Date: Sat, 3 Feb 1996 13:51:23 -0600 Reply-To: JASON R TIPPITT Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: JASON R TIPPITT Subject: "Faith Hope and Love" (HL/Picket Fences) 1 of ??? RESEND Sorry about the second posting, the first got screwed up en route and ended up in MIME format. This should be okay, though. ======= "Faith Hope Love" A Highlander/Picket Fences Crossover by Jason R. Tippitt Part 1 ======= There was a cracking of thunder, the sound of a trumpet blowing, then darkness and a swirling of voices. The voices got to him the most. He wanted to tell them he was okay, but he couldn't. They talked about brain damage, and he wanted to tell them he was thinking as clearly as ever, but his mouth wouldn't move, the words wouldn't come out. Henry praying over him, praying to God to take him home. At least the festival went on as planned. Though Wambaugh probably tried to steal the show. Then the voices retreated. It seemed like an eternity. He floated in between Heaven and earth in the darkness, crying in his soul to be brought to the light. But the light pushed him away. He awoke, not in the hospital, but in the morgue. Carter Pike was standing over him. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Father Barrett." "What? That boy shot me--" "In the confession booth, I know. There's no time to explain now." The short, chubby man pulled out a needle. "You've got to go back under. Just long enough for the funeral." The coroner pushed the needle into the priest's arm. Cold washed over Barrett for the second time. At least this time was quieter. ======= Rome, Wisconsin was a nice town, Gregor thought. It seemed quiet, the kind of place he could blend in for a couple of decades to put his head back together. Duncan had recommended the town to him -- he'd passed through here shortly after World War II and spent some time doing exactly the same thing. Right now Gregor was content to just walk along the streets of downtown Rome, basking in the Americana. The people smiled and nodded their heads as he passed, not afraid to make eye contact. He'd been here only a week, but he was in love with it. They even had picket fences. He thought they were an extinct species. Gregor's heart jumped into his throat when he saw a little blonde girl with her hair in pigtails run in front of an oncoming gasoline truck. Yelling would do no good, she'd just panic. So he leapt after her, pushing her out of the way. The truck smacked into Gregor at way too high a speed for a town road, throwing him ten feet into the air. He smashed through the window of a small grocery, knocking an old woman's grocery cart to its side. As his consciousness faded, he smelled buttermilk pouring from a crushed paper carton. He mumbled the first words that came to his mind. "I'm a Christian Scientist, damn it. Don't call an ambul--" ======= Yup, I'm a tease. :) More coming tomorrow. And for those who've read my HL/Batman stuff, there's more coming soon, I promise. --Jason jasrtipp@mars.utm.edu http://mars.utm.edu/~jasrtipp/jason.html =========================================================================