AN: Don't own any of em except the girl. Anywho..wondering if I should contine.

Duncan MacLeod sat at a table outside of a small café. It was afternoon, but seemed to be later with the overcast sky. Duncan was reading a book on antiques while he waited for his waitress to bring him his food.

Duncan enjoyed times like this. Moments when he could be alone to himself. He enjoyed being around Joe and Richie. Hell he even enjoyed being around Methos most of the time. However, a moment of peace was always welcomed with him.

He sipped his coffee and just as he went to set the cup down he got that feeling. It was the feeling of energy crawling along his skin like gooseflesh. It was the chill down his spine and the knot in his stomach that let him know another immortal was around.

Duncan looked around, but he didn't recognize anyone. No one had that feel. Then, a young woman rounded the corner and he knew with out a doubt, that it was her.

The girl walked towards the café. She was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with holes in the knees and a black hooded sweat shirt. A pair of dirty white sneakers completed the outfit.

Duncan couldn't see her face or hair because the hood was up. He watched her movements. Her head was moving from side to side. She was scanning the area. The question was why. Was she planning on fighting him out in the open? No immortal was willing to risk exposure. Not like that.

The highlander was so fixated on watching the girl that he hadn't noticed his waitress come outside with his food. As walked towards Duncan's table the girl ran over, grabbed the sandwich and took off down the street.

"HEY!" The young waitress called.

Duncan wasted no time in chasing after her. She darted down a side alley, but Duncan was only a step behind her. Unfortunately for the girl she wasn't paying attention to where she was going and her next turn lead her directly to a dead end. In front and on the sides of her was nothing but brick walls.

She turned around to find her only exit blocked by Duncan. The sandwich she had swiped was still in her left hand. She backed up until she was pressed as far against the wall as possible.

Duncan remained where he was. He didn't want to scare her anymore than she obviously was. He stood there in his blue jeans and green collared shirt. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his black trench coat. Black boots gave his outfit the finishing touch.

"I'm not going to hurt you," He told her calmly.

"Then why are you chasing me?" She asked anger thick in her voice.

A smirk formed on Mac's face. "You stole my sandwich."

She looked down at the food in her hand. "If roast beef means that much to you then take it."

She threw the sandwich at him and at the same time tried to dart between him and the wall. Mac let the sandwich hit his coat and grabbed her around the waist.

"Hold on a second!"

The girl started struggling. "LET GO OF ME!" She screamed.

Mac tightened his grip, but not enough to hurt her.

"Calm down I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk!"

"I'm sure." She said as she continued to writhe in his grasp.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

She stopped squirming and sighed. "All right. If you let me go, I'll talk."

"You won't run?"

She shook her head. "I don't have the energy to run."

Mac reluctantly let her go. She turned around to face him and took a step back.

"What do you want from me?"

"What's your name?"

"What's yours?" She shot back.

"Duncan MacLeod"

"Destiny."

Mac raised an eyebrow. "Is that your real name?

"What do you care?"

"I'm just trying to help."

"Why?"

"Because I want to. Look let me buy you something to eat."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "What's the catch?"

"No catch. I don't want anything from you. Like I said, I just want to help."

"Everyone wants something in return. Nothings for free."

"How long have you been on the streets?"

"Long enough."

Duncan sighed. "I don't want anything from you. I'm not going to hurt you."

She still looked skeptical.

"Just let me buy you lunch and you can do whatever you want."

It was Destiny's turn to sigh. "You won't ask anything of me?"

Thunder rumbled overhead.

"I give you my word."

"Fine, but we're not going back to the café."

Duncan smiled. "Deal, now let's go before it pours down on our heads."

The two of them walked in the opposite direction of the café. Duncan would just replace the book he left there. He didn't want to risk the girl running off.

As far as he could tell, Destiny didn't know either of them was immortal. That made him wonder just how old she was.

The rain started pouring down on them a few minutes before they got to the restaurant. By the time they walked in they were soaked. They sat down at the table and Destiny lowered her hood. Duncan's jaw dropped.

She was stunning. Her hair was ruby red and pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her green eyes glittered like emeralds against her olive skin. She looked like something out of a fairy tale, except for the pain that lingered in her eyes.

"What?" Destiny asked noticing him staring.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"Too young for you," She replied.

"You have no idea, but that's not why I was asking."

"Why were you asking?"

"Because I have a feeling you look older than you are."

"How old do you think I look?"

"How old are you?"

She leaned on her elbows. "I asked first."

Duncan smiled. "But I'm paying for lunch."

Her face sobered. "I thought you weren't going to ask for anything."

He sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry."

Mac could see the confusion in her eyes, but he didn't say anything. The server came over and set a couple of glasses of water in front of them. He then took their order and returned to the kitchen. After that there was silence.

Curiosity finally got the best of Destiny.

"Why didn't you push?"

"I gave you my word I wouldn't ask for anything in return and I won't." Mac replied.

She tilted her head. He could tell she was clearly more confused than before.

"Why would you keep your word for me?"

"Because my word is a sacred promise and I will never break that."

"Not even to someone like me?"

"What do you mean someone like you?"

"I'm a nobody. A nobody that you don't even know. I'm not worth anything, so why do you care about keeping a promise to someone who's worthless?"

Duncan sat back in his chair and looked directly into Destiny's eyes. The pain on her face made it evident that she had been through a lot.

"Destiny everyone is a somebody. Everyone is worth something, including you. You're still a person and every person deserves respect."

Puzzlement, uncertainty and something else that Mac couldn't read crossed her face. She didn't say anything after that. Mac didn't want to push the situation, so they sat in silence until they're food arrived.

When the food arrived they ate in silence. Halfway through her meal Destiny looked at Duncan.

"Seventeen."

Mac looked at her. "What?"

"I'm seventeen."

"And you're name?"

She shook her head. "I can't say."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Look, Duncan. The food was good and all. Thanks. I need to go."

"Wait!" He said as she started to get up.

She stopped and looked at him. "What?"

"Destiny, where are you sleeping tonight?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Look why don't you stay at my place. It's supposed to rain all night and I'd feel a lot better if you slept in a warm bed."

Destiny raised an eyebrow.

"Nothings in it for me. You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

She sat back down. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Let's just say there's something about you that reminds me of me." ~~Please Review to let me know if I should continue or not