MacNairCDC

"Ready on the set?"

"Ready," he shouted, trailing his long fingers in the water. The sea foam swirled behind his hands, following their path.

"Camera! And-d-d ... action!"

He started wading, laughing that boyish laugh out amidst the swells of the sea. Methos, calling through the bullhorn, had to put it down in the sand and shake his head. Who would have guessed that Connor MacLeod had a secret dream of being a movie actor? "He's best at just playing himself, you know," the ROG commented sidelong to Duncan.

The younger Highlander, lounged on the beach beside him and sipping bottled water, nodded. "Yup. I know. Every role he'd play, he'd sound the same. Everything else may blend a little bit, but that accent of his never seems to change!"

Dumm, dumm, dumm-dumm, dumm, dumm, dumm-dumm....

Both immortals sat upright when the music started.

"Who took my bullhorn!?" demanded Methos.

"Who cued that music and why does it sound familiar?"

They listened a bit more ... and finally, it registered.

"Jaws?" they said in unison.

"CONNOR~! RUN~!" shouted Duncan. He exploded off the chair and sprinted for the edge of the water, with Methos not far behind.

Connor, oblivious above the surf, didn't hear a thing. He only realized the danger when he felt the tremendous tug on his left leg. He hopped sidelong, the trademark laugh altering to a bellow of startlement ... and felt another tug at his back. Off balance in waist deep water, pinwheeling his arms wildly, he went down in the briny water with a splash--and sank.

"Whoa, Duncan! WHOA!" yelled Methos over the Gaelic cursing of the younger Highlander. Duncan was already ankle deep, ploughing through the sucking sand on his way out to sea. "STOP! Lookit!"

Duncan stopped ... stared ... let his jaw drop when a small hand waved at him over the top of the bobbing sea--right where he had last seen his kinsman! Another hand waved at him from a short distance away, then another. Right in the middle, more frantically, fingers widespread and expressing a great amount of energy, waved a larger hand--unmistakably Connor's. A hand snaked up that white sleeve and yanked his hand back under the water. A few bubbles drifted up and popped.

Methos was on his knees in the sand, laughing hysterically. Duncan stood and swore a bit more while his pulse slowed from the gallop that it had been ... then waded ashore.

"Did you know those daft girls were going to scuba out there and lay in wait for him?" he demanded.

"No! [gasp] Honest! [chortle] I didn't know! [cough] Did you see his face? [snigger] The sea is full of CDC's!"

MacNairCDC

Whose fault is this? Huh!?

Then lahoffy frus:

"Umm, are you okay, Connor?" asked Duncan. His brother was leaning against the doorframe and looking out the window. He looked exhausted, but at least his hair had gotten dry. He missed a spot, the younger Scot noted. There was still sand in one ear.

"I'm okay. Just chilled to the bone." Connor's voice was quiet.

"Your coughing has let up," Duncan observed.

"Three girls in a briny ocean? A bit much for me to manage and not drown. Good thing they had their scuba gear."

Duncan scowled. Had Connor been in trouble and I didn't realize it? He rubbed his forehead and sighed.

"Don't worry about it, Duncan. The girls are quick -- they figured out that I was having trouble keeping up right off the bat. One of them was always sitting out."

"You were out there a long time with them. I started to fret a bit."

Connor grinned and some of the sparkle returned to his eyes ... a welcome sight for Duncan. "They spent an hour having me do katas under the water in that big white shirt! They thought that was the limit ... except lynnann said my hair was more pphft than usual."

"More pphft than your usual ppphhfftt?" Duncan laughed, clapping a hand on his kinsman's shoulder. "Now, that IS a feat!"

"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?"

~finis~

MacNairCDC -- Nov 17, 2001
This is lahoffy's fault!

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