Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 18:59:31 -0500 Reply-To: Samantha Anne Copeland Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Samantha Anne Copeland Subject: Daddy's Little Girl part 08 Daddy's Little Girl Samantha Copeland copelasa@vuse.vanderbilt.edu ******Part 8****** A few minutes later she arrived back at the dojo. She parked her car a little further up the alley than Mac's car had been parked. She locked it up and went inside. As she approached the stairs, she knew _somebody_ was in. Mac was in the office playing darts. He looked mildly amused that Richie wasn't back yet. After she entered the office, he motioned for her to close the door and she did so. "So where's Richie?" "Oh, he's a few miles back eating my dust." "You must have a good car to have out run the T-bird." "Well I think so. Wanna see?" "Why not? What kind of car is it?" "It's an old Mustang." "Sounds nice." The two of them made their way outside and she showed him the car. He had been expecting something from the '80s, but he wasn't disappointed. He was very impressed in the choice of car that Chris had made. Ever since they had been made, he'd had a weak spot for the Ford cars from the mid-sixties. Chris just smiled. She was quite proud of her car, plus she could see that this was a treat for him. MacLeod reached under the hood, undid the latch, and raised the hood. He could see that there had been a lot of work done on this car; it had a new air compressor and a new radiator. He looked at the engine; since the paint hadn't been burnt off yet, he knew that it had been rebuilt recently. Either that or it didn't get run much. His curiosity satisfied, he closed the hood. This car could definitely outrun the T-bird any day; they both had 8 cylinders, but on this car, though standard, it was overkill. He circled the car, checking out the body. As he bent to examine the most recent addition to the car's battle scars, he sensed someone's approach. He looked up to see his own car drive up with Richie in the driver's seat. Richie parked it in its normal space next to the stairs. He got out and brought the keys over to Mac. "Boy that Mustang can go! I didn't think it had it in it, but man it did!" "Yeah, I suppose it does. Now if you just hop in you'll get a ride in it." The two of them got into the Mustang and drove off. Mac stood on the steps outside for a few moments and watched them drive off. After he saw them get onto the main road he smiled to himself and went back inside. In the car Richie was literally being driven crazy by the CD of classical music that was being played on the car's stereo. "What's the matter? I know Holst is an acquired taste, but is it really that bad?" "No it's not. It's just that classical music isn't really my thing. I prefer something with electric guitar and drums." "You know, you ought to expand your horizons and get a little culture." "I know, Mac keeps telling me that. But have you got anything else?" "Yeah, I've got a few other things. Check the glove compartment." Richie opened the glove compartment and a whole lot of little goodies fell out onto the floor. Several CDs and a glasses case fell out. As he put the CDs back into the glove compartment, he looked over the CDs. Telemann, Beethoven, Respighi, and Meat Loaf. Out of these, only one looked promising. He popped Holst out and put it into it's case, and popped the new selection into the CD player. He skipped the tracks to "Everything Louder Than Everything Else". He finished putting the rest of the CDs back, just as he was about to put the glasses case back Chris motioned for him to hand it to her. "I've been looking for those for the last three weeks. I forgot that I had put them in there." * How did those end up in there? Oh... duh! I put them in there because when I picked them up I was wearing my contacts. I suppose I forgot because it was right before I went to the Halloween party. Wrecking the car must have created a memory block. Oh well, at least I can ditch these old green things. * With that last thought, she put on the new glasses. These were wire frames with brown accents, much better looking than the green spares that she had been wearing. She put the other pair in the case and handed them to Richie to put into the glove compartment. * Oh, it feel so good to have the new prescription, the old one was so different it's been giving me headaches. * _________________________________________________________________ Yup, I know this one's short, but that's all I have time for right now. If you want past parts, they are on my web page, http://www.vuse.vanderbilt.edu/~copelasa/girl.htm I managed to get my dad to scan a photo of my car, so now the story's illustrated!!! If any other writers want to have their stories (current or otherwise) placed on my page, I'm willing. Samantha copelasa@vuse.vanderbilt.edu =========================================================================