AN: Okay guys here's the first part. Tell me what you think.

Dri walked in the door of their apartment and set her back pack down by the door. Mac had rented a three bedroom until the dojo was finished being remodeled. Dri had decided it would be best for her to finish out her last year of highschool.

Before everything had happened she's been a decent student. A's, B's, C's, all that good stuff. She had inquired about it with Duncan and he had no problem with it. In fact he encouraged it thinking it was best for her to graduate.

Dri walked into the kitchen, got a drink and sat down at the counter. Richie and Mac were probably out doing something. They normally weren't home when she got there. She laid her head down on the counter and sighed.

Her legs and arms were sore from the extensive training Mac and Richie had been putting her through. Mac had asked her if she wanted to continue the training her father had been so proud of. How could she refuse? So she went to school, ate, trained and did homework. That was the extent of her day.

It wasn't that she didn't like it. In fact she loved it. She had missed the feeling of sparring, of meditating, of excersizing. It was a great feeling when adrenaline pumped through your body and your heart pounded.

"Long day?" Duncan said behind her.

She jumped up and turned around. Mac and Richie were standing there both with their hands behind their backs.

"You guys scared me!" She exclaimed.

They both smiled that smile that Dri had come to know when they were planning something.


"Well Mac and I were thinking and.." He trailed off.

"And you've been working really hard in school as well as your training," Mac continued.

She raised an eyebrow. "What are you two getting at?"

The two men exchanged a glance and then Richie pulled a long, thin box out from behind his back.

"What is that?"

Duncan laughed. "Well why don't you open it and find out?"

Dri got up and walked over to them, eyeing the suspiciously. Richie handed her the box and she just looked at it.

"It's okay," Richie told her. "Open it."

It wasn't that she didn't want to. She just felt weird about getting gifts from them. Slowly she lifted the top off the box. Her jaw dropped when she saw what was inside.

It was a sword, almost identical to Duncans. The only difference was the dragon on the hilt was a soft blue color. She had expressed her liking of the Highlanders sword the first time she laid eyes on it. Mac and Riche hadn't forgot.

"I can't except this," She finally said.

"Of course you can," Richie told her. "We want you to have it."

She shook her head and put the top back on the box.

"This is way to expensive."

"Dri you've come a long way in school and in training. We've noticed your love for swords and we want you to have it."

They left out the fact that eventually she would need to have it.

"Come on Dri," Richie said. "You don't want to make us feel bad."

She sighed. "Thank you."

"There are a couple of rules however. The only time you can use it is when Richie and I are with you. It does not leave the apartment except for when we take you to the ware house to train. When we go back to the dojo and begin training there again it does not leave it at all. It's not a toy. It is a dangerous weapon."

"I know, I know." Her face lit up. "So when do we start training?"

Richie laughed.

"Not today," Duncan said.

"Why not?" Dri asked almost angrily.

Duncan crossed his arms. "You've been overdoing it. You're exhausting yourself."

"I am not!"

"Then why are their dark circles under your eyes? Not to mention the fact a few of your teachers have called complaining about you falling asleep in class."

Her face fell. "Oh you know about that."

"Yeah, I know. What I don't understand is why you didn't say anything."

Dri shrugged. She took the box with her over to the couch and sat down.

"I can handle it."

Mac went and saw next to her. "If you could handle it you wouldn't be so tired."

"If you knew I was falling asleep in class then why did you give me the sword?"

"Because you do deserve it. You've been working hard, not just at school or the dojo, but here too. You have the house spotless by the time we come home."

"Yeah I've never lived somewhere so clean." Richie chimed in.

"You just need to slow down a little," Mac told her. "Don't do so much all the time. I'm going to cut your training back to three days a week."

"NO WAY!" She exclaimed.

"Yes way. We'll boost you back up when I think you can handle it."

She threw herself backwards and crossed her arms. "Whatever."

"Why does she remind me of you?" Mac asked Richie.

"Hey! I resemble that remark."

Duncan laughed. "I bet you do."

Dri wasn't laughing. She was sulking.

"Come on Dri," Richie said. "It's not so bad. Just get some rest and stay awake in school and things will go back to normal."

"Since you guys think I need to get rest so damn much, I'm going to go to my room."

She got up and stormed off to room.

"That went well huh Mac."

"Oh yeah, it went perfectly," He replied as her bedroom door slammed.

Richie walked over and plopped down next to Duncan.


"Yeah, you're one to talk," Mac said.

Richie looked at him innocently. "Mac, I'm hurt by that."

"Yeah I'm so sure."

The two men laughed and relaxed on the couch. Just as they got comfortable they sat up. Another immortal was near. Very near.

"Expecting someone?" Richie asked.

"Nope, you?"


The two men got up and drew their swords just as their was a knock on the door.

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