Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters and do none of this for
money or anything of the sort.except perhaps reviews?
Also, it has been many years since I saw this show and even then only saw 1
or 2 episodes. So, forgive me if the characterization is all wrong. I did
this all on a whim.
Enjoy if it's enjoyable.sorry if it's not.
It had been exactly eighteen weeks since Catlin was captured. Those weeks
were spent filled with anxiety on the part of Connor, Fergus, Tully, and
the rest of Sanctuary. Connor, above all the others, was grief-stricken.
His waking hours filled with worry and feelings of dread at the thought of
what the Romans would do to this escaped slave and enemy of Diana, and his
nights plagued with horrid dreams of Catlin's torture at their hands. He
knew the Romans, and they never showed mercy. Now, as he sat with his
friends, his brothers in arms, Connor thought back to that fateful day.
Catlin, Fergus, and Connor had been out hunting and enjoying a beautiful
bright day in the land they loved. Hearing a rustle in the bushes, the
three approached cautiously, believing some sort of game to be in hiding
there. To their surprise, they found no deer, but a party of Roman troops,
out on one of their many scouting missions. The Romans, on the otherhand
had not been surprised and, outnumbering the trio five to one, believed
they would win the fight and have a handsome prize to bring back to their
leader. However, the three put up an honorable fight, felling many of
their attackers. Just when it appeared that the Roman troops would lose
the battle, the fighting stopped and the enemy seemed to disappear. Connor
and Fergus turned towards each other, breathing heavily, their bodies
gleaming with sweat in the gentle rays of light, with looks of confusion on
their faces. "Sweet Brigit," Fergus exclaimed, "where'd they run off to
all a sudden?" "I don't know, Catlin, are you alright?" Connor turned but
Catlin was nowhere to be found. "Catlin! CATLIN!!!" Connor called. There
was no answer.
What the two men did not see was that Catlin had been struck over the head
by one of the Romans and had fallen at his feet, unconscious and unable to
defend herself. That soldier had gathered her up into his arms and made
for camp while the others still fought on. When they realized that one of
the rebels had been captured, the other soldiers decided to cut their
losses and keep their heads, retreating without looking back, silently
praying that Diana would be satisfied with this small victory.
Catlin was thrown at Diana's feet, barely conscious, blood oozing from her
wound. Diana sneered with contempt, looking down her nose at her former
slave. "I'm so glad to see you again, Catlin," she said, her voice
dripping with sarcasm. "Unfortunately for you, I am not in a forgiving
mood, and your decision to escape with that scum who dares to call himself
a prince is going to cost you dearly." She looked to the guard who had
brought Catlin in. "Make sure she is given a proper welcome.one she will
never forget." The guard nodded his head and removed Catlin from Diana's
presence, but not before giving her a swift kick in the ribs.
As Catlin sat chained to a post, bloody, bruised, and alone, Connor and
Fergus discussed how to find their friend and bring her back. It had been
days since she had been taken and Connor was in a bad way. He never before
realized how much he needed Cat. Seeing her each day brought joy and light
into his life. "Could I love her?" he asked himself. He never thought
that would be possible after losing his Claire. But it was true. Connor
loved Catlin and hated himself for letting anything happen to her. The
thoughts of her being in the hands of the Romans tormented him, yet they
had not yet found the location of Diana's camp. She had taken to moving
around, as much as it inconvenienced her, because Longinus thought it best
to keep the "savages" unaware of their location.
Fergus did not like the way this situation was affecting his friend.
"What're ya thinking lad?" he asked Connor weeks later. "Catlin's been
gone for weeks now. I'm beginning to wonder if she's even still alive," he
answered honestly. "Come now, y'musn't think thoughts such as these.
Catlin's a strong woman. She wouldn't let the Romans beat her.She's as
fierce as a storm and hard as a stone. Don't be disheartened." Connor
attempted to smile at those words of comfort from his friends, but the
effort fell short and all he could do was sigh and try to get some sleep.
They would continue their search in the morning.
One day, so far into her captivity that she had lost track of time, thanks
in part to the starvation and plentiful beatings, Catlin overheard Diana
and Longinus discussing something.her execution. "She's a burden to us,
Longinus. We should dispose of her quickly; she's so weak she won't last
much longer anyway and my vengence will be best satisfied by her death,"
Diana reasoned. "Very well, if it pleases you, it shall be done. She is
of no real use to us anyway." "I'll make the plans.Oh, what a joyous day
this is!" Diana exclaimed as she rushed off to think of a painful way to
dispose of Catlin. Upon hearing these words, Catlin began to lose hope.
"I'll be with you soon, Jesus. Give me the strength to suffer silently,"
One of the young soldiers, a recruit from a tribe foolish enough to believe
the Romans would help them, also heard the news and took pity on Catlin.
He respected her and the others' desire and fight for freedom, nomatter how
foolish. The next day, he approached Catlin with a scroll and told her he
would deliver a message to Connor from her before her death. Catlin
thanked him, although he was untrustworthy, she had to take this chance.
She wrote the letter and the boy, who would not be missed as he was not a
"Roman," set out to find Connor.
Three days later, the messenger approached Sanctuary. "Stay, who is
there?" Tully called. "I carry a message for your leader from the captured
member of his tribe," the messenger replied. Tully raced toward him, took
the letter, thanked him, and, after making a careful search for a party of
soldiers, ran to deliver the letter to Connor.
"And you say this letter is from Catlin!?!" Connor was incredulous. He
carefully opened the scroll, afraid of what message it contained, yet eager
to learn if it truly was from his Catlin. "Aye, it is in her hand," he
declared. "Then we'll leave you to it then," Fergus said, knowing that
Connor needed solitude in which to read the scroll's contents. "Thank you,
Fergus," Connor said, his eyes glued to the script on the page.
"Dearest Conor," it read
"I am now utterly alone, lost in the empty darkness of this prison in which
I now find myself. Although I yearn for, nay, am desperate for freedom, I
am more afraid to sacrifice the certainty of this place for the freedom
death affords. For that is the only freedom guaranteed me. The pain I
feel each waking moment is of little consequence now. I no longer fear the
fire of it, the heat in my body is as ice compared to the flame that once
burned inside my soul. You knew well that fierceness and cared for me
despite it; perhaps, even because of it. Yet I fear that fire, that light
which once illuminated my very being has been extinguished. I once thought
it possible, but I am broken. This letter is my last hope of communicating
with you and the others, yet I entrust this precious correspondence to one
entirely undeserving of any faith. If this letter, by some happy
circumstance, reaches you, I shall never know. Yet do not let this cloud
your mind. Remember, above all else, that your fight is a worthy one. To
struggle for the freedom of your people is a noble and honorable quest.
You shall be the man to bring such freedom to the land once more, I am
certain of it. Let not my suffering burden your heart and mind, for I take
joy in the knowledge that it was not you whom they captured that day. We
have seen so much death, so much pain and loss in our lifetime, Connor. It
must not be allowed to continue. My time draws near, the guards are
preparing to take me. I will not lie and tell you that I am unafraid, for
I am shaken to the core. Yet I take comfort in and strength from the
memories of my time with you and the others. That time was the best and
most precious of my life. I love you, Connor, and that is my one regret;
that I did not tell you sooner. You have brought such joy and
contentedness to my once wreched life. My last request is that you go on.
You must live and you must fight.for your family and for all our people. I
will always be by your side, forever watching over you; and I will
always.always love you.
Until we meet once more upon the green fields of our land and our home.
"This cannot be true! She is not dead!!!" Connor pleaded as he wept.
Author's Note: So, should I leave it like this or continue? This is my
first fanfic, so please review and let me know yay or nay!