Date: Mon, 10 Apr 1995 20:51:38 -0700 Reply-To: riodawn@REDSHIFT.COM Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Kelly Gibson Subject: Resurrection-Part 4 Sorry, I know it's been awhile, but I hope you guys still have an interest in the story...Here goes!! With yesterday put behind him, Duncan awakens hoping for a better day. He walks into the kitchen and prepares a pot of coffee. He smiles as he tries to picture Reya in today's society. She would be hell on wheels, he thinks, lauging quietly to himself. Not since her has he met anyone that could hit all of his emotions at once. He could be furious with her and still want to kiss her, touch her. Reya made him feel so alive, so much a part of belonging. Tessa was th only woman who came close to easing the pain of Reya's loss, and now she too is gone. *OK, stop it right there*, he thinks. I am not going to have another day like yesterday. He pours himself a latte and then walks to the closet to dress. He pulls on a pair of jeans and a sweater and then settles in at the counter with his morning's daily dose of caffeine. He smiles as he remembers trying to get Reya *out* of her pants.... Sometime around the late 1800's - San Francisco *Oh my God! Duncan, this city is huge! Why you know I'm a little Irish country girl at heart!* Reya's eyes wiedened in wonder and she smiled like the cat who just ate the canary. She grabs his hand and pulls him faster down the busy streets. She stops in front of a store window to admire a beautiful pink lace dress. *You would look beautiful in the that,* Duncan says hugging her from back. Pulling away from him, she turns smiling, *And just where do you propose I'd keep my sword? I don't see a whole lot of room in there.* *You wouldn't need a sword, I'll always be with you!* Reya makes a sweeping, bowing gesture to Duncan. Raising up, she fans herself like a Southern Belle on a hot Mississippi afternoon and in her best drawl responds, *Why, oh yes, silly me. I have the great Duncan Mcleod to protect me! Why with your big strooooong muscles, you can just scare the bad guys away with one flex of that great big arm!* He laughs, grabbing her into him. *Oh, come, come. Let's buy the dress.* He pinches her nose saying, *Besides, after all the distance we've travelled it will be a nice to see what that face of yours looks like without 5 layers of dust on it! It might be camaflouge for all I know!* Reya arching her brow, *TSSST, camaflouge...Ok but you're buying.* After buying the dress, they register at a hotel in town. As they enter the room, their playful bickering continues. *Really, Duncan. Mr. and Mrs. Mcleod? That's putting the egg before the chicken isn't it?* She throws herself onto the bed. Duncan lays down beside her and looks into her eyes. *Are you propositioning me, Mrs. Macleod?* Reya laughs uproariously as she takes his face into her hands. Her expression grows serious as she moves to kiss him. Duncan is supreised at this. In all their time together, they have never been the least bit intimate. Yet his heart pounds and his body tingles in anticipation. Every part of him wants her. Their lips touch and then open as tongue searches for tongue. If he didn't know better, he would swear he was feeling a Quickening. As he moves his hand to her breast, she pulls away. *I'm sorry Duncan, I can't.* She walks to the window and peers out at the sunset. *What do you mean, you can't? Didn't you feel the same thing I felt just now? Come on Reya, you can't mean that.* He walks over to her and turns her so they're facing. Tears glisten on her cheeks. *Look,* she says, *Let's go get something to eat and I'll tell you the whole morbid story. I'm warning you now, it's an ugly story, and you may not be disappointed things didn't go farhter.* *If that's how you want to do things, fine. Give me an hour to get some suitable clothes.* He begins to walk out the door. In the doorway he turns back towards her. *Reya, a Macleod may be many things but disappointed? Hardly.* To be continued. =========================================================================