MacLeod sat on the opposite side of the bed from Joe. Then he and
Richie both tensed and looked at each other as they felt yet another
Immortal nearby. Melody looked bewildered.
MacLeod got up and walked over to the front door just as a knock
sounded. He opened it and greeted the newcomer. "Can I help you?"
The visitor appeared to be in his early thirties. His hair -- blond
and straight -- fell below his shoulders and he wore a long coat
similar to the one MacLeod had just taken off. "I was told I could
find Joe Dawson here," he said with a midwestern drawl.
MacLeod nodded slowly. He noticed the new arrival's cautious manner
and his stance, ready to defend against a challenge. "If you're a
friend of Joe's," MacLeod told him, indicating the sword under the
other man's coat, "you won't need that here."
The stranger nodded, and let his hand drop to his side as MacLeod
motioned for him to enter the apartment and then closed the door
behind him. "Joe," MacLeod announced, "you have a visitor."
The new arrival glanced at Richie, then at Joe and then at Melody
sitting in the middle of the bed. "Mel, what's happened to you?" he
called out, rushing toward her.
Melody bounced up off the bed and ran into his arms. "Scott, I'm so
glad you're here." She greeted him with a kiss.
MacLeod, Richie and Joe all exchanged a look of surprise.
"You're an Immortal!" she exclaimed, interrupting their kiss to look
up at him in surprise.
He laughed at her statement. "Yes, I know." Then his smile turned
into a frown. "And so are you. What happened?" he demanded,
realizing that the Immortal aura was also coming from her.
"I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," she confessed. "I
was too busy following Richie and I got hit by a car." She was still
hanging on to him when she finished, her arms around his neck.
"Who's Richie? And why were you following him?"
Melody glanced at her uncle. Joe's answer was imperceptible to
anyone that didn't know him well. A slight change of his posture, a
look at the floor then back at his niece. But she understood.
Melody couldn't talk about the Watchers.
"It's nothing now." She changed the subject. "Why are you following
me?" she asked him, dropping her arms to her sides.
"Because you wouldn't stay in L.A. and I want to be with you," he
"But your job!" she exclaimed.
"Not so important anymore," he answered, shaking his head.
"But you said...," Melody argued.
"Never mind," Scott told her.
"I guess I'm out of a job too," Melody told him.
"Then let's go home, back to L.A.," Scott suggested hopefully,
reaching down to tug playfully on the sleeve of her sweater.
"No," Melody answered, moving away, turning her back. "Not yet. I
have to find out what's happening with me. And why."
"There are no answers to the 'why'. As for the rest, I can teach
you." Scott looked over at the three men, then following her, he took
Melody by the shoulders and gently turned her around. "Melody," he
continued in a soft voice, "you don't know these people. It's
important that you be around someone you can trust."
Melody shook Scott's hands off her shoulders. "I trust my uncle, and
these are his friends," she told him in an indignant voice.
"But he's not really your uncle, is he?" Scott firmly reminded her.
Melody again turned away and walked over to the windows, staring at
the view, saying nothing.
"You just met these guys," Scott continued, raising his voice at her.
"How do you know you can trust them?"
MacLeod interrupted, "Melody's been through a lot today, Scott. Give
her a little time. She's in no danger from us."
"Who are you?" Scott demanded.
"Duncan MacLeod," Mac introduced himself, then waited to see if there
would be a reaction. As usual, there was.
"Yeah, I've heard of you. The Highlander," Scott admitted as he
offered his hand to MacLeod. "I'm Scott Bryant."
"She needs a bit of time, Scott," MacLeod said again, shaking his
Scott hooked his thumbs into his jeans' pockets, looked at the floor
for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yeah. She needs some time," he
agreed. Backing toward the door, he called to Melody, "I'll be back
later, I'm just going to take a walk, clear my head."
Melody turned away from the window and watched him as he stopped and
started to say something else. But instead, he gave her a small
wave, then turned and left the apartment.
Joe pointed at the closed front door. "I haven't heard of him, he
must be fairly young," he informed MacLeod.
"Why didn't you want me to tell him about the Watchers?" Melody asked
"Mel, you know we can't tell them about us. Mac found me," he
explained at her questioning look toward MacLeod and Richie. "And
now here you are, another Immortal that knows all my secrets." Joe
grinned at his niece.
Richie was feeling like a fifth wheel. With Joe and Mac here to help
Melody through this new beginning, she didn't need him too. Now was
a good time to leave. He went over to Melody, took both of her hands
in his and gave a little squeeze. "I have to get going now, but Mac
will take good care of you," he assured her.
"Thank you, Richie," she said, smiling at him. "Thanks for
"Not a problem," he replied, waving to Joe and Mac as he headed for
Mel, I'm sure Scott will be back soon," Joe said, putting his arm
around her shoulders. "You'll be okay while Mac and I talk about
some things downstairs?"
She nodded and hugged him fiercely. "I'll be fine."
Joe kissed her cheek affectionately, then turned away and walked to
the elevator. MacLeod held the gate up for him, then joined him
inside the cage, motioning to Melody that he would be right back.