Date: Fri, 29 Sep 1995 22:35:00 +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 5 Right, here's part 5. Keep sending comments and corrections. Also some people mailed me and said they missed part 1. If there are more, I will repost it. ---- Sorry for the delay, I had to reconstruct some of the original scheme - as I said, making a story up in your head and writing it down are two *very* different things. So a bit of a writers block, but it seems is has begun to crumble. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- FROM THE DAWN OF TIME THEY CAME Part 5 New York Yamo stood in front of a house that once had housed an antique store. Now a sign said: For Sale. He wrote down the number, but he did not put much hope into questioning the real-estate dealer. If that MacLeod was any good, he could forget that trail. When he came out of the real-estate dealers office, he was not much wiser than before. All he had was a name: Rachel Hunter. No matter to what Connor MacLeod had changed his name, it was certainly not Rachel. On the other hand, if he was anything like his clansman, he would hardly have any trouble to find a woman who would do some business for him. Right, so the next trail was Rachel Hunter. He checked the phone book, but there were a few 'Rachel Hunter's listed, and even more with just 'Hunter'. Well, he'd have to check them all. Again he cursed himself for having stayed out of the game for so long. There had to be a more efficient ways of doing that. Retreating to the Himalayas and meditating was certainly a good thing - but not for almost 50 years. But he had been so tired. He wished Isis had never taught him how to reach out for and handle the powers. He had not been a very good pupil, not like their younger son, but it had been more than enough to make accessible concrete memories of those whose quickening he had taken. And not only accessible, but he could not ban them from his mind, either. Sometimes the pictures just took over. And the last quickening he had taken had been those of an immortal who had become an SS man in Auschwitz. It had taken him a long time to make sure he did not become insane by them. He had needed that break, no matter with how much he had to catch up now. Ah, that was past now, so he went on with the hunt for Rachel Hunter. Hours later, with no success at all, he went to the bookstore to pick up Jeremiah. At least something to look forward to. The young mortal had no idea who his latest boyfriend was really, but he liked him, despite his somewhat mysterious past and his obvious unfamiliarity with they ways of modern life. Jeremiah really considered it quite cruel of parents to take their child to some remote spot somewhere in India and then let the child grow up there without any knowledge of the outside world. Now that they were dead poor Yamo had decided to see the country of his origins, but there were so many things he had no clue about. Well, Jeremiah was happy to help him - after all, backwardish or not, he was a nice guy. Not to mentions this body - seemed Yoga and martial arts *did* keep you in shape. After a most delicious meal in a nice, quiet and very expensive restaurant they sat in front of the computer, and Jeremiah tried to teach his friend a few more things about the secrets of this machine. "Jerry, I sent this letter - sorry, e-mail, two days ago now. You said I could have an instant reply. I don't call that 'instant'." "Yamo! You *can* have an instant reply. But if the other one does not answer, well, then you don't have a reply. Maybe your friend does not want to answer." "No, that is not very likely." "Then maybe she does not have access to a computer at the moment." "Yes, I hope it is just that. Jerry, computers aside, how do I find somebody of whom I just have a name? A friend of my parents, you see?" "Why computers aside? There are a lot of databases on the Net, legal ones and illegal ones." "Spell 'illegal'." Jerry grinned. For someone whose parents had fled the world to live a simpler and better life Yamo's morals were quite - flexible. "Right, let's go to work then." * * * * * * * * * * * The next morning when Jerry went to work Yamo stayed at home. Provided with a list of addresses and access codes he started looking for Rachel Hunter again. He skipped lunch, and his wrists started to ache. He continued typing. Then he thought about checking whether Isis had finally replied. He let of a cry of relief when he found a reply. 'Yamo, I am fine. Listen, this CI$ has a so-called CB area, where we can actually talk. Well, over the keyboard, but at least that. I'll be there at 4 pm. Isis' Until 4 o'clock he had found some traces that seemed promising. Then he started looking for the CB area where Isis was waiting for him. Isis: Hey, found you. Do you see that, can you reply? Yamo: Err, don't know. Does that arrive? Isis: Yes, I see it, now we can talk. Yamo: I thought I would never hear from you again. Where are you? Isis: Wishful thinking, my dear, wishful thinking. I am with Joe. Yamo: Joe??? He is a watcher - are you out of your mind. What if he finds out? Isis: He knows. I never wanted him to know, but he came in when I was actually giving birth. And then the bleeding stopped very quickly. Tough luck. But I think you are right, he is trustworthy. Yamo: Oh great. What if he isn't. I mean, I hardly know him after all. Isis: Where should I have gone? I had to leave New York, and I have never been outside New York. Not in this century at least. And the Shadow was close, I could feel him. Hell, I arrived here with a few dollars in my pocket and a library card. That might not have been a very good choice, but it was the only one I had. Yamo: Just a moment, did you say 'when I was giving birth'? Isis: Yes, it's there. A girl. Maybe I should name her Cleoparta. Yamo: Sure, feel free - if you don't want me to speak to you for the next few centuries. How about some less beasty name patron - Lucretia, like in Borgia, for example? Isis: Yamo, never mind, I was just joking. Have you found any traces of Connor MacLeod? And is the Shadow still around? Have you seen him? Yamo: Neither - nor. The Shadow is still here in New York, but I have not seen him, so we don't know what he looks like this time. And MacLeod, I do have a vague trace, but not much yet. Isis: Yamo, you have to find him, before the Shadow does! Yamo: Tell me. I'd have never guessed. I am trying, but try to find a man that does not want to be found when you still have to find your own way around. Isis: For someone who does not know his way around you are quite good. Yamo: Thanks, my dear. Natural genius, I presume. Isis, when you are with Joe, can't you find out anything? Isis: Joe? He does not even let me use his computer - I had to borrow some money from him to buy this one. Yamo: It is not as if I didn't understand him...... Do you need money? Isis: Oh, I do get his point as well. Yes, actually I do. Yamo: I'll send some. Poste Restante, to Cleoparta MacLeod? Isis: Some day, some day I swear I will take your head! Yamo: Tomorrow, same time, same place? Isis: Tomorrow, same time, same place. Take care - and don't loose your head! Yamo did make a few phonecalls that yielded nothing. He prepared a letter to Isis with some money, and then he decided that it was time to go and pick up Jerry. He brought a bundle of red roses on the way and was more than pleased to see Jerry actually blush. "Hey, I never got red roses before!" "What kind of boyfriends you had before?!? Live with it, occasionally I do have romantic lapses." Yamo grinned and then continued: "Hey, before we go home I have to post a letter to Seattle. My friend called today. And then we will celebrate that!" *S.Regh@puti.dinoco.de* ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## ## CrossPoint v3.1 ## =========================================================================