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estiroseThird of four for today. Takes place during the second season premiere, "The Watchers".
Summary: MacLeod is behaving unpredictably, and his Watcher is worried.
A Pattern of Storms
by Estirose
c 2012
It felt like the calm before a storm.
Joe had been watching Duncan MacLeod for years, and while the man was honorable, he could be somewhat unpredictable. Darius' death had caused him to get into fights with mortals - something that he didn't ordinarily do - and eventually leave Paris. Not that Joe minded.
He was just glad to be home. Be back at his own bar, speak his own language, do what he needed to do.
Now, the man was driving around for some reason, looking at addresses. Nobody knew what he was looking for, just that he was looking for something. Joe wasn't sure he wanted to know what that was, because MacLeod seemed so agitated about it.
And for someone who wasn't an active headhunter, that was something to be worried about.
But still, at least he'd stopped getting into fights when he got back to the U.S. There had been some argument with his girlfriend, Tessa, something about revenge. That much they'd gotten. It was the closest the couple had come to breaking up, and Joe couldn't help but feel a bit worried. After all, Tessa had made MacLeod happy, and he wasn't sure them breaking up was a good thing.
There was nothing he could do about it, so he settled into the loft of the bookstore, doing research on MacLeod's past. There had to be something in his interactions with Darius, something that had happened when Darius died, that had set him to where he was going. Wherever he was going.
The door chimed, and Joe looked down in curiosity, hoping for a break. A customer. Someone to talk to while he tried to make sense of MacLeod's behavior.
And then MacLeod himself walked in. It wasn't impossible that he was there for a book; Joe hoped that it was all he was there for.
Pushing his chair back and balancing himself on his legs, Joe headed for the stairs, hoping to head off the storm.
Summary: MacLeod is behaving unpredictably, and his Watcher is worried.
A Pattern of Storms
by Estirose
c 2012
It felt like the calm before a storm.
Joe had been watching Duncan MacLeod for years, and while the man was honorable, he could be somewhat unpredictable. Darius' death had caused him to get into fights with mortals - something that he didn't ordinarily do - and eventually leave Paris. Not that Joe minded.
He was just glad to be home. Be back at his own bar, speak his own language, do what he needed to do.
Now, the man was driving around for some reason, looking at addresses. Nobody knew what he was looking for, just that he was looking for something. Joe wasn't sure he wanted to know what that was, because MacLeod seemed so agitated about it.
And for someone who wasn't an active headhunter, that was something to be worried about.
But still, at least he'd stopped getting into fights when he got back to the U.S. There had been some argument with his girlfriend, Tessa, something about revenge. That much they'd gotten. It was the closest the couple had come to breaking up, and Joe couldn't help but feel a bit worried. After all, Tessa had made MacLeod happy, and he wasn't sure them breaking up was a good thing.
There was nothing he could do about it, so he settled into the loft of the bookstore, doing research on MacLeod's past. There had to be something in his interactions with Darius, something that had happened when Darius died, that had set him to where he was going. Wherever he was going.
The door chimed, and Joe looked down in curiosity, hoping for a break. A customer. Someone to talk to while he tried to make sense of MacLeod's behavior.
And then MacLeod himself walked in. It wasn't impossible that he was there for a book; Joe hoped that it was all he was there for.
Pushing his chair back and balancing himself on his legs, Joe headed for the stairs, hoping to head off the storm.
