Date: Tue, 26 Sep 1995 20:53:00 +0100 Reply-To: Sascha Regh Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Sascha Regh Organization: S.Regh Subject: From The Dawn Of Time They Came Part 3.2 Sorry for the split of part 3, I was just to tired to finish it last night. And when this nice opportunity for a break came up I took it. BTW, I don't know whether you actually have to pay cash in the USA when you go to a hospital, but I figured that way she would need no papers. And I hope a rather graphical description further down does not bother you too much. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- FROM THE DAWN OF TIME THEY CAME Part 3.2 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When she came back into the kitchen, Joe looked a bit worried. He made her sit down on a chair and gave her a glass of water and said: "Are you feeling better? Or should I call a doctor?" "No thanks, that is pretty normal. I am better now. Maybe I had too much to eat." And she thanked every god that might be listening that Joe obviously did not know very much about pregnancy. For the time being she would better play along, at least she was safe here from whatever had driven her from her home. A few hours later she was on her way to a big hospital in another part of the town. At least that was where Joe was thinking she was going. She had no intentions whatsoever to go anywhere near a hospital. Instead she went to a bank where accounts could be managed via homebanking and opened an account with a part of the money Joe had given her for the medical check. Maybe she would be able to transfer some money from her New York account to it, so that she could give Joe his money back. Of course, the transfer could be followed, but by that time she would be able to run again at least. She observed the man walking in front of her. His purse stuck in the back pocket of his expensive suit, and it was thick. She decided that she needed a bit of extra money, bumped into him so that they almost tripped over. The man helped her up, she apologised, and disappeared behind the next street corner. There she counted the money. She had no use for the credit cards at the moment, and so she discarded the purse into the next letter box. 'Tough luck, boy' she thought. And then she decided to do some shopping. After all, she would need other clothes rather soon, and a few baby clothes as well. When she came to Joe's place, shopping bags in her hand, Joe looked suspiciously at them. "Did some shopping." "Yes, obviously. But actually the money was intended for the hospital." "Oh, that! Well, I found a purse." "Found it?" "Yeah, in a fools back pocket." She smiled. Joe turned his eyes heavenward and said "There was no need for that. If you need clothes, I could have given you the money." She replied "I did not know you were a millionaire. And you need not worry, I would never take anything from you!" "That is not what I am worried about! Isis, really. So, what did the doctor say?" "He said I am doing fine, and that it will be still a few days. Nothing to worry about." Again she smiled that charming smile, and Joe just looked at her and smiled back, despite the fact that a moment ago there were a lot of things he had wanted to say to her and - especially - ask her. Maybe it was good he never got around to ask her, since he would not have gotten any answers anyway. None with a hint of truth in them at least. An hour later he had left to open the bar, somewhat reluctantly, but when he had offered to call Duncan to stay with her, she had refused that vehemently, claiming that she wanted just some rest after the shopping trip. Isis was sitting comfortably in a chair when she felt a familiar dragging pain in her belly. 'Hey, I am lucky', she thought. 'This will be over before Joe is back.' Another few hours later Joe was walking home. He had closed a bit earlier than usual, worried about Isis. His thoughts were with the mysterious woman in his flat, and again he asked himself why he had helped her as much as he did, and what her connection with the stranger - Yamo - was. Why had she come to him? Surely she had other friends? Surely Yamo could have sent her to some other friends of his. Where had she come from, and why had she arrived with nothing but a few dollars in her pocket - oh yes, and a library card. Why had she been so reluctant to meet Duncan? Did she know him? And who was after her? Tomorrow he would ask her, and he would not be put of by this charming smile of her! When he opened the door, he heard a groan, and he almost ran into the living room. There Isis was kneeling nakedly over a few towels she had put over a plastic bag. More towels and a bowl of water were next to her. Blood trickled down between her legs. She looked up and said "Hi Joe, you are early. Oh ****, that hurts!" She groaned again. Joe headed towards the telephone. She shouted "Put that bloody receiver down!" "You need a doctor!" "What for, this is not my first one. Now put that receiver down or I will have to get up!" Perfectly stunned by that outbreak Joe put the receiver down. He somehow had a feeling that she would really have tried to get up had he tried to call a doctor. But he almost grabbed the receiver again when Isis almost fell over and screamed. He looked at her, but she actually smiled. A lot of blood was running between her legs now, but there was something else between her legs. The head. He stared fascinatedly. Another few groans, and the child landed safely on the towels beneath her. It moved a bit, and Isis bent down to pick the slippery bundle up. Now there was a *lot* of blood between her legs, too, but she hardly noticed, and neither did Joe. He turned a bit pale when he saw what she did next: She brought the babies mouth next to hers, and then she sucked the slime out of the baby's mouth and spit it out to free its mouth so that it could breathe. Then she held it by its legs and gave it a slight smack on its back, and a tiny little scream showed that a new live had arrived on earth. Joe swallowed hard, then he handled her a towel she was pointing to, and she wrapped the baby into it. The afterbirth came, and with it even more blood. She cut the umbilical cord, and only then they noticed the flood of blood. "Ops", she said. Joe's reaction was more specific. For a third time he turned towards the phone, and again she stopped him. And only then it dawned to him - the woman that had just born that tiny bundle she was cleaning up now, the woman who did not seem to care that she lost a lot of blood, the woman that refused so vigorously to see a doctor - that woman was an immortal. And like through a mist he heard her say "I hope you can keep your mouth shut, watcher." *S.Regh@puti.dinoco.de* ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## =========================================================================