She closed her eyes, repressing the instinctive shudder as the cold metal of the blade slid smoothly across the sensitive nape of her neck. There was a slight metallic scrape as the scissors closed, neatly cutting away the ragged ends of hair. William hesitated, sensing his companion's tension. “I think that's about it” he announced, regarding his handiwork with a critical eye. “See what you think”.
“Well you couldn't have done a worse job than the one I had from Social Services when I went into care” the younger woman smiled as she took a look in the mirror. “Thanks Will, I know it's not the 'manly' thing to be seen doing... cutting your friend's hair”.
Farrell shrugged. “We didn't always have hair dressers” he grinned as he put the scissors down.
“Pass me the comb then, before it turns into a matted mess”.
The immortal man obeyed and took a seat on the bed behind her. “What does it feel like?” he wondered.
“What does what feel like?”
“I touched the back of your neck with the blade of the scissors and you tensed. What does it feel like?”
“Like... staring the Grim Reaper in the face... it's weird, like the Quickening in reverse. Energy bleeding away and the deep, certain knowledge that... you're going to die”.
“But it was just scissors”.
“A blade is a blade I suppose”.
Farrell nodded slightly as the younger Immortal turned around in her seat.
“So... the flight's at 5am?” she double checked.
“You're packed, I hope”.
“Travelling light.... Just one thing.... How in the hell do we get our blades through Spacedock security?”
“Same way we used to when we flew... Guile and a set of false papers. Which I have arranged. You and I have permission to carry our own weapons in locked cases. Martin's will go with the baggage onto the star liner”.
“Which is more or less tracing the course of the Colony ship”
“Either we find the Royalist there... or at the very least we both get to rest from the Game for a while. Think of it as a vacation”.
Morgan nodded and stretched tiredly.
“Take the bed” her companion suggested courteously. “I'll sleep on the couch” he glanced around the small, minimally furnished hotel room. “Or on the floor”.
“Will...”
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Yesterdays Lost ~ A Highlander/Star Trek Crossover Fanfic
Fanfiction25 Years after Zefram Cochrane completed that first breakthrough faster than light journey, Earth is slowly emerging from the nuclear apocalypse of the Third World War. Penwarden, Farrell and Doyle are living quietly in a rural community, keeping th...
