========================================================================= Date: Sat, 27 Apr 1996 00:24:43 -1000 Reply-To: kevinm@PIXI.COM Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Kevin Matsumoto Subject: XOVER: Companionship a FK/HL Crossover pt 4.1/? REPOST! The reason I am reposting this part is that I accidently sent an earlier draft of the story. Also it seems like some of the words got cut when I pasted it the first time... OH well try again. Author's notes: Ok well, the inspiration for this story (or the blame for giving me the idea :>) can go to Perri Smith for her excellent (IMHO) stories "What's Past is Prologue and House of the Rising Sun" which go me thinking _Why_ would a Vampire and an Immortal stay together? Especially when each tends to drift apart from their own kind easily enough. Also to the writers of the Niamh series, The Forever Not story Revelations (The original inspiration for part of this story.). Disclaimer: Nicholas Knight, Natalie Lambert and Company belong James Parriot and I guess now The SciFi Channel. Highlander and everything that goes with it belong to Rysher and USA Network. Felcia Maddox, Spiderman belong to Marvel (No they are not really in the story but you'll see ) Aaron Grey and Theresa Ryan and this story are mine. No copyright infringement intended. Companionship by Kevin Matsumoto kevinm@pixi.com A Highlander/Forever Knight Crossover story Chapter 4 Metro Station Later that evening Nick had just gotten back from the local college. The professor of history there had been only slightly less helpful than Takata. He confirmed that the blade was most probably made in the late 10th or early 11th century A.D. and was made in singularly unique manner. But had been unable to tell where it was made. After leaving the blade in the evidence room. Nick returned to his desk where a excited Tracy Vetter had just gotten off the phone. "C'mon, Nick, we have to get moving. There's been another body found." Nodding, Nick simply turned around and followed Tracy to his car. "Where were you anyway?" Tracy asked curiously "Trying to track down where this sword may have come from." "Any luck?" "Aside from the probable date that the sword was made and a general height profile of the original owner, not much." Tracy heard Nick's discouraged tone and said "That's more than we had before." Nick managed a short laughing remark "That's what I told my friend." Abandoned Factory. Nick and Tracy entered the dark factory. They headed towards the body on the walkway. One of the uniformed officers saw them and waved them over. "We found her purse on the floor near the stairs. Her ID says that she is a French National by the name of Felecia Maddox" "Felicia Maddox?" Nick puzzled, "Why does that name sound familiar?" Tracy snickered "Ever read the comic, Spiderman...Nick?" "Maybe, why?" "Because Felicia Maddox is the name of a recurring character in the comic. She also goes by the Alias the _Black Cat_" "Great" the sarcasm in Nick's voice was nearly visible "Now we have a dead _superhero_ to contend with." Tracy smiled "Five'll get you Ten it's a alias" "No bets..." The officer who had been standing by throughout the conversation said. "We also found a sword on the ground below the catwalk." "Maybe this one is the murder weapon." Tracy muttered. Nick walked over to the sword "Not likely Trace" "Oh..." Tracy followed him over "Why no...." Her voice trailed off as she saw the hand still clutching the bloody blade. Then she startled Nick by smiling. "What??" Nick asked. "We might have more to go on than a general physical description now." Nick could hear her voice fill with triumph. He followed her eyes and saw what she had seen. The hilt of the blade was clear of blood, indicating that the severed wrist had not poured blood down the blade. But the blade itself was streaked with blood. Enough to indicate that whoever had been cut was hurt badly. Nick turned to one of the uniformed officers. "I want every hospital in town to notify us if someone comes in with any suspicious lacerations." The officer nodded and went to call it in on his car radio. "You do realize, Nick? That the killer might not go to a hospital." "I know Trace, but this streak is long and covers the whole blade. If he doesn't get to a hospital, chances are he isn't going to make it." Tracy nodded, together the two of them began the long process gathering and recording what evidence they had. Coroner's Office Natalie Lambert finished her preliminary autopsy and turned to a waiting Nick. "Well?" Nick asked impatiently. Natalie shrugged "Death was due to decapitation, probably by the same weapon used in the previous murder, or something very similar anyway." Nick rolled his eyes upwards. "I _already_ knew that..." "Ok, Ok" Natalie said with a smile "Just teasing a little" "The sword you brought in, of course, wasn't the murder weapon. The victim had type A blood and the blood on the weapon was O-" "So the blood belongs to the killer." Natalie shrugged "It's a possibility, I'm going to have a sample of the blood run thru a DNA test for more information. With any luck we might get a break." Nick began to walk out. Just before he left the room, he turned around. "Thanks Nat." Natalie sighed "You really want to thank me. Do me one favor" "Sure, whatever you ask." "Find this guy before he does this again." Nick nodded and continued out the door. Nick's desk. Metro station. Nick could hear Capt. Reese bellowing thru the glass walls of the Captain's office. With the volume that Reese was using he certainly didn't need his vampire senses to know the Captain was mad at something. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST THE SWORD!!!!!" Reese's bellow hit a new high. At those words Nick almost flew, literally, into the Captain's office. He got there just in time to hear the Captain chewing out the person on the other end. "I don't care what your people say, A three foot long razor sharp piece of steel doesn't just vanish into thin air... your people had better find it or heads will roll." Nick watched Captain Reese wince when he realized what he had said. "Knight, you're not going to believe this." "Lemme guess, somehow the longsword I put into the evidence room has turned up missing." "You heard that huh?" Reese looked a little chagrined. "Captain, I think the people in Calgary heard that part." Reese again began to build up steam. "The _Only_ material piece of evidence we have in this case and of course it just has to vanish." He put his head into his hands. "Actually, Captain..." Nick handed over the final paperwork on the latest killing "Not the only evidence" The Captain went over the report and smiled "That makes me feel a little better. "Then he got the point where Nick had put down his theory on why the murders had been commited. "A _swordfight_? Nick, I refuse to believe that two grown people fought to the death using swords. This is Toronto, Not Camelot." "It fits the facts, Captain. In each case the victim was found decapitated. Found next to them was a sword, forensics confirms that the sword's were not the murder weapons. In one case the victim's hand was still around the sword. From the damage to the walkway around the victim, we determined that at least one person up there was swinging a sword and missed. What else can we think?" Reese almost growled "I don't know may this is one really wacko serial killer and I want him off our streets. Do you think you can manage that!?" Nick nodded "We're a lot closer than we were 3 night's ago. I just wish someone hadn't needed to die to furnish us with this evidence." Reese sighed "I know, It still bothers me, the kind of things some people can do to another." Nick nodded again and left the office. A roomy home somewhere in Toronto. Early morning Aaron woke up after an exhausted sleep. Then turned to make sure the drapes were still closed tight and then rolled out of bed. As he stretched, he looked around the room. Theresa was not in bed. The last thing he remembered was Terry actually tucking him into bed. Just before he dropped of to sleep he vaguely recalled that she had said she was going out for a while. Quickly he went out into the den. He knew that she was probably just working on her latest book. But he couldn't help worrying about her. The logical part of his mind told him. The slightly frightened emotional side replied. The breath he had been holding came out in a rush of relief as he saw her sitting in the darkened den, typing away at the computer she used to finalize her novels. Then he noticed the sword sitting in the corner, _his_ sword. "How did you... Never mind I don't want to know." He smiled, walked over and put his arms around her. Gently kissing the base of her neck, he murmured in his best suggestive voice "Do you really have to work on that book right now? Or do you have time for something slightly less important but just as satisfying." He could feel her smile as he continued to nuzzle her neck. "You mean, definitely more important, _way_ more satisfying don't you." She purred. "Either way." he said as he picked her out of the chair and carried her back to the bedroom. 15 minutes later the power saver on the computer shut the monitor off. End of chapter 4 If anyone want's a more explicit scene... Make your own, you have my permission. I am one of those who believes that the imagination is the most power sex toy mankind has ever developed. :) You know what? This story is a lot longer than I first envisioned. I figured 5 chapters tops but it looks like I might be going into overtime... Oh well, I hope you're still reading at the end. I've got my fireproof suit ready for flames that will probably follow that ;> Any like I said in the beginning Comments can be made to kevinm@pixi.com, All comments welcome, constructive criticisms will be accepted with gratitude, Complements with stunned silence and Flames Grudgingly ignored.:>