Date: Tue, 12 Apr 1994 17:54:29 CDT Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Heather Hirshorn Subject: For the Love of Devon (Pt.5) ************* For the Love of Devon Part 5 *************** Connor and Devon were mostly silent on the long flight to Edinburg. Neither one really knew what to say to the other, so each was lost in private thoughts. Every once in a while, Connor snuck a look at Devon's profile, still in awe of its strength and of its resemblance to his own. Feeling the weight of his gaze, Devon turned her head and caught Connor's eye. He looked away quickly, embarrassed to be caught staring. Devon allowed herself a small smile. Determined not to watch her again, he closed his eyes and drifted into an uneasy slumber. Connor breathed deeply, then knocked on the door. After a moment, it opened and a tiny, blond woman looked up at him inquiringly. "Mrs. Rothschild?" "Yes?" "My name is Connor MacLeod and I wondered if I could have a moment of your time? " "Well. . . I don't think we need whatever you're selling, so if you'll excuse me. . ." she began to shut the door. "It's about your daughter. Devon Rothschild." The woman stopped. She remained motionless for a second, then slowly lifted bright, green eyes to Connor's face. "If this is some kind of sick prank, so help me God. . ." Connor jumped in quickly. "I assure you, this is no prank. But I would prefer to discuss this inside." Mrs. Rothschild hesitated. Then she reached forward with a shaking hand and pushed open the screen door. "Come in." "Please , have a seat." Connor sat on the comfortable, rust colored couch, easing his legs under the marble table in front of him. He took a quick peek at the small, but homey living room. He knew from his check that the Rothschilds made a modest but decent living, but had exhausted their savings in their attempts to find their missing daughter. "Now, please explain what you could possibly have to tell me about Devon. They found her. . .body yesterday, and someone confessed to the murder, so I'm not sure what new facts you have to share." "I want to start by expressing my deepest sympathies at your loss. I know what it is like to lose a loved one. I myself have been searching for my daughter for many years now. Last week, I found her. She was aimlessly wandering the streets, she has no memory of who she is. Under ordinary circumstances, one could simply take her to a doctor and allow him to treat her, and of course reveal her identity. However, she is special. It would be very difficult to refresh her memories and more difficult even to try to explain them to a doctor." Mrs. Rothschild interupted. "Mr. MacLeod, I'm not sure where I fit in with this story." "I might have a way to help you deal with your pain by asking you to give your daughter's identity to mine." Mrs. Rothschild just stared at Connor, stunned. "That's preposterous! How dare you come into my house and spout this nonsense. . ." She couldn't go on. Tears slid from her eyes and she whispered, "Get out now, before I call the police." Connor rose. He dropped his business card on the table. "If you change your mind, you may call me at any time. My suggestion wasn't meant to hurt you. I'm sorry." He left, closing the door quietly behind him. Eileen Rothschild took a second to compose herself. She wanted to dismiss the idea out of hand, but the sincerity of the man tugged at her. She bit her lip and reached down to take the card. She blinked to clear her vision made blurry by tears and her sight fell on a portrait of her daughter. "Oh Devon, could I really do this? You could continue to live. . ." She looked at the card once more and slipped it into her pocket. Connor was awakened by a tug on his jacket. "Connor, the plane is landing." He smiled at his daughter and covered her hand with his own. She gasped and pulled her hand away as if burned. "I'm sorry," she said, immediately contrite. "That's alright. I guess we should get ready to disembark." Connor looked out the window again, unwilling to let Devon see how much her rejection affected him. But Devon knew. Once off the plane, Devon spoke. "Connor, is there anyone meeting us here? I mean, do you have any . . . um. . .I mean. . ." "Yes, I do have someone meeting us here, two people actually. An old friend and kinsman of mine, Duncan MacLeod, and my wife, Brenda." "Your wife? Is she my mother?" "No. I think we should wait to talk about your heritage until we have more time. And I have more energy." Suddenly, Connor stopped, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Connor?" Devon turned to search for the source of the new voice. "Brenda, Duncan!" Connor saw them immediately. Devon finally felt the buzz that signaled the arrival of a new immortal. How she knew what the feeling meant, she had no idea. She hurried to catch up with Connor who had run ahead. She watched him lift a tall, pretty woman into his arms and kiss with a passionate intensity. Her gaze was drawn immediately to the man at the woman's (who must be Brenda) side. She almost stopped breathing. Oh heavens, he was beautiful. From his long, black hair to his chocolate brown eyes to his muscled body, he was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. When their eyes met, she thought that she could see the electricity flash between them. "Och, Brenda, it's good to see you." Brenda gazed into her husband's eyes. "The feeling is quite mutual I assure you." Connor held his wife's stare for another second, then beckoned Devon closer. "Brenda, Duncan, this is Devon Rothschild. My daughter." Devon stepped forward shyly. "It's nice to meet you both." She tried not to look at Duncan, afraid of the feelings he roused in her. Brenda clasped Devon's hand in hers. "Devon, I have waited so long to meet you. Connor has told us a little about you, but not nearly enough." Duncan then took her hand in a firm grip and Devon was forced to meet his eyes. "Devon, welcome," he said simply. Connor wondered at the tension between the two. "Well, we should probably get the baggage. It's late and I'm anxious to get home." "Me too," Devon and Brenda said at the same time. Devon's mouth snapped shut in surprise, she didn't know where those words had come from. "Well, yes," Duncan said. "Let's go, shall we." He placed his hand in the small of Devon's back and led the way towards her future. End of Part 5 =========================================================================