Date: Wed, 29 Nov 1995 19:50:49 -0600 Reply-To: Samantha Anne Copeland Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Samantha Anne Copeland Subject: Daddy's Little Girl part 13/21 Daddy's Little Girl Samantha Copeland copelasa@vuse.vanderbilt.edu ******Part 13****** She almost jumped out of her skin when Mac spoke. "So, what have you got there?" "I think I have an autographed copy of MacBeth." "It is." "And an inscription that looks almost as old, made out to you." "So it does. That was a gift from the monk that taught me to read. That was one of the first things that I read, around 1658 I think." "When were you born?" "1592." "Oh my God! That means your just a little over 400." "Boggles the mind doesn't it?" he says as he gives one of his goofy grins. "Yeah, just a _little_. This is putting an entirely new meaning into the term _old_ friend. Just how long have you known my dad then?" "Since about 1815." "I don't suppose you know how old he is?" "Well let's see, I've known him since the beginning. He was about 39," Mac pauses for a moment to make the calculation, "that'd make him somewhere in the neighborhood of 218." "Geez, that puts a real twist on the term 'my old man'. Talk about a generation gap!" "Thinking of your dad, I talked to him while you were out, he's flying in tonight. He should be here around 11:20 this evening." "Oh _joy_!" "Don't worry, It's going to be O.K." he said. "I think we'll both think a little straighter once we get some food in out stomachs. It's been a long day, and it's going to be a little longer. Grab your coat and let's go." Mac put his wallet and keys into his pocket and they grabbed their coats. They got into the elevator and headed downstairs. As they neared the exit of the dojo, they sensed a presence, Mac motioned her back. He put his hand inside his coat, ready to draw if necessary. It wasn't. Within moments Richie walked in. "Hey guys, Just thought I'd drop by and make sure that everything was O.K." MacLeod relaxed. "Everything's fine Rich. We were just leaving for a little early supper." "Yeah, sorry about my little display earlier, I guess I had a low blood sugar level or something." "Hey it's O.K., I understand." Seeing Richie's hopeful expression, Mac decided to bite the bullet and ask him to join them. Richie accepts the invitation. The three of them went outside and got into Mac's car and drove off. ***Part 13, scene 2*** Somewhere over the midwest a plane with Andrew Balfour had just hit some turbulence. * Oh great! It's bad enough that flying makes me nervous, but this takes the cake. * He was impatient to get to Seacouver to be with his daughter and a long flight wasn't helping matters. He had been trying to take his mind off matters by grading papers, but it just wasn't working. With a sigh of disgust he put the paper he was working on back into his satchel, his concentration was shot. The business with Robert Alexander had him tied in knots, it had been a very long time since anyone had come after him. It didn't help matters that Christina had become deeply involved. He had known since the day that Alice and he had brought her home that someday she would have to get involved in the Game, he just wished that it had waited a little longer. He was glad that his friend Duncan was up there to help Christina. He had a feeling that he was going to need a little of it himself as well. Christina was a big girl but she had barely begun to live, it was just too soon. She should have been allowed to live a little more before being thrust into the world of the Immortals. *Oh hell, I was over 35 and I couldn't handle it in the beginning. I just hope she has a better time of it than I did. * Right now his main concern was she going to hold a grudge against him for not letting her in on his secret sooner. She had a real temper and could become very vocal in expressing her anger. He had mixed feelings about the reunion, happy to see her but and nervous because the playing field was totally different. He was going to have to figure out how to redefine their relationship. It could never go back to the family that they'd known for the last 18 years. Somehow or another this would work itself out, these things always had a way of working themselves out. He only hoped that this would too. It was strange this time, he had been the target, but because of Christina, the target had changed. He'd had a number of Immortal friends that had been hunted, some won, others lost.. This time was very different, it was his daughter that someone was coming for. He wasn't going to be able to help her if it came down to that, * Damned rules *. He was going to have to be there for her as a father and as a friend, but he wouldn't or rather, couldn't fight her battles, no matter how much he might want to, he had a few promises to keep on that score. ***Part 13, scene 3*** The three of them, Duncan, Richie, and Chris, were in a family run Mexican restaurant having dinner. They were just finishing off the fajita platter that they had shared. Things had been quiet over dinner, Mac and Richie knew each other pretty well, but with Chris there, they all were a little awkward. After all who wouldn't be around a teenage girl neither knew really well or two guys that you had just met the day before. Inside Chris was butterflies, she still didn't know what to make of the whole situation. She was an Immortal, her dad was an Immortal, and her two dinner companions were Immortals. The whole concept of immortality made her a little giddy, being able to see how the world was going to change, travel and see places that she had once thought that she would only read about. The other part of it was that with the whole battle to the death thing she might not even get to see graduation, or even the next semester. The whole concept of kill or be killed she understood, but she didn't know if she would ever be able to come to terms with it. Sooner or later she would have to or she would end up dead. She wondered just how Duncan was able to deal with it all, he'd been around for quite a while, he'd have to have made some sort of sense of the whole thing by now. And then there was Richie, he wasn't much older than she was, on the surface he seemed to have come to terms with it, but she could tell from what she saw in his eyes that he still wondered, still couldn't believe it. She continued to wonder why things are the way they are , where was the master plan, the sense of it all? Somehow she knew that she would never know the answers, and that it would never really matter. All that mattered right now was dealing with the midnight visitor that she had had. She just sat there and stared out the window watching the people that were walking past. She jumped in her seat, startled by Duncan's voice. ______________________________ Parts 1-12 are on the web page, also a word 6.0 doc of those parts. http://www.vuse.vanderbilt.edu/~copelasa/home.htm Samantha =========================================================================