Date:         Sun, 19 Feb 1995 16:10:56 -0600
Reply-To:     Z_DENTONAM@TITAN.SFASU.EDU
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From:         Amy Denton <Z_DENTONAM@TITAN.SFASU.EDU>
Subject:      Revelations Part 2 of ?

Okay folks!!  Here we go again.  I'm once again foraying (is that word?) into
the world of HL fic.  To all the kind people who wrote and told me how much
they liked the first part, thanks!
You are why I write.

(Victor Ortega, e-mail me with your address.  I lost it, somehow)

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Revelations
Part 2 of ?
By Amy M. Denton

    Anne turned away from the elevator and looked at Duncan. "Everything?" she
said.
     Duncan sighed but said "Yes, everything."  Anne stood there, at the
elevator for a long moment.  When she didn't move, he said "Please, have a
seat."  She took the armchair that was in front of the kitchen.  After placing
her stuff on the floor next to the chair, she looked at him.
    Silence fell on the room.  From downstairs they could hear Richie moving
about, from outside the sounds of traffic filitered through a paritally open
window in the loft.  Duncan sat on the couch across from Anne, then stood up
and walked over to the window and looked out, then he walked into the kitchen
and then out of the kitchen.  He walked back over to the couch but didn't sit.
He started to pace.  <<How to tell her?>> he thought.  <<Probably the easiest
way would be just to blurt it out>>.  He sat down on the couch again and
looked at Anne.  She looked just the same as she had 10 minutes ago.  <<She
looked beautiful>> he thought.  Now, however, a look of wariness mixed with
maybe a little suspiscion had crept across her face.  <<Have to tell her
something>>  He stood up again and started to pace.
     Anne had almost sighed with relief when Duncan said he would tell her but
since then he had done nothing but pace.  It was driving her crazy.  <<Say
something>> she thought.  Her mind had started cycling through all the things
she though he might say.  Terminal disease, wanted by the police, wanted by the
 mob, wanted by the police and the mob. When he hadn't died in the alley after
being shot, she was, to put it mildly, amazed but now she was starting to get
frightened.  <<What was he?>> She cleared her throat.
     "Umm." He stopped pacing and looked at her.  "It's been my experience that
it's just easier to spit out whatever it is you want to say rather than
agonize over how to say it."  She flashed a hopeful smile at him.
     He nodded his head turned and knelt in front of her.  He took her hands in
his and looked her straight in the eye.  "Okay." he said.  "I'm immortal." He
released her hands, stood up and waited for the reaction.  What happened next
was not at all what he expected.
      She laughed.  Anne sat there in the chair and laughed untill she
realized Duncan wasn't laughing with her, wasn't smiling.  He was just staring
at her.  She stopped.  Every trace of meriment gone from her face.
     "Oh, my God, you're serious aren't you?" she said in almost a whisper.
     "Pretty much."  He sat back down on the couch and watched her as the
reality of what he said sank in.
     She looked at him with something close to alarm on her face.  "You can't be
serious."
     He sighed and put his chin in his right hand. "I am."
     "That's immpossible.  You can't be immortal.  People aren't immortal.
They grow old and die. It's a part of life."
     "Not for me."  Silence descended on the room again.  This time it was Anne
to got from her seat and started to walk around the loft.  Duncan could see her
struggling with what he said.  He could tell she was arguing with herself, with
all of her medical training.
     She stopped in front of him and asked. "How?"
     "I have no idea.  I wish I did."
     "When?"
     "About 350 years ago"
            (Author's note: I guessed on this.  I have *no* idea when this
             actually happened. I don't remember. Anyone who does feel free
             to tell me, I would appreciate knowing)
     "Where?"
     "Do you want to hear the whole story?"
     She nodded.
     He guestured toward the chair she had been sitting in.  She sat.
     He took a deep breath, stood up and started talking.  "I am Duncan MacLeod
of the Clan MacLeod.  I was born 400 and 3 years ago in the Highlands of
Scotland.  I can not die.  The reason I have no scars or vaccinenation marks or
anything else is because of  what I am."  He paused for a moment, what to say
next.  He hadn't told Tessa everything about the Game untill she had met
Connor.  He didn't want to repeat that scene with Anne.  On the other hand, he
didn't want to tell her every last detail.  He thought for a moment.  <<Just
make up it as I go along, I guess>>  "The reason I hace that sword you've seen
is that's how I protect myself.  The only way one Immortal can kill another is
by cutting off the other Immortals head."
      Anne made a face "But..."she started.
      "I know I said I couldn't die and I can't. Beheading is the only way I
can."  He stopped talking.  He didn't want to tell her everything all at once.
He might really chase her away for good.  "Oh," he added as an afterthought.
"I don't age either.  This is the way I've looked for almost 350 years."  He
went over and squatted in front of Anne's chair.  "I told you this because I
love you and I don't want to scare you away.  Now, if you want to leave,
there's nothing I can do to stop you but please don't.  You're the first good
thing I had in awhile."  It almost killed him to say it but it was true.  After
meeting Anne, for the first time since Tessa's death life had seem worth
living.
        Anne looked at Duncan, looked at the pleading, searching look on his
face and didn't know what to think.  She wanted to be alone, she knew *that* at
least.  She wanted to be alone and think.  She *had* to be alone to think.
She stood up and gathered her things.  Duncan looked crushed.
        "I ne...need some time to think." she found her voice.  She walked
quickly to the elevator, not looking at Duncan.  "I'll come back when I'm
done."  She stepped into the elevator, pulled the door down and left. She never
looked at Duncan the entire time.  As the elevator creaked and groaned out of
sight, Duncan felt more alone than he had in a very long time.

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There we are folks!  Enjoy!  I hope I've lived up to expectations.  Sorry, no
love scene.  I don't feel that "I'm immortal." is a pick-up line.  Questions,
comments and complaints to the same address as before.

Thanks for reading.

Amy
z_dentonam@titan.sfasu.edu
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