Dawn's Early Light (1/1)

      Athena (ATHENA@BIGTITCH.FREESERVE.CO.UK)
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      Title: Dawn's Early Light
      Author: Athena
      Rating: General
      Characters: Joe Dawson
      
      Archive: 7th Dim - yes please, others please ask
      
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      Disclaimers: The Highlander concept and characters belong
      to those people who make money out of this.  This group
      does not include me.  I'm only doing this for fun and
      because the muses won't let me alone.
      
      Acknowledgements: This was story was written for the
      Quickening Lyric Wheel - thank you to Tana for the
      lyrics.  And thanks to Rachel and Sonia for the beta -
      you guys saved my life - again!
      
      
      Dawn's Early Light
      =================
      
      
      >From the Real Chronicle of Duncan MacLeod
      by J Dawson, Watcher
      
      10 November 1996
      
      MacLeod just called from Bordeaux.  He's OK.  Koren-
      Kronos is dead.  So are Silas and Caspian.  Cassandra and
      Methos are alive.  Something's up with those two, I can
      tell it from Mac's voice when he said their names, but I
      guess that's only to be expected.  There's too much
      history between those three for that triangle to be
      worked out easily.  I'm glad Methos is alive.  Though now
      it's over, I guess I never really any doubts that he
      would survive.  But Mac's OK.
      
      Mac's OK.
      
      You have no idea how relieved I am to write that.  It's
      not only that he's alive.  Somehow I always thought that
      if it came down to just him and Kronos it would be
      MacLeod who'd walk away.  I wasn't sure he was all right
      when he first phoned, but then he started talking about
      Cassandra and Methos and asking about what happening
      here, then I knew he was OK.
      
      God, I've felt like this after every head he's taken.
      After Case, D'Estaing, Kantos and Clay I worried about
      them.  But Kronos?  Someone that old, that evil?  Jeez, I
      haven't slept since he showed up.  It wasn't the thought
      of Mac losing that scared me, but the possibility that he
      could win and then be overwhelmed by the Quickening.
      
      That has scared me since MacLeod took Coltec's head and
      started that whole scary business.  I've been worried for
      Mac.  I've been worried that each head he's taken would
      be the one to push him over the edge.  To push him back
      into evil.  To push him beyond the point that anyone,
      including Methos, could help him.
      
      But he's not needed today.  Mac's OK.  The relief made my
      hands tremble when I was holding the phone.  The relief
      that the evil wasn't starting again.  That I wouldn't
      have to go through what I did back then and watch a good
      man hit a woman.  Hell! - hit me!  Or try to kill his
      friend and pupil.  I never want to go through that again.
      I know what Mac did when he got to France.  I know he
      killed one of the best Immortals around in Sean Burns.
      But I would have preferred to watch that than see what I
      did in the dojo.
      
      I looked into a friend's eyes and saw something else look
      back at me.
      
      I never want to see that again as long as I live.  It's
      not like I haven't seen someone go mad before.  In 'Nam
      when I was out on patrol one time, defending the land of
      the free finally pushed Mick Kirkpatrick over the edge.
      We spent a night in the jungle with the Viet Cong all
      around us and Kirk talking to people only he could see.
      That was bad.  But looking into Mac's eyes that time and
      him just not being there - that was worse.
      
      But not *the* worst.
      
      It's bad, but it's not what's been making me sick to my
      stomach with worry.  I've been scared that that Kronos'
      Quickening might tip Mac so far into evil that there
      would be no way back for him.  No tricks that Methos has
      learned to save him.  That Duncan MacLeod would be
      totally evil.  Because then he'd have to be stopped.
      
      Stopped.  It's a nice word.  It's the kind of word we
      Watchers use when we talk about dealing with a colleague
      who's stepped outside the rules.  We 'stop' them.  Like I
      was going to 'stop' Christine Salzer.  The real word is
      'kill'.  And that's what I've faced since Mac killed
      Coltec.  That if he went evil again, he would have to be
      killed.
      
      And it couldn't be an Immortal who could kill him.  They
      would just be overwhelmed in their turn.  No, if an evil
      MacLeod had to be killed it would have to be a mortal who
      did it.
      
      Me.
      
      Who else is there?
      
      Back in the dojo that time I held his sword to his neck,
      but I didn't use it.  Didn't or couldn't?  I don't know.
      I tell myself that I made a choice because I thought that
      there was a chance that the real Duncan MacLeod was still
      in there.  But maybe I just hadn't got the guts to do it.
      
      But if he was gone beyond redemption?  Well that's the
      prospect that I've had to face over the past few months.
      That I might have to kill my friend, Duncan MacLeod.
      It's little consolation that, under the circumstances, it
      would be what Mac wanted.
      
      Still, it's not going to happen today.  Evil didn't win
      in Bordeaux.  Not this time.
      
      Oh God, I pray it never does.  For all our sakes.
      
      The End
      
      
      Lyrics:
      "The Star-Spangled Banner"
      written by Francis Scott Key
      
      Oh say can you see
      By the dawn's early light
      What so proudly we hailed
      At the twilight's last gleaming
      
      Whose broad stripes and bright stars
      Through the perilous fight
      O'er the ramparts we watched
      Were so gallantly streaming
      
      And the rockets red glare
      The bombs bursting in air
      Gave proof to thru the night
      That our flag was still there
      
      Oh say does that star-spangled
      banner yet wave
      O'er the land of the free
      And the home of the brave
      
      On the shore, dimly seen thru
      The mists of the deep
      Where the foe's haughty host
      In dread silence reposes
      
      What is that which the breeze
      O'er the towering steep
      As it fitfully blows, half conceals,
      half discloses?
      
      Now it catches the gleam
      Of the morning's first beam
      In full glory reflected
      Now shines on the stream
      
      Tis the star-spangled banner
      Oh long may it wave
      O'er the land of the free
      And the home of the brave!
      
      Oh, thus be it ever
      When free men shall stand
      Between their loved homes
      And the war's desolation!
      
      Blest with victory and peace
      May the heav'n rescused land
      Praise the Pow'r that hath made
      And preserved us a nation!
      
      Then conquer we must
      When our cause it is just
      And this be our motto
      "In God is our Trust"!
      
      And the star-spangled banner
      In triumph shall wave
      O'er the land of the free
      And the home of the brave!
      
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