softly. "Come on, we're home." She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as he got out of the Forerunner and came around to her side, opening the door and helping her down. They went inside and he gently pushed her up the stairs to the bedroom while he called his bar and told Mike that he'd be a little late this evening and to have the band start without Rory. As he hung up the phone, he heard the shower start and puttered around downstairs with his acoustic guitar until he noticed Rory come back downstairs again. Smiling, he put down his guitar. "How are you feeling?" Rory gave no indication she'd heard him and walked directly into his study, humming snatches of a song Joe couldn't place. Frowning now, he stood up and walked into the study behind her to see Rory standing at his bookcase, idly leafing through a Watcher Chronicle. "Hey now," he said, coming up to her. "You know we made an agreement that you weren't going to look at those." Rory looked up at him as though she hadn't ever seen him before. "What?" "Our agreement." Joe repeated patiently. "About those." He pointed to the Chronicle in her hands. She tracked where his finger was pointing with her eyes and jumped slightly when she saw what was in her hands. "I didn't....wasn't..." she started lamely, her voice dying off. Joe gently took the Chronicle out of her hands and placed it back on the shelf. "Why don't you go back upstairs and rest? I'd stay, but we're short-handed tonight at the bar." "No." said Rory, "I told the guys I'd be back tonight--besides, I really need to get back out among some normal people. My best friend for the last few days was some poor guy who thought he was captain of a spaceship and that the doctors were really aliens who were trying to switch his brain with that of a female patient." Joe's eyebrows shot up. "Sounds like a bad TV show." "Yeah," Rory agreed as they walked out of the study, "to protect himself he always kept his plastic spoon on the stun setting." They grabbed their jackets out of the coat closet and walked out the door. As Joe locked it behind him, a thought occurred to him. "Hey, what was that song you were humming?" Rory looked at him. "What song?" "You were humming something as you came downstairs and I couldn't place it." "I wasn't humming anything." she protested. "Yeah, you were." She tilted her head to one side, furrowing her eyebrows. "I don't remember humming anything." She started down the driveway. "Come on, I want to be there by the band's break." Joe thought about it a moment more, then shrugged and followed her down to the car. Lori mgoldman@cts.com Bass Player/Musical Director for the SJD Kick-Ass House Band CFW/WAR Chief for Smokin' Joe Dawson in the first HL WAR