Yesterdays Lost ~ A Highlander/Star Trek Crossover Fanfic

Blameless?

Mist crept across the hillside. Here and there a clump of granite stood out a darker grey than the cloud that enveloped it. Details were smudged out and colourless in the fog. Angel Morgan (aka Morgan Doyle) shivered slightly in the damp air and drew her coat closer about her as she picked her way carefully down the hill. Visibility was poor, she could see only a few feet ahead and all was utterly silent as the mist seemed to muffle every sound.

“How could you” the accusation was barely audible at first and could easily be mistaken for the moaning of the wind.

Angel frowned and turned her head, listening as she peered into the mist. “Is someone there?” she called

“Why did you do it, Morgan? Why did you betray me?” A shadowy figure emerged in front of her.

“Betray you? I didn't... I.... What are you talking about?”

“You know precisely what I mean. And with Him! Have you no shame? No sense of self worth?”

Angel's heartbeat began to race while a strong sense of guilt swept through her. “I... I...” she stammered.

The figure moved closer, his face finally coming into focus, contorted with rage and disgust; eyes blazing in hatred. “How can I trust you now?” He demanded, venomously. Morgan felt herself seemingly frozen to the spot as the gleaming sword swung towards her out of the fog. “No!” she screamed. “No, please! Wai....” Penwarden's blade was ice cold as it cut into her neck and her blood curdling scream filled the space.

She was still screaming when she sat bolt upright in bed, scrabbling for her sword. It wasn't until she fell out of bed and woke up properly that she realised she was safe in her room. Tentatively she explored her throat with her fingers, yes her head was still attached, the vicious scar still looped around her neck but there was no other wound. It was just a dream, just a nightmare. The relief was incredible. Angel lowered her head to the wooden floor and allowed herself to shake like a leaf. Gradually the initial shock wore off but she didn't fall asleep again that night.

By the following morning, a hot shower, coffee and a little makeup had done much to make up for the visible effects of the lack of sleep however she was still quite unnerved. Farrell was quick to pick up on this as they entered the elevator of the hotel.

“You ok?” he asked softly as the car began its' descent.

“Yeah... just... had a couple of bad dreams”.

William nodded and squeezed his friend's shoulder companionably. He did not want to speak of the dream that he himself had experienced last night. It was all he could do not to shudder at the memory of it. No matter what had happened in the dream, no matter how much his conscience pricked him, he could not believe that what had happened was wrong.

He had found himself standing on a rocky ocean foreshore. Waves crashed over the granite plateau beneath his feet and a thick fog was rolling in from the sea. In the distance two people were silhouetted in the mist. Muffled voices – male and female – could just be heard although the details, like the faces, were impossible to make out. The smaller of the two figures let out a heart rending scream. Angel! William knew instantly and broke into a flat run, slipping and scrambling over wet rock. A bolt of lightning flashed down and the Immortal stopped dead. The Quickening! He groaned, staggering against a nearby rock. For several long moments as the transfer of energy ended, there was total silence. Even the sound of the waves died away. Gradually Farrell became aware of one noise that did not fit.