Date: Tue, 11 Oct 1994 23:28:26 EDT Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: the dungeon of souls Subject: "Unwelcome Inheritance" Preface/Act I, Part 1 "Unwelcome Inheritance" by Caile Donachaidh Kane Preface/Act I, part 1 comments to _Preface_ I probably should have titled this "Disclaimer" instead of "Preface". At any rate, I want to clear up some things about my tale before starting.To begin with, all of the theories regarding the Quickening are strictly IMHO. Secondly, all of the technicalities regarding dates, languages, and sword craft have been researched to the fullest of *my* ability -- I would appreciate it, however, if anyone notes any blatant errors, would you please point them out? Next, the "heroine"'s name is Shae - pronounced "Shay". Lastly, the action takes place about 6 months after Tessa's death, but before Richie's bout with Mako. I think that's everything. -Caile _Part 1_ Hugh Fitzcairn sat in his library in his modest North London home, smoking and thinking. He chewed his pipestem as he pondered. What should he do? Fitz had a serious problem on his hands, and had no idea what to do about it. Except maybe... He rose and walked out of the library, down the hall to the fencing salon. Standing in front of one wall was a young woman in black fencing clothes. She reached out a gloved hand and selected a sword from the rack. It was a German sabre, plated with gold and silver that flashed in the sun from the sky light. She turned around and smiled at Fitz, sword in hand. She rested the blade on his shoulder, close to his neck. "Up for a match?" He pushed the blade away with the back of his hand. "Shae, I've got to talk to you." "Yes, of course." She put the sabre back on the rack. "What is it?" Fitz wasn't quite sure how to begin. "Shae, darling, there's..." Damn it, Fitz, he told himself, just come out and say it. "There's nothing more I can do for you." Shae bit her lip. "I'm on my own, aren't I? If I didn't have this problem..." Fitz immediately felt like a creep for abandoning her. "Well, even if I can't help you, there *is* someone who probably can. And if he can't help you, no one can." Shae took off her gloves and fingered the sword pendant around her neck. "Well, tell me, who?' "Duncan MacLeod." ********* further parts forthcoming =========================================================================