||[Mar. 27th, 2005|10:48 pm]
Of Swords and Legends
Connor picked up the phone wondering who could be calling so early. "MacLeod speaking."
Joe could barely stop his hands from trembling as he took a deep breath and slowly let it go. This had to be some of the hardest news he'd ever had to give... "Connor, hey, it's Joe, Joe Dawson."
Joe, it's been awhile hasn't it," Connor said, griping the phone tighter. Joe was Duncan's watcher so that could mean that..."Has something happened to Duncan?"
"No, Mac's fine, you don't need to worry about him." Joe rubbed his forehead, as if doing so would make this any easier. "Connor... are you sitting down?"
"Joe?" Connor sat down. "Jon...it's Jon he's immortal?"
Joe paused for a long moment. "I... I wish it was that simple."
No." Connor's voice cracked.
"Connor... Jon and his girlfriend, Beli Heaney, they were... I'm sorry." Joe closed his eyes as he spoke, as if doing so could make the words easier to say. "They never even stood a chance. Her Watcher... said he never even got to his sword..."
"Who was it Joe?" Connor demanded harshly. "Who was the son of bitch that killed my son?"
"Connor... I don't know who did it. And killing them isn't going to bring Jon back."
The sound of the dial tone greeted him.