Lost and Found

Authors note:-
DAMN! This thing was supposed to fade away, I don't particularly like it. To be honest I much rather writing odd little stories that few people have tried before. This idea has really gotten out of hand…

I really would like it to vanish and be forgotten, but I'm stuck with it now. By now you guessed what the "REDUX" is all about, I'm starting from scratch using the old ideas and old plan. This will turn out differently to the original and more like the tragedy I planed it to be. Somewhere between conceiving the original idea and writing it I changed the plot. Something I shouldn't have done, remember that.

Anyone wanting me to continue with the other storyline just ask and I'll try to fit it in but to be honest I don't know what to do with it. The main reason I haven't done anything with it is that its so bad I can't guess where it should go next. But I already have this version finished (in note form anyway).

We're still set in season 6 after "Hells Bells" and before "Normal Again" and quite A.U. for Buffy. As for Highlander… I'm working from the first movie nothing more or less. I haven't seen the T.V. show and I'm ignoring the other films because buggered up the concept something shocking.

If you aren't sure about anything else, review and I'll answer later or just review and tell me what you think. Thank you.

I do not own Highlander or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I am writing this for nothing more than exercise for my creative mind (as if it needed any more…)

Chapter One

Xander drove on, the car was running out of gas and he fought with himself to stop and refuel, or keep running and never stop. Finally logic won out and he found a gas station before it became academic. Once he was driving again he cursed himself for running but every mile made it harder to turn back. He didn't know if he wanted to run from himself or from everyone else. He made it to L.A. in a short time stopping long enough at a motel to sleep and eat he looked at himself in the mirror and was disgusted. For a instant he wished that it would go away. That was when he hit rock bottom, realising he wouldn't care if he became a vamp he looked for a long time at his own face before he went asleep.

In the morning he felt like hell, inside and out. He had cut himself no less than five times while he shaved and decided on what to do. He would go back and apologise, to everyone he could find and spend the rest of his life making it up to Anya. He still loved her, would she still be able to stand him was the question. He walked out of his room and paid the bill, not noticing the man following him.

Xander drove down the highway finally noticing that there was a car following him. Once again he pulled into the same gas station but didn't think anything was amiss when the other car pulled up at the opposite pump.

The driver jumped out of the car with an old style sword. He was so shocked Xander didn't think, using the pump as a shield he fended of the mad man. The hose nozzle was a pathetic weapon at the best of times but it was his only hope. Parrying each of the jarring sword blows with only two foot of steal wouldn't work forever but it was the best Xander could do. The station's owner ran out of the pay both with a shotgun shouting at them to stop.

'Love to, I didn't start this thing' Xander shouted back that was all the opening the bigger guy needed. Brushing the dented and broken hose out of the way with an angry swipe he trust his sword deep into his chest. Xander felt it pass trough him and out of his back. With a quick jerk he was kicked off the blade and was left looking into the sky as the hollow sound of gunfire sounded. Using every bit of strength he had left Xander got up and stared at his attacker as he drove off. The owner was at his side speaking but the words made no sense unable to fight it any more Xander collapsed.

Buffy looked at the pail face of one of her best friends. Despite his running from the marriage ceremony Anya was there, crying. Dawn was at school and Willow was at college. They didn't know what had happened. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, they would be home soon and she would have to tell them. The pain was too much as they left the hospital, time would heal it but never make it go away. Buffy spent the trip back wondering if the same fate held true for all her friends.

Dawn looked at Buffy. How? Not only gone but now dead gone. Why? For the life of her she couldn't string a proper thought together. Willow had simply fainted and Dawn envied her. Helping carry her to her room. Dawn locked herself in her own and cried for hours on end for the man she still loved.

Xander knew he was dead, naked and looking around the mortuary he believed he was a ghost. Hearing the door rattle open he hid. The same man who killed him for no reason just entered, holding his sword up and with a victorious smile the mad man stalked towards him. Xander couldn't tell if he felt sick with fear or if it was something else entirely.

Before the killer reached the window was smashed through and the sick feeling became stronger. 'You're a cowered Sinclair. Preying on children who don't know what they are.' Xander couldn't place the accent:- Scottish, German and American mashed together with a bit of French and upper class English thrown in just to confuse him.

'Highlander! You hunt your own death? So be it then. I will take two heads this night!' The fight was spectacular, but the out come was never in question. "Highlander" was better, much better, than Sinclair. Xander watched as the two men hacked at each other, Sinclair was swinging wildly and without much luck. That was the only thing that could save him, Highlander simply dodged a partially clumsy swing and chopped off his opponents sword hand. Kicking Sinclair in the groin he slowly walked behind the murder and placed his own sword on the kneeling mans right shoulder.

'There can be only one!' Xander watched as with a flick of his wrist Highlander beheaded Sinclair. The room was plunged into an almost pregnant silence slowly lightning danced from the headless corpse and struck Highlander. Windows and lights exploded and the doors were shot open and a tornado of energy tore into the man. Xander could feel the power contained in the small space and was amazed that the building survived. When the energy died down the ystander was trying to cover him self up with the blanket he woke up under. 'I am Conner Macleod of the clan Macleod and, like you, I am an immortal.'

'Didn't he call you Highlander?'

'Yes, my clan came from the highlands of Scotland and the name stuck for these last 500 years.'

'500 YEARS and you say your human, no chance.'

'True. As I said I am an immortal like yourself. When we die for the first time we stop ageing and still live. Come with me, the authorities will be here soon we'd better leave.'

'Urm don't you think the fact I'm naked might be a problem.'

'I'll get you something to wear, come now' Xander knew that explaining all this to Buffy would leave him with a chair leg in his heart after the first five minuets – I'll go. This guy knows what's going on that puts him ahead of the game.-

It was two days since Dawn had found out about Xander and it still hurt. The cheap coffin sat at the bottom of the grave. The only people who came was the gang, Xander's family didn't have the money to contribute and didn't even turn up. Anya had a few friends supporting her and a couple of friends from Xander's work but it was a small gathering for someone who had saved the world on a monthly basis.

After the service was over Dawn walked to her mothers grave. Something she did often and she started crying again.

Two days, was that all? Xander wondered. It felt longer. From next to a large tree both he and his tutor watched as the life of Alexander Laville Harris came to a simple end. After Macleod found out about his dead past he had warned him to stay away.

Macleod had left, walked off after he told Xander what he thought he needed to know; 'To the Slayer and her watcher you are a demon. I have fought a Slayer once before and she nearly took my head. You know her, she would kill you without question. So will your friends. You know this too. I ran and hid for almost a hundred years and she never stopped hunting me. Please spare yourself, and those you love, the pain. I'm leaving town tonight, you can come with me or stay here forever.'

Xander walked the cemetery deciding what to do when he saw Dawn at her mother's grave. From a safe distance he watched as the young girl shook silently, obviously deep in thought. Not even the birds dared intrude on that moment.

Eventually Buffy and Willow came up behind Dawn and said something to her that he couldn't hear. The two of them walked away, Willows head on Buffy's shoulder.

Fixing the last few moments in his memory Xander turned and left in the same direction as Conner.

Dawn heard something, a soft crunch to her right, only half curious she looked. A medium height man with longish black brown hair was walking away from her. Blinking she couldn't believe what she saw. She broke away from Buffy and Willow. With a burst of speed she ran for the retreating man but he disappeared behind a parked car.

The was only one person in it when the car drove off and he had blond hair. The ghost had simply vanished…

End chapter 1

Authors note:-
As this was posted as part of my four way update whatever gets the most reviews will be finished first. Review, review and review if you want me to keep this one current.