Highlander and its characters are property of Panzer/Davis. This is just for fun and I have not in anyway way made a profit from this story.
Sheila and Kinsley were borrowed from Jennifer Matarese's story (with her permission), WHEN PATHS CROSS. You can find her story in The Highlander Quill Library.
The mention of Blue Frosting is borrowed from the Methos Harem and is totally property of Tree.
She looked at the piece of paper in her hands and read the instructions again:
At third light make a left, this will put you in
a residential area. Go straight til you see
sign indicating freeway, get on and take til exit 9
hotel is two blocks to the left. See you there!
At this rate I'll never get there. It was already close to midnight. My first con and I'm lost. Why didn't I just meet up with the group?
Putting the car in reverse, she slowly backed out and headed towards the highway. The rain started falling slowly at first, then came down furiously. Cursing under her breath, she slowed down.
I'll never make it in time! Why did the convention have to be in Seattle? Why not New York, Atlanta, anywhere but here?
As if answering her question, lightening and thunder joined the rain. Just like a quickening, she smiled. She couldn't see too far ahead because of the sheets of rain hitting the windshield. She knew she was close to the highway, but there were no other cars on the streets that she could see heading in the same direction.
Glancing once again at the directions, she heard the sound of a horn, then saw the headlights heading straight for her. Trying to swerve out of the way, she screamed. It was too late. The cars collided.
"Idiot!" said the man. He had been driving along the quiet street, when all of a sudden this car appeared in front of him, in the wrong lane. He pushed his horn, but it had been too late!
Getting out of the car, he surveyed the damage on his car. The hood was barely dented. How is that possible? The rain came down on him hard as he approached the other vehicle. He paused, looked around and proceeded to the car. The woman was slumped over. He slowly opened the door and caught her as her body fell towards him.
Looking around to make sure there were no witnesses, he retrieved her carryall, carried her to his car and placed her in the back seat.
"MacLeod!" Methos entered the dojo, his arms full.
"Just a sec." Duncan MacLeod came out of the office and stopped, staring at Methos.
"Who have you got there?"
"Don't know. Our cars collided. She hasn't woken up yet."
"Why bring her here?"
"MacLeod, I just got in town. I don't have a room yet. Besides, how would it look if I walked in carrying a dead woman."
"Bring her upstairs," he said shaking his head.
Methos laid the woman on Duncan's bed. Her hair and face were covered with blood. The white poet's shirt she wore was also bloody. Methos started to unbutton her shirt, when Duncan placed his hand on his shoulder.
"I think you should wait until she wakes up. We don't want to frighten her."
Methos nodded and stepped away from the bed.
"May I have a beer?" he said, his accent heavier than usual.
"What's wrong old man? Feeling guilty?"
"What is there to feel guilty about?"
"The fact that you killed her and now she's your responsibility." smiled Duncan. MacLeod knew how Methos hated being tied down. To have a student would certainly not leave him free to come and go as he pleased.
"Wrong. She was already immortal." he said grinning back.
"Oh?" Confused, MacLeod walked back to the bed looking at the woman. Her hair was a rich, brown color. There was too much blood to distinguish her other features. Turning to Methos he asked, "What makes you say she was already immortal?"
"Look inside her bag."
MacLeod retrieved a katana from the inside. It was identical to Connor's sword. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was just a reproduction. A good reproduction. The handle was imitation ivory, but otherwise it was exactly like Connor's.
"Where do you think she got that MacLeod? Think Connor gave it to her?"
"I don't think so...." He stopped as he heard her stirring on the bed. "One way to find out." Methos and Duncan headed to the bed.
"Oh, my head! It's killing me!" she said, squeezing her eyes tight. "Doggone it!" she yelled, clutching her head. Opening her eyes, she looked at the two men leaning over her and laughed.
"Great! I'm dreaming again. Wake up! Wake up! You're going to miss the convention." Slamming her head with her fists, she closed her eyes once again.
"Listen, you're going to be fine." MacLeod sat on the bed and held her fists.
"I know that! I need to wake up! I don't want to miss the convention." She looked over at Methos and smiled. "You know, I think I love you."
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, never had a chance to tell you before. I figured I might as well tell you now." Her hands went to herh ead once more.
"Do you know me? Have we met before?" Methos stared at the woman. Was she crazy?
"No, but I was on my way to meet you," turning to Duncan she added, "and you too."
"On your way where?" asked Duncan.
"To the convention. Never mind. I'm just dreaming again."
"What's the last thing you remember?" Methos demanded.
She sat up and smiled at him. Her eyes were hazel, which contrasted nicely with her copper clolored skin.
"Let's see....I was lost. I was suppose to get on some freeway. I took a wrong a turn somewhere......Oh no!"
"What is it?"
"I remember seeing headlights and then....nothing. I'm in a coma! That must be it! I'm in a coma!"
"Relax, you are not in a coma. You're in Seacouver." Duncan told her softly. This was all he needed right now. Another crazy immortal running around.
"Seacouver? Seacouver doesn't exist. It's not real." she said agitated. That must be it, she thought. I'm in a coma, somewhere in Washington. It would be days before anyone would think to track her down.
"Why don't you get cleaned up and we'll talk some more." suggested Duncan.
Looking at her clothes she nodded. "Alright. I guess if I'm in a coma, I might as well enjoy it." Turning to Methos she asked, "Wanna join me Methos? You can scrub my back."
Duncan and Methos looked at her, mouths wide open.
"How did you know my name?"
"I know quite a bit about both of you....So how about it, wanna join me in the shower."
Duncan grabbed her by the shoulders. "Who are you? What's your name?"
"Let go! What's the matter with you?" she shook herself free from his grip. "My name is Millie."
"Millie what? Or don't you use your last name?"
"You know something, Mac. Ever since you took that Dark Quickening, you haven't been yourself."
"How do you know about that?" he frowned. How did she know about the quickening.
"Oh, please. I can't deal with all these questions. I wish I would just wake up. This isn't what I had in mind."
"What did you have in mind?" asked Methos.
"A shower....with you."
"Why don't you go ahead. I'll take a raincheck."
"Fine." Millie turned back and said, "Put a leash on MacLeod will you?"
"What do you make of that?" Methos asked, after she entered the bathroom.
"I don't think you're going to like what I'm thinking."
"Spill it, MacLeod."
"She's either crazy or....."
"You don't think....no that's impossible. She's immortal. Besides, what about the sword?"
"Sheila said replicas were available. Maybe she bought one. If it happened to Sheila, why not to Millie?"
"Sheila became immortal after Kinsley killed her. Millie's already an immortal," Methos reminded him.
"We still can't explain how Sheila wound up here, in...........in our.........well, here!" MacLeod was getting frustrated. Why was this happening again?
Sheila Connor had appeared here several months ago, out of nowhere. Richie had found her in the dojo. After Sheila revealed certain things that no one would know except the people involved, they had believed her strange tale. Now, here was another one. Only this one thought she was asleep.
"Is there anyway you can get in touch with Richie and Sheila?"
"Methos, they left about a month ago. They didn't exactly leave me their itinerary."
"When will they be back?"
"I'm not sure. Another month or so."
"Fantastic! What do we do about her?"
Duncan shrugged. "Try and convince her she's not in a coma."
Millie appeared wrapped in a towel. Approaching Methos, she let it drop to the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"If I have to tell, then we're in big trouble." she grinned. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Methos felt her breasts against his chest and that familiar stirring in his lower half. Pushing her away, he saw her pouting.
"I don't care what you believe, but you are not in a coma! Now, please put something on."
"I can't believe this! I'm in control of this dream and I want you now!" she said, reaching for him again.
"MacLeod, will you please give me a hand here?" begged Methos.
"I never pictured you as the kinky type, Methos." She shrugged and turned to Duncan. "If that's what you want.......Duncan? Care to join?"
Duncan retrieved a shirt from his drawer and handed it to her. "As tempting as that is, right now we have to talk."
"Talk? Fine, we'll talk. But afterwards......" she said turning back to Methos, "you are mine."
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