Passover: Act 3, Scene 1
Present Day: Seacouver- Anne’s House
"Anything?" Anne asked as Joe flipped his cell phone shut and sat on the porch swing. Joe shook his head. "Joe, it's been more than 24 hours. We should have heard something by now."
"Anne, we're doing the best we can. We're all worried about Mary, and Duncan will bring her back soon."
"If everyone was as worried as I am Joe, she'd be home by now."
Joe placed his hand on Anne's and smiled. "Trust me, if I could bring her back, I would. But wishing isn't going to bring her home any sooner. I hate waiting as much as you, but we have to. We'll know something soon."
"You're right, and I know that. It's just that Mary means the world to me. She's all I have, and I can't imagine what my life would be like without her...I suppose you're used to waiting," she added as an afterthought, and Joe couldn't ignore the bite in her tone.
"As a Watcher, you mean?" the man enquired, concerned by the guilty look which suddenly appeared in his companion's face at his reaction.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Anne responded with an out rush of breath.
Yet, it was too late, the disclosure had been made and there was a tension to be cleared. Joe chose to meet the half-accusation head on.
"Yes, I'm used to considering if the next fight will be MacLeod's last, that I'll never see him again and the Chronicle will be closed. I think it's even worse with Richie - he's so young and I'm not his Watcher, I'm his friend. I don't want to lose my friends, Anne, and I don't want to lose Mary."
Anne looked into the older man's eyes and knew her judgment had been harsh. Yet, this whole lifestyle, Immortals and Watchers, it wasn't hers, she didn't want it, and the young woman sighed. Glancing down at her hands, she breathed, "I know, I've been through this a hundred times in my head. I've tried to sort it out, but..."
"Then talk to me about it," Joe prompted.
The woman's stare said she was momentarily unsure, but the practiced observer could see the need at the back of her gaze, so he pressed, "What did you feel when you found out Duncan was Immortal?"
Anne took a deep breath in a moment where she hovered between admission and retreat. Then she began, "You were there. In that moment, when I heard his voice, I experienced shock, horror, pain, Anger, confusion, relief... I saw Duncan fall from the catwalk to his death, and week later, he calls me from Paris and invites me to be with him. I wasn't sure if it was really him until I saw him at the hospital."
"Why anger?"
"All throughout our relationship, there were things he wouldn't tell me. He knew everything about me, but I felt as if I didn't really know much about him. I could handle little things, but eventually they built up. I never would have guessed his Immortality was the one thing he wouldn't share with me. It was a big part of our relationship, and I was mad he didn't tell me."
"What if he had told you at the beginning. Would that have changed things?"
"I don't know. As a doctor, it's hard for me to believe in something like that. People living forever, not dying unless they loose their head. It went against everything I ever believed in."
"How do you feel about Duncan when Mary's concerned?"
Anne shook her head. "Mary is my life. If it weren't for Duncan, she most likely wouldn't be here. But it's times like this when she becomes involved against her will, that makes me wish I'd never met him. I would love to have him be a big part of her life, but only if he could protect her from Immortals like Corinth. I want him to have the opportunity to be a father to her, but only if she's safe."
There was a moment of silence as Joe pondered his next question. He was about to speak when his cell phone rang. "Dawson." He answered, and then went silent as he heard the person on the other end.
Anne tried to read the expression on Joe's face, but it remained still. She hoped when the conversation was over, she'd know the fate of her daughter.
"OK, keep me updated will you? Thanks." He said as he flipped the mouthpiece up and looked at Anne. "They found Corinth. He's in a warehouse by the docks, and there's no sign of Duncan yet."
"What about Mary?"
"Both she and her baby-sitter were fine as of an hour ago. Let's just hope Duncan finds them that way, and soon."