Date: Sat, 30 Sep 1995 22:32:00 +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 6 Here's Part 6 -------------------------------------------------------------------- FROM THE DAWN OF TIME THEY CAME Part 6 Seattle Joe and Isis were having breakfast when Isis asked him: "Joe, could you mind the baby today for a few hours?" "Sure. But don't take too long, I am not sure whether I can prepare the bottle properly." "And I thought you were a bar keeper." Isis smiled at him. Joe smiled back, once again captivated by her charm. Then he said: "Say, how did you come by your name. I mean, Isis is an Egyptian mother goddess. And you may be a mother, but I always imagined a mother goddess - well, somewhat different." Isis asked: "Like what? Fat, breasts hanging down to the waist, like these old stone statures?" "Well, these were ancient images of mother goddesses, weren't they?" "As far as I know they were - but these were no images of me!" Joe sat silently for a moment. Then he said: "Would you mind explaining this 'me'?" "Well, I am Isis. Ah, Joe, these were the days..... All the old bunch around - Me, Osiris, Seth, later Yamo came.... The world was young and so were we." "Are you trying to tell me that you actually were a goddess. Or how am I supposed to understand this? And Yamo - he is *that* old?" "Well, he is certainly a lot younger than I am, but that does not really amount to much, does it. And if you want dates - I can't give you any. We did count the month with the moon, but what need was there to count more than a few years - every year was the same. After the curse I wandered aimlessly for - I don't know how long. You see, today I can figure out a lot of things, for example the thing with being fertile. But back then I was just alone and frightened. I stayed here and there; whenever people became suspicious I left. Then I met Osiris, my first mate. He was also the first immortal I met. You can't imagine how frightened I was when I felt the quickening the first time. It felt like the powers, but I had not called them since the curse." "But wasn't he your son, then? Or could he have been the Kurgan's son?" "I have no idea. I suppose my brother was fertile as well, but I never found out. I am sure he never found out either, because that would have meant staying at one place for several month or having something like a steady relation to someone. Which he, as far as I know, never did. But Osiris could not have been my son, possible my I-don't-know-how-many-great- grandson. As I said, I wandered a very long time, and I did not know his people. We stayed together for a very long time, until......." "What is it?" "Someone. An immortal. It is not...." "Not what?" "Whoever it is, they are coming near. Presumably your friend Duncan. Mind the baby, I'll be back." And with these words she was up, grabbed her jacket and was out of the door at an amazing speed. If it was Duncan, then his friend had developed an amazing timing lately. It was indeed Duncan who stood a few minutes later in the door. Just when Joe opened the door to tell his friend that he could not come inside the baby started to cry. Duncan looked very surprised. "Hi Joe. Does that sound like a baby???" and he went inside, so that Joe just could close the door behind him. Now that situation required some creative thinking - quickly. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * New York Yamo continued checking addresses. So far he had found a Rachel Hunter who was a college student; she was very pleased to help him, but had never heard of any MacLeod, a woman with eight children who wrought the promise out of him to come to a church service on next Sunday, in a hospital a Rachel Hunter had just been release dying from cancer and some more trails that had proved fruitless. He decided to make a trip to Jersey to check some more addresses. He called at the bookstore and told Jerry that he'd be later at home. He shouldered his bag which now contained not only a sword, but also a big bundle of money and a laptop, and set off. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Seattle "You know, that is the child of... the daughter of a watcher's daughter, you know, her mother died a few years ago, and I promised to take care of the daughter, and a few days ago she stood in my door, labour pains had set in already, and not a penny in her pocket..." "Joe, calm down. I am no policeman investigating. - Oh but she is cute. Dadadada, come to Uncle Duncan..." and Duncan picked the baby up who just opened her eyes, decided it was OK and continued to sleep. Joe was more than relieved that Duncan's fondness of the baby kept him from asking further questions. The phone rang, and he answered. "Was that Duncan?" a voice asked. "Hello, oh, err, Mary?" Between a fit of giggles from the other end of the line Isis said: "Oh Joe! There may be a similarity of images, but do I look like the virgin queen of heaven to you?" "Not really, sorry, yes, it was him. You're OK?" "I am fine, I have to get a few things done, keep an eye on the baby." And with these words she hung up. Joe turned to his friend who said: "She need fresh nappies." "It is all in the bathroom - I am sure you are better with this than I am." Meanwhile Isis made a phone call to New York to a man that was really good with documents of all kind and ordered new papers. She went into a photo shop to have a few pictures taken for them. Then she filled up her purse with the contents of some other people's. They all looked as if they could afford the loss. Then she checked the Yellow Pages for 'Weapons'. She needed a sword, and even if those you could buy from the shops were not exactly perfect, they were better than nothing. It was time to take up practising again. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It was late, and Yamo was on his way home, or rather Jerry's home. He definitely preferred it to his hotel room, which was tastefully furnished with everything a cheap flea market had to offer, not to mention a mainly orange coloured flowered wallpaper and pink curtains. He had had no luck finding this woman until now, and he just hoped that maybe Isis was after all able to get something out of Joe. He was also a bit worried that he had not felt the Shadow for two days now. Not that he missed him, but then at least he would know where the agent of chaos was. He almost wished the Shadow would turn up, and he could catch a glimpse on him - he had not even an idea what he looked like this time. On the other hand, as long as he did come nowhere near Seattle and nowhere near Connor, he could not be far enough from Yamo. He brought another bundle of red roses for Jerry, and decided he would do the cooking tonight, so that they had a bit more time for themselves. So he went to a supermarket and tried to decide behind which of these colourful packings food he knew was hidden. He took some chances, paid and went towards the flat. He met a neighbour of Jerry's in the hall and said "Hello!". The girl said: "Hi, helping Jerry to clean up?" "Why?" "Well, about an hour or so it sounded as if he was rearranging the furniture. Maybe he just brought a new bed." She smiled and went away, and Yamo went upstairs. Two minutes later he knew that Jerry had not rearranged the furniture. Jerry would never rearrange the furniture again. What was left of him lay on the bed in a mass of blood, or at least most of it. The rest was spread over the carpet and the wall. On the wall, painted with Jerry's blood, was a strange sign. The sign of the Shadow. *S.Regh@puti.dinoco.de* ## CrossPoint v3.1 ## =========================================================================