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This is the third in the Dividing series, the others may be found at:
Dividing of The Ways


Part 13

Her hand moved first. Clasped in her lover's grasp the slim fingers tensed and then tightened the other way in a light grip. Slowly Kari's eyes flicked open and her gaze fell on the man next to her. Her features clouded slightly as a dull ache impinged itself on her senses and something akin to a gentle hum sounded in her ears, but her curiosity overcame that quickly. The last thing she remembered was standing by the car in the park, and it was obvious she was no longer there.

"What happened?" she enquired quietly, quite unaware that there was anyone else but she and Chris in the room. "My head hurts," she then added as the slight pain made itself known again.

"Just lie still," the Immortal told her with a calm smile, "you'll be fine. You were hurt when someone came for me."

It was then that she noticed there were more people with them and for the first time she saw her father.

"Daddy," was her next word, "what are you doing here?"

It wasn't easy to tell your child that you had travelled all the way to a city because she should have been dying. For a few moments, Bill was lost for words.

"The hospital called us," was all he could come up with in the end, which did nothing to alleviate Karina's confusion.

If the hospital had summoned her parents than why was she at home, and for that matter why would the establishment have done something like that when all she had was a rapidly fading headache.

"If I was at the hospital, why am I here?" she had never been one to side step a question, and she wanted answers.

She chose the moment to sit up and immediately spotted her brother hovering next to the door. This was getting stranger by the moment. The fact that she was naked and wrapped in a blanket also bothered her, but that was secondary.

"Kari," Chris said very softly as a look of puzzlement creased her features, "the hospital couldn't do anything for you. Love, you died."

Then laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her mind did not believe what her ears were hearing and the reality of the situation, point blank, refused to settle in her head.

"Don't be silly," she said without thinking about it.

To hear the last statement was foolish, Mortals didn't come back from the dead. That was the thought that caught in her brain, and then came the very fast follow up. The sound that came out of her mouth was half despair, half wonderment and she just stared as her lover for a long moment. Her gaze was almost accusing as her thoughts worked and she realised what secrets had been kept from her. It softened as the rational side of her psyche understood the reasons for Chris' silence, but the bewilderment did not go away so completely.

"I'm an Immortal," she said breathlessly.

"Yes, love," her sweetheart returned calmly, "you're going to live forever."

There was trepidation in Karina's eyes as she looked to her father. She had known that her liaison with Chris would set her apart from her family, but this was something completely different. This not only separated her from those she loved on a day to day level, this made her what was almost the enemy.

"Daddy, what's going to happen?" she asked and she was almost in tears.

That shattered Bill's inability to fathom the situation. His little girl was hurting and he could not stand by and let it just happen. Chris moved as soon as he did and the Watcher filled the space and enveloped his daughter in a warm hug.

"It's all right, Kari," he said with parental certainty, "we'll work it out."

The flood gates opened as shock proved to be a worthy opponent and the young woman cried into her father's shoulder. All the other two men could do was watch.

It was a good half an hour later when Bill and Tim decided that it would be prudent to leave Karina and Chris alone. There was much more ease in the air as they went to exit the room. The time they'd spent talking had cleared the air, and perversely this seemed to have brought the family closer together again than splitting them apart. So now the eldest child would most definitely, one hundred percent certainly not be in on any family business where Watchers were concerned, but there were ways round that. The relationship had changed yet again, but tragedy had made it better, not worse.

"You've known all along," the new Immortal said quietly as her kin folk left.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with a strand of hair that fell from beside the only remaining indication of her injury.

"From the moment you walked into Joe's," her lover replied honestly.

There was a meter of space between them as he stood by bedside table, and she reached out to him. The gap closed almost instantly. She rested her head against the flat of his stomach and his fingers entwined in her hair.

"So this Immortal is going to have a shock when you turn out not to be a grieving lover," she said and pulled back just slightly.

Chris had explained what seemed to have happened in the park and they were both intelligent enough to realise why the shooting had occurred.

"He won't know until it's too late," the older Immortal replied evenly. "I do a mean impression of a lost soul."

They both smiled as at last humour reared it's usual head. Where the twins were concerned there was usually a laugh to be had, and if there wasn't you could bet the world was about to end. There was no denying that yet another milestone had been passed in what was an entirely flammable relationship, but if they were together they could make it through anything.

Chris had a challenge to face, that much was certain, but surprisingly, Karina found that her trepidation was only slight. Her rebirth had given her a strange kind of faith, and for now at least she had no doubts who would be the victor of any battle. That feeling would probably wear off by the end of the day, but for now she took comfort in it's folds.

Suddenly she stood up and walked over to the mirror on the wall. Her reflection looked back with a pale, slightly dazed expression, and she could see her lover stood just behind her. There was just a touch of anxiety on Chris' face and she knew why.

"Well, unless I'm going to set a new trend," she said quite practically, much to the other Immortal's surprise, "I need a hair cut. I can always go for the new age look : short on the sides and bobbed on top."

She smiled and turned.

"Should grow out just far enough to be perfectly presentable for the wedding as well," she said lightly.

It seemed, Karina had adjusted.

"Let's go find, Mom," were her next words, "she'll be dying to see me."

She laughed as she realised her own pun and Chris was treated to an eyeful as she dropped the blanket that was her only clothing and headed for the wardrobe. He couldn't help it, desire flooded his system and she laughed when she turned back and saw his flushed expression.

"Later, my love," she said playfully, "later."

The next day appeared on the surface to be what passed for normality in the city which was beginning to look like a haven for Immortals. At the dojo, Richie took his normal place as manager, although a little later than usual. Adam called in to see MacLeod, and Madi and Amanda went shopping. All Immortals had agreed that they should stay away from Craven's place until they were invited to be there as soon as they had been apprised of the situation. That there were three Watchers and three Immortals under the same roof would give rise to enough talk in the local community as it was. Any more of the ageless individuals would just complicate matters.

Adam wasn't that fond of coffee, but he sat with a mug nestled in his lap as he lounged on Duncan's sofa. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and the Highlander had ideas about drinking in the morning. The fact that they both came from times when it was water or ale to drink for the most part did not seem to make any difference. Every time he headed for the fridge, that look appeared on Mac's face.

"So our fledgling has found her wings," he commented as looked at the black liquid distastefully. "This is a turn up for the books."

"And it means that our peace is shattered," the Highlander pointed out evenly. "There's someone on the hunt in our city."

The righteous tone actually made Methos laugh, Duncan sounded as if the idea offended him. They had all become so used to being avoided, that an anonymous hunter seemed almost scurrilous.

"Chris will deal with him," the ancient Immortal responded with much more confidence than Mac would have suspected. "We knew his first challenge would happen sooner or later, and there's nothing we can do about it. Have confidence in the kid. If he's anything like his twin our stalker is in for a big surprise."

It was true, it may have been a nasty way to challenge someone, but it was not against the rules. Chris was Immortal, this was his battle and no-one had any right to try and take it away from him. With a deep breath, Duncan decided to change the turn of the conversation.

"Kari's death has other implications you know," he said slowly. "This'll affect you plans to top yourself."

Adam grinned again.

"Not really," he replied calmly. "It actually makes what I'm going to do more believable. The Watchers are a fickle society, they'll never think that anyone would be so obvious as to stage a death after a real one. My demise will be put down as one of life's coincidences, and no-one will suspect a thing."

He had a point. Duncan was beginning to think he was getting old when ideas like that slipped past him. The look on his face said everything and caused his friend to crease up again.

"Don't worry, MacLeod," Adam commented cheerfully, "everything'll look much more straightforward once this weddings over. Then we can all get back to the real world."

The smile did not take much encouragement and it spread over the Highlander's face with grudging agreement. He did have rather a lot on his mind just at the moment with all the jobs for which Beren had roped him in.

"No need to look so smug," he said dryly, "you've got to die convincingly first."

Richie had thrown himself at the stack of paper work that was left from his time away. His stand-in had been able to do lots of things, but there were some jobs that were incomprehensible to anyone but the blond Immortal. In his absence, Greg had taken to helping Phil with his fighting technique and Richie was quite happy to let them get on with that whilst he sorted out this month's accounts. He was doing fine, working well, when a familiar feeling crept up his spine.

"Christopher, you could have waited until I'd finished having to think," he mumbled to himself and tried to look at the figures on the page.

Okay so his brother's reaction to waking up beside a beautiful woman was understandable, but it was the middle of the morning and Rich did not need the distraction. Five minutes later, Greg walked in drying off his hair with a towel and found his friend glaring at an invoice very hard.

"We ran out of hot water, again," he pointed out calmly, "all showers are lukewarm for the next hour or so. I think you need some flow regulators or something to counter the problem."

"Um," Richie replied absently.

He was beginning to wish he had a flow regulator on the thoughts and feelings coming from his twin's direction. The photographer knew how much had been going on in the last few days and he took the absent reply as a reaction to the stress.

"Are you okay, Rich?" he enquired, a little concerned. "You seem ... distracted."

The other Immortal finally looked up and Greg couldn't help but notice that his face was a healthy shade of pink.

"Oh, I'm fine," the younger responded with somewhat of a frustrated smile, "it's just there are things going on with Chris at the moment."

Greg took the wrong meaning again and his expression went from concerned to understanding.

"Anything you want to talk about?" he asked in all innocence.

He couldn't help it, Richie burst out laughing. His companion looked rather shocked.

"Um, no it's okay, Greg," the blond man said lightly, "there's nothing wrong. It's just Chris and Kari ... well you know ... are making up."

Realisation dawned on the other's face and a smile played at the edges of his lips.

"Oh," he said with a very protracted vowel sound, "you guys are that close. Man, Chris is going to be a basket case when you go on honeymoon."

That idea appealed to Richie, he hadn't actually thought about it like that. It brought more than just a mischievous glint to his eyes.

"Well like I said, buddy," Greg continued lightly, "the water's still heating, so all showers are cold if you need to cool off."

He grinned as Richie groaned in mock resignation and virtually head- butted the desk.

"See ya," he said cheerfully and headed out of the room.

He was on his way up stairs where the other plotters awaited him.

End of Part 13