Date: Wed, 15 Nov 1995 04:06:00 -0600 Reply-To: Samantha Anne Copeland Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Samantha Anne Copeland Subject: Daddy's Little Girl part 10 This is probably the last installment before Thanksgiving. They throw us out of the dorms Saturday at 9 am, I won't be back till Sun. the 26, I have tests all this week, so the only way another part will come out this week is if there is a miracle, like the xerox machine eating my CS 201 test. Samantha copelasa@vuse.vanderbilt.edu There are previous parts on my web page, and a few fanfics from other authors. http://www.vuse.vanderbilt.edu/~copelasa/home.htm ******Part 10****** Mac was sitting in the office playing darts as he contemplated what to do with Chris. For a couple of days, this might work, but not a whole lot longer, with that thought he threw the last dart. He'd been putting it off all morning, but now he needed to find out what Dawson had dug up. Since Duncan had a limited knowledge of the situation, Dawson's information would help him to make a more informed decision about what to do. After the last person in the dojo left for lunch he placed a closed sign on the outside door and went upstairs to the loft to call Joe. "Hey Joe, I was wondering if you would run a check for me on someone named Robert Alexander." "Is this an old someone?" "Could be, I really don't know." "O.K. MacLeod, I'll see what I can dig up. If you are going to be home this afternoon I can drop by and fill you in." "Yeah, I'll be in, see you then." "Later." Mac hung up. He scrounged around in his fridge for his lunch. He ended up with a turkey and bacon sandwich. After he finished his meal, he realized that last night's adventure had taken its toll. He figured that right now might be the most opportune time to make up for it. With that he pulled off his shoes and stretched out on his bed. He lay there for several minutes until he drifted off to sleep. *** He awoke to the sound of the elevator motor. He concentrated for a moment to make sure that that was the only reason. It was. He thought for a moment * Who could be coming up here * then remembering the conversation earlier with Joe, answered his own question. Within moments Duncan's hypothesis was proved true. "What's this, naps too." Joe joked as he stepped out of the elevator. "Yeah, not a normal occurrence, but I didn't get much sleep last night," Duncan replied wearily. "Would that have anything to do with the check you had me run on Robert Alexander?" "In a way, yes." "Why is he bothering you, his MO is usually going after Immortals with families. Taking their family away to demoralize them and make them easy victims. You've got no family to speak of except Connor, and he's good at taking care of himself." "It's not me he's after, it's Chris." "The girl from last night?" "The same. He tried to come after her last night, she got away and came here." "That explains alot, your not getting a lot of sleep and all." "So, Joe, what could you find on Chris?" "She's exactly who she says she is. One interesting thing though, when I went looking through the records last night, I found a very interesting piece of information. Her father is Andrew Balfour, an _old_ friend of yours I believe." "We go back a few years." "Yeah, I'd say back the Napoleonic wars is quite a few." Duncan remembered when he found Andrew. It was shortly after he'd met Darius. The two of them had been looking for injured men to take to the doctor when they found Andrew. They decided to carry him over to a small wood and wait for him to come out of it. He was just conscious when they found him so they had to all but carried him. They explained to Andrew about what he and they were. The next month when Andrew and Duncan's enlistment was up, they left with Darius. Duncan taught him swordmanship and Darius taught him philosophy. When Duncan left for the New World, Andrew stayed with Darius for a while. Even though Andrew had been a soldier, war and fighting were things that he didn't care for. He preferred to avoid it where possible, though he wouldn't do as Darius had done, leaving the world for refuge on Holy Ground. The last time Duncan had seen Andrew was shortly after World War II. "Well he's still around, he's a history professor down at UAB. If he's really your friend you ought to let him know that that Alexander is after him. I talked to someone an hour ago that told me that he had a kidnapping planned for someone that almost turned into an Immortal battle. A mall security truck scared him off in the nick of time. From their description of the intended target, it seems that last night wasn't the first time he met Chris." "I don't suppose you have Andrew's number?" "As a matter of fact I do." Joe took out a small slip of paper with the number. Mac went over to the phone and placed a call to Andrew. The phone was answered on the second ring by the answering machine. Duncan left his name, number and the short message, "I thought I'd let you know that your daughter's staying with me for a few days while we work out a few problems that have come her way." *Let him make of that what he will. * With that he hung up. "Well Joe, I've done about all I can for now." Dawson glanced at his watch. He needed to get back to the bar soon because tonight he was performing with the band and he didn't want to be in a hurry when the time cam for him to go on. He made his excuses and left. Twenty minutes later MacLeod's phone rang. "Hey Duncan, it's been a while. I got your rather cryptic message. I knew that this would happen sooner or later. I just hoped that it would be later. So who is it?" He asked, doing his best to keep a level tone. "Robert Alexander. But from what I understand he was after you, but when he found Chris, he decided to make her his target." "I'm coming up there as soon as I can get a flight." "You don't need to do that, I can handle it." "I was planning on flying up there on Monday, but after hearing about this, I'll move it up. With any luck, I'll be up there by tonight." "Andrew, really, it isn't necessary..." "She's my daughter, I have to be there. If for no other reason, I have to be there for her." "O.K. I suppose there's no use in fighting it, you would come anyway. Call me when you get your reservations and I'll meet you at the airport." "O.K., I'll talk to you later, bye." "Bye." Mac hung up the phone. He thought for a few minutes that it would be nice to see Andrew again, but just not under these circumstances. He thought to himself, * God, has it really been fifty years? I'm going to learn one of these days to not let half a century go by in between friendly social calls. * He looked around the room, he had company coming and the place was a mess. He did a little light cleaning, putting things away and straightening things up a bit. When he finished, he was pretty tired, but there was no way that he was going to get anymore rest in because the phone rang. "Hello." "Hello Duncan, I managed to get switched to a flight that leaves in a little less than two hours. I should be getting in between 10:30 and 11:15 PM your time. I won't really know until I pick up the ticket. If I have time, I'll call from the airport and fill you in." "If you tell me the flight number, I can call the airport here to find out." "I'm booked on Delta flight 76." "O.K. I'll check. I'll see you this evening then." "Bye." Mac reset the phone and called the airport. He found out that the flight was expected in at 11:20 PM. *Damn, this is turning out to be a long day. I'm not going to be able to catch up on my sleep tonight. * He attempted another nap but it didn't work, he was too wound up with events from the previous evening and the those yet to come. He decided that the best thing would be to relax with a good book. He went over to his bookcase and began to peruse the titles. One title jumped out at him, Robert Louis Stevenson's _Kidnapped_. It did for two reasons, number one being that it was set in his beloved Highlands, and number two being that the main character's name was David Balfour. It seemed almost appropriate that he should read it at this time. He took the book and sat down at his desk and began to read. =========================================================================