Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 02:50:00 +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 8.1 Once again a split part. It is 2.30 am, and I am too tired to write on. The rest will follow tomorrow (I hope). ----------- I am not 200% sure that an Anch sign is indeed called an anch sign in English. What I mean is the ancient Egyptian sign for life, looks like a cross with an o instead of the top beam. I am also not sure whether the pieces of cloth where you carry babies in are really 'scarf's. But you know what I mean. Should I be wrong, please mail me the correct expressions. ---------- And now for something completely different: Does anybody have a pic of Methos they could mail me? I have not managed to dig one up on the net, and since everybody is talking about him I'd like to know what he looks like. If I have to wait for German TV showing it, I'll have to wait for another year - if I am lucky. ---------- I just can't decide on a name for the baby. Anybody any suggestions? Don't forget, it is a She. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FROM THE DAWN OF TIME THEY CAME Part 8 New York Yamo woke up in the morning and felt miserable and guilty. Guilty because he had known the Shadow was around and still stayed with Jerry. He wondered how the Shadow had managed to follow him without being noticed, but then the Shadow had always found a way before. But now he had some other things to do. First he went into a public toilet and changes clothes and shaved. Then he decided to change his style again. If they were looking for him, then changing clothes would be a good idea. The best thing would be if he hid in the public eye. He went shopping again. A few hours later a gentlemen in a grey business suit and with expensive luggage checked in at a big and expensive hotel. His suitcase though was not filled with business papers, but with all newspapers he could get hold on. When he was safely set in his room (that at least was somewhat more tastefully furnished than the last one), he started reading the papers. Thanks god another senator had been accused of sexual harassment the previous day, and so even this gruesome murder had not made the front page. He found the story somewhere in the middle of the papers. There were (not very accurate) descriptions of the findings, pictures of the Shadow's sign on the wall everywhere, and a call for witnesses, especially for a special young man that had lately been seen with the victim. But either the neighbour that had given the description was half blind, or she really thought him innocent. Neither was his hair light brown, nor his eyes. And certainly he was not 6 feet tall. 'Thin' did not fit either. Maybe he should send the girl some roses. Then again, maybe not. He continued checking the papers. In another one he found a drawing, and for a moment he thought he finally had a picture of the Shadow, until he saw that was supposed to be him. 'Ouch', he thought, 'I don't look that bad.' And indeed he did not. Suddenly he stopped short. There was another picture - another drawing drawn with blood, this time on a writing pad. He had not seen it when he was there, and now he cursed himself as he tried to identify it. Something like a pointed capital M, placed on something like this: __M___ / \ and an Anch sign. It had to be the Shadow who had drawn it, but why? The anch was an ancient Egyptian sign, and why did the Shadow use it? His origins were the far east, and why would he use a sing for life? That was hardly something that symbolised him. Again he wished he had more than a bad photo, but that was too late now. Aside from that, there was nothing of interest in the papers, and so he switched his laptop on, connected it to the phone and sent a message to Isis, stating that he was safe and as well as could be expected; and where he could be reached. Then he called the guy who was preparing papers for him and was glad to hear they were ready. He went downstairs to the restaurant to have a late breakfast even if he was not hungry. It would be of no use to anybody if he'd collapse because he had not eaten. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Seattle Joe and Isis were sitting at the breakfast table. Both were looking quite bad, as people look when having worked and talked all night. They had checked the records, and Joe had made a few phone calls, but unfortunately the Watchers had lost track of Connor MacLeod after he had seen Duncan a few years ago. After that, he had disappeared. Joe wanted to ask Duncan, he might know something, but Isis vehemently disagreed. How to make it plausible to Duncan why they needed the information without telling the story? And that was exactly what she had - for good reasons - avoided for the last 4000 years. And she did not think that Duncan was stupid enough not to realise there was a bit more to it than what Joe wanted to tell him - not after all Joe had told her about his friend. They did not come to any solution. Isis looked at the baby that was having breakfast, too, sniffed, and got up to change its nappies. The baby was not pleased to have its meal interrupted and made that very clear. Joe once more thought about how to get any information that would be useful. Isis came back and said: "Listen, I'll go for a walk. I have to think. I'll be back in an hour. The baby sleeps, let her have a nap." Joe looked a bit uncertain and said "Should you not take her with you?" "Joe, she has fresh nappies, had breakfast, is fast asleep and does not even have teeth to bite. Heavens, why are you that uncertain with babies? She's not breakable, you know. I'll be back in an hour." An hour later Joe sat in his chair in the living room and was fast asleep when the doorbell rang. He opened the door to find Duncan outside. "Hi Joe, just came along." "The baby is in the bedroom and having a nap." Joe knew his friend. "And her mother, where is she? She should be with the baby, not being out every time I come in." And with this decided statement he went into the bedroom to pick up the baby. Joe thought that the whole situation started to become a bit complicated. "Joe, I need some new rompers, those are wet!" it sounded out of the bedroom. "I don't know where they are, possibly there are no clean ones left, we did not have very many." He went into the bedroom. Duncan was rummaging through the drawers. He pulled out some and said: "These are too big, but I can't find any others. Listen, I'll put those on, and then the two of us will go and buy some new ones." "Duncan, that's very kind of you, but I don't feel like a walk now." "Who's talking about you. The lady and I will make a shopping trip. What do you think, sweaty, in the mood for a walk with Uncle Duncan?" He took the scarf for carrying the baby, put it around him and put the baby into it. "I'll be back in an hour." And he was out of the door. Joe scratched his head and just wondered what he would tell Isis when she came home. Isis had picked up the money Yamo had sent her, made another call and heard that her papers were ready, picked up the sword she had made a deposit on yesterday, brought some rompers and other baby clothes and went home. Suddenly she felt a quickening. Duncan MacLeod. Either she avoided the other immortal now. That was certainly the best, under the given circumstances. Or she had a look at him. Yamo had called him a pompous idiot (among a lot of other things) but Joe trusted him. Well, she'd judge herself. After all, a man that could change nappies could be useful. When she saw Duncan he was looking around cautiously. He had felt the quickening, too. At the very moment he saw her she saw the baby. And as Joe only a short time ago, she thought that things were starting to become a bit complicated. She decided on a rather old-fashioned tactic. She set up her most charming smile and walked towards the Highlander. Duncan had not expected to see what he saw now. The woman with the dazzling smile that walked towards him was - errr, nice. This pair of jeans fitted well, and even the loose shirt did not hide her good figure. A bit confused he thought that the shirt looked vaguely familiar. Then she had reached him. "Hello. Do I have a green spot on my nose? Or is anything wrong?" "Oh, no, nothing. Err, my name is Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod." "My name is Isis. And who is this?" As if she did not know. *S.Regh@puti.dinoco.de* ## CrossPoint v3.1 ## =========================================================================