Date: Thu, 16 Feb 1995 13:38:23 -0600 Reply-To: Z_DENTONAM@TITAN.SFASU.EDU Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Amy Denton Subject: Revelations Hello all, I came up this idea last night (actually this morning at 1:35 a.m.) when I was trying to go sleep. It's what I would think would happen if and when Anne finds out about Duncan. I'm a little shy about posting it because it's not very long and it has some plot gaps (I think) however, I'm afarid if I don't post it now, I'll lose my nerve and never post it. Don't rip it apart too badly, e-mail all compliments and complaints to z_dentonam@titan.sfasu.edu and try to keep them short and to the point. I don't have a very big mailbox. Okay, here we go. ******************************************************************************* Revelations By Amy M. Denton He felt something damp on his face. Something wet. He heard footsteps too. He opened his eyes, looked up into concerened face of Anne Lindsay and knew he had some serious explaining to do. They stared at each for a moment before she straightened up, washcloth in one hand. After a moment more, she turned and went into the bathroom. Duncan looked around quickly as he sat up. He was in the loft , on his bed. How had he gotten here? He tried to remember. He could hear Anne moving around in the bathroom. He struggled with his memory for a few minutes then it came back to him and a low moan of dispair escaped him. They had gone out to dinner, the night before? (How much time had passed?) Things had been fine. They had enjoyed themselves. It had happened when they had walked to the car. Some punk, mugger, who knew who it was had stepped out of the shadows and demanded their money. The mugger had waved a gun in Anne's direction, demanded her purse, she hadn't moved fast for him and instantly, Duncan was in a time warp, the exact same thing was happening to Anne that had happened to Tessa. Duncan hadn't been able to stop Tessa's murder but he could stop Anne's. The mugger pulled the trigger, Duncan shoved Anne out of the way and crumpled to the ground as the bullet struck him instead. The mugger had lost his nerve after pulling the trigger and ran off. The emergency room doctor in Anne had taken over but some how he had convinced her to take him back to the loft. He didn't remember how and now he had to explain. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and, he was still a little wobley, stumbled toward the bathroom. Anne was standing with her back to him, standing over the sink, washcloth still in her hand. Her clothes were dirty, where she had landed in the street and he could tell by the way her shoulders were tensed that she was still upset maybe in shock, from all that happened. "Anne?" he asked, standing in the doorway, afraid of what she would say or do. She didn't turn around. "Would you like to explain?" she said, her voice flat. "Explain what?" he said. Stupid question. "Explain why you're standing here instead lying on a slab in the morgue." She turned and looked at him. Fear, confusion, even a little bit of happiness was written across her face. "Explain why you begged me to take you back here instead of the hospital. Explain why you here instead of being dead in the street. Explain that." A pause followed. "Or is this one of the things I'm not supposed to ask." Duncan was silent as he looked at her. In his mind, a war raged over wether or not to tell her. <> A little voice told him. <> Another voice said. <> The first voice said. <> The second voice added. Anne took his silence for a refusal and started to push past him. "Well, since you're not going to tell me. I think I'll leave. You obviously don't trust me enough to tell me whatever it is you're hiding. You know where to find me if you want to talk." She finally pushed past him. He grabbed her wrist as she passed him. "Don't leave, please." the pleading in his voice almost killed him. She glared at him. "Let go." When he didn't she said "You have no idea of how bad you scared me!! The person I love, dying in the street and there's nothing I can do. Do you know how that feels? It almost killed me. Do you realize that?!" She was shouting now. Belatedly, Duncan felt the nagging, almost naesous sensation, that signaled the approach of another Immortal. He hoped it was Richie, he couldn't handle any one else at the moment. It was indeed Richie. He stepped off the elevator, took a few steps into the room, saw what was going on and turned and got back on the elevator without saying a word. After he left, Anne managed to get loose from Duncan grip on her wrist. she gathered her things, walked to the elevator and oushed the call button. Duncan waited untill the elevator appeared when he said. "All right. I'll tell you." His voice floating across the room. Anne just barely heard him. Downstairs in the office, Richie heard the elevator, creak and groan it's way up to the second floor but when it didn't return after a few minutes, a slow smile spread across his face. "Yes." he said. ******************************************************************************* Well, that's it folks. I hope you like it, but tell me either way. Amy z_dentonam@titan.sfasu.edu =========================================================================