Connor paused in the middle of cleanup duty and looked at his kinsman who was valiantly trying to remove the burn marks from the edge of the pool.

"Do you hear that?" the elder Highlander asked.

"What?"

"A sort of ... eerie howling noise coming from the East. It's very faint, but I think it's getting closer..."

Duncan stood up, head cocked and eyes closed, listening intently (a pose which suited him as well as every other one does, incidentally), then gave an abrupt nod. "Yeah, I hear it now." he said. "It is getting closer, but I've got no idea what it is."

"Me either," replied Connor, then yelled into the house, "Hey, Methos? Can you hear that wailing noise? You ever hear anything like that?"

Upstairs, the ROG pulled his nose out of the book he'd been enjoying and dragged his senses back into the present. The noise was definitely louder now and seemed to be heading straight for their little sanctuary. He listened for only a split second before leaping to his feet with a panicked cry of "Oh shit!" and sprinting downstairs and outside. The two Scotsmen watched in surprise as he shot out of the door, nearly falling into the pool in his haste.

"What's wrong?" asked Duncan. "Do you know what the noise is?"

"Do I know? DO I KNOW!" yelped Methos. "Don't you two have the sense you were born with, you muddle-headed barbarians? That's the sound an incoming evil twin makes when traveling at supersonic speeds! Get the fairy lights, quick!"

The Highlanders paled and joined Methos' frantic search for the Christmas decorations. They didn't have anywhere ready to put another evil twin and k'lynn didn't like to share. If the new one got here before the defenses were up--it didn't bear thinking about...

"Who can it be?" Connor asked, as he upturned the toy drawer. "We've already got a spectre! And why now? There haven't been any amazing frus for a while and none of us would leave E.T. bait out by accident! Why didn't we have more warning dammit?!"

"I don't know," Duncan snapped back. "Just keep looking--it's getting louder and none of us will be safe if we don't get this sorted!"

Methos paused in the middle of searching under the sofa. "None of us... Wait a minute, where's Ryan?"

"I think he's still hiding from Connor behind the dishwasher. He should be safe enough there," said Duncan, just as Richie strolled through from the kitchen.

"Hi guys. Anyone else hungry? I found the most amazing chocolate mousse in the fridge, you gotta try it..." he said, then stopped in confusion. "What's up? Are you still looking for Connor's speedos, cause I think I saw one of the girls run off with them as a souvenir..."

The older immortals stood frozen as the youngest talked, a terrible realization dawning.

"Chocolate mousse?" Connor whispered. "You don't think - surely it couldn't be..." just as Methos and Duncan came to the same conclusion and shouted in unison, "Oh, no! Not Ennaj!"

There was a dead, shocked silence. Then Rich faltered, "She's coming here? But, but... she sets fire to things!"

"She better not" Duncan groaned. "I haven't cleaned up from the last one yet..."

"And she likes that bit in Endgame! What are we going to DO?"

"Do? We're going to hide, that's what. It's too late for counter measures! We have to split up and take cover!" commanded Methos. "It's every man for himself, now," he added as he bolted for the stairs.

Connor, Duncan, and Rich exchanged glances and looked skywards in dismay. The noise was near deafening now and in that instant, they realized Methos was right. The only hope left to them was to hide. As one they moved.

Richie nearly fell over his own feet as he headed back into the kitchen, the sudden panic making him clumsy. He jumped back into the space behind the dishwasher, praying that the mousse he had eaten didn't make him too big to squeeze back in...

Connor sprinted out into the garden and dived into the pool without even pausing. There was shrub overhanging the edge on one end and he intended to sit on the bottom where the shade was darkest until the whole crisis was over...

Meanwhile, Duncan followed Methos' example and headed upstairs. He remembered which closet was k'lynn's just in time to stop himself from jumping in it and quickly yanked open the next one,

"Find your own hiding place," hissed Methos, and slammed the door shut again.

Suddenly, the wailing noise stopped. Duncan looked around frantically, and then dived under the nearest bed. Just as his feet disappeared into the shadows, a new voice was heard in the CDC refuge...

"oh boy-oys! come out an play-ay! i've got lots of toys and i have the best ideas of what to do with em too... you had a flame thrower already so i didn't bring mine but i got everything else!

"boys?

"boys?

"oooh, i like hide and seek! here i come, ready or not!"

And the owner of the new voice (which was Scottish, and definitely female) gave a wikkid chuckle and skipped off to search for her new playmates...

The CDC house was still and quiet, the only sound the occasional scuff from Ennaj's shoes as she skipped around looking for people to play with.

Outside in the pool, Connor was getting bored. He couldn't hear any explosions or screams--perhaps the new spook wasn't as bad as they had feared? He cautiously floated to the surface and took a look around. Nothing. The only sign that there was a visitor was a large box sitting at the door into the house. He hesitated, then shrugged and pulled himself out of the water to go and take a look at it.

Upstairs, Methos was still ensconced in the closet and Duncan remained under the bed. They had heard Ennaj go skipping past, but she hadn't looked in either of their hiding places so they were feeling fairly safe, though still a little nervous. The footsteps came back along the corridor then tripped lightly back downstairs and they both sighed in relief and tentatively ventured out in the open. Duncan looked over at the ROG and had just taken a breath to speak when there was a sudden yelp of surprise from the garden and they froze in place.

"Aaargh!"

"That sounds like Connor, " whispered Duncan. "She must have caught him"

"Better him than us" replied Methos fervently just as a whoop of joy came to their ears, followed almost immediately by a muffled yell from Connor.

"What did he say? I can't make it out..." said Duncan.

"I think it was something about his shirt. Maybe she's trying to steal it?"

There was another yell from below, this one carrying clearly to the listeners.

"Hey, point that squeezy bottle somewhere else..." *squirt* "What the?... Chocolate sauce?!"

"Oh, dear," said Duncan. "Hide?"

"Hide" agreed Methos.

At the front of the house stood another new arrival to the CDC house. She was looking at the building with a rather determined expression on her face, when she too heard the first yelp of surprise from Connor. Rolling her eyes resignedly, she picked up a large coil of fairy lights from the ground, slung it over her shoulder and wandered round the back to the poolside. And was stopped in her tracks by the scene that met her eyes... Connor MacLeod was shirtless and lying dazed on the ground while a small figure painted patterns on his chest from a squeezy bottle.

The new arrival examined the situation briefly, dropped the fairy lights to the ground, and spoke (with a Scottish accent, natch).

"Ennaj? Do you really think you should be doing that?"

Ennaj looked up in surprise, then nodded enthusiastically. The new person (who, it could now be seen, bore a striking resemblance to Ennaj) started to speak again, then paused, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait a minute, is that chocolate sauce?"

"uh-huh" replied the spook with a wicked grin. "he's tasty. wanna play? we can make a sundae"

On the ground, Connor collected himself enough to look up, hoping that this new arrival would be able to extricate him from his position. But as soon as he saw the unholy grin spreading across her face, he gave it up as a lost cause and resigned himself to his sweet, sticky fate...

"OK" said the newcomer. "Pass the bottle", and pounced.

In contrast to the earlier silence, the garden was now filled with sound. Yelps and giggles and strange squirting noises filled the air, followed by happy sighs and soft moans.

Eventually, a voice spoke.

"too much sauce. i feel sick - want to play mirrorball now, twin?"

"Nope, here's good for me. I'm still hungry," came the reply.

"Do I get an option?" asked Connor faintly from the bottom of the pile of bodies. The two heads shook rapidly and there were twin sniggers as he tried to look miserable and put upon (and failed miserably).

"Don't be silly. Anyway, you know you're enjoying this. Ennaj, why don't you go find some of the others? I'm sure they'll play mirrorball with you."

Ennaj looked sulky. "looked. couldn't find em."

Her twin thought briefly. "Did you try under the beds? Or in the cupboards?"

"oooh. good idea," Ennaj carolled happily and bounced to her feet. "music?"

"NIN," came the distracted reply.

"perrrfect"

And Ennaj cartwheeled off inside the house, pausing only to pick up her box and the discarded fairy lights. After a short silence, the heavy bass of industrial rock could be heard. The new arrival grinned, settled more comfortably on top of her prey and picked up the bottle again.

Ok, Connor admitted to himself after a while. The chocolate sauce thing was actually quite good fun but he was a little worried about what might be in store for his kinsman.

"How do you play mirrorball?" he asked.

"Oh it's quite easy... Ennaj sets the mirrorball spinning and treats every dot of light it produces on someone's body as a target. She likes to use the chopsticks..."

"She's going to skewer Duncan?" Connor gasped in alarm.

"No, I persuaded her to only do that with vampires. Everyone else she just tickles. And she's quite good at sneakily removing people's clothes while they're wiggling about too"

There was a sudden series of thumping noises from upstairs in the house followed by a burst of laughter and shouts of protest.

"Duncan" muttered Connor.

"Mmmm-hmmm. Hold still..."

After a bit, there was a further commotion in the house. Footsteps ran along the upper floor and stopped abruptly with a loud thud. The two in the garden stopped their play and grinned as more laughter started, mixed with swear words in several languages.

"Must be Methos"

"Mmmm. Must be."

"Think we should rescue them?"

"Nah, wait till it gets quiet--it's much safer! My turn for the bottle..."

"No it's not--I'm nowhere near finished with that..."

"C'mon, give me a turn! Give it here"

"Hey!"

There was a brief struggle before the victor raised the bottle triumphantly. *squirt...thhhpt...ffff*

"Damn. It's empty," said a disappointed voice.

"Relax, we've got more in the larder," said Connor.

"I knew you were enjoying this..." grinned the newcomer.

Entering the house, the sticky pair stopped dead in shock and then collapsed in hysterical laughter. If they hadn't been so busy fighting over the possession of the chocolate sauce they would have realized that the only sounds from the house were from the NIN CD. And the reason why was waiting for them in the living room.

They laughed so much that Mathos and Duncan dragged themselves up from the exhausted puddles Ennaj had left them in and staggered downstairs to find out what was going on, trailing bits of clothing behind them. (Duncan's shirt was hanging from one arm and Methos had managed to lose his trousers, though he wasn't entirely sure how that had happened). Once in the room, they too were unable to keep from laughing.

By now, Connor, was sliding helplessly down the wall. Methos discovered he hadn't breathed for a few minutes and turned away to try a reclaim some oxygen and Duncan just leaned against the doorframe and whooped, tears sliding down his face.

In the centre of the room sat Ennaj, looking upwards with a rapt expression. And above her...

...suspended from the ceiling fan...

...was Richie. Wrapped in flashing fairy lights and spinning gently like a large, human shaped mirrorball.

"Guys? Guys?" he hissed. "Stop laughing! Get me down, I'm getting dizzy!"

"But you look so festive," gasped Methos, sending Duncan (who'd almost managed to stop laughing) back into fits of giggles. "I think we've found the perfect decoration for the next par-tay!"

Richie's look of disgust only made them laugh more but after a long time, the shoulders stopped shaking and the peals of mirth died away into gasps for breath. Throughout it all, Ennaj sat mesmerized beneath her bauble, oblivious to the commotion around her. A phenomenon that Methos eventually noticed.

"Rich, we'll get you down in a minute. I promise. But this may be our best chance to get this new evil twin under control"

"You're righ,t" said Duncan. "She's completely hypnotized! Let's grab her, quick!"

They surged forward only to be met by a ferocious glare from the newcomer (who they'd temporarily forgotten about) that made them back off rapidly.

"God, if looks could kill..." murmured Duncan. "Connor, who's your friend? She glares worse than you do!"

"Gentlemen, I just prevented you from making a very foolish move. No one with any sense would try and grab this particular evil twin. Just stand back and I'll show you how it's done..."

She rooted around in Ennaj's box before moving to the hifi. The music suddenly changed from rock to Celtic flavored dance, soothing and melodic. Then she quietly walked over to Ennaj and sat down beside her.

"look. pretty." said the sprite.

"Very. I like the lights." There was a pause while the two of them watched Rich revolve, eerily similar smiles on their faces. Then the less manic one spoke again.

"Have you introduced yourself to k'lynn yet?"

"uh-uh"

"Don't you want to give her those presents? I think she's really going to like them. Why don't you go and find her and try and make friends? She's in the closet with the locks on the outside and I know she has lots of fun things to play with..."

There was another silence.

"o-kay" said Ennaj, climbing to her feet and wandering up the stairs humming happily along with the music. They heard a door open and a quiet "k'lynn?" then the door slammed shut and everyone sighed in relief.

"See? Subtlety is always best," said the strange female. "I think you can take care of the rest by yourself. Here's a list of the stuff in her box. I've got to go." She sauntered out the house, casually tossing back a final remark, "You'd better find somewhere for Ennaj to stay permanently quick though, she likes a lot of space to dance and if you don't find somewhere, she will." And then she was gone.

Duncan and Connor began trying to lower Rich from the ceiling and untangle him while Methos picked up the list and began trying to find out what the music playing was.

"Ok, Connor, who was that?" asked Duncan as he unwound the lights from Rich's feet.

"You didn't get her name before you let her rip your shirt off? I'm shocked" replied the elder Highlander.

"Not Ennaj, the other one!"

"Well, from the resemblance I'd guess that was Janne," put in Methos from across the room.

"I think you're right. Though as far as wikkidness goes, there isn't really much of a difference" smirked Connor.

There was a chorus of "what does that mean?" from the rest but Connor just grinned infuriatingly and began winding up the string of lights. He'd just stood to put them with the box when Duncan asked a final question.

"Connor? Why do you have chocolate sauce in your belly button?"

The End

Written by JanneCDC

December 2002

�Hot damn, that�s a lot of stuff!� announced Rich. He held the document up at arm length to view it, then fixed the other immortals with a long look. �Just how are we supposed to find room for all of this?�

�Well, for certain we can�t put her in with k�lynn. The little spectre is fixated on things that stick together � like paper clips, zippers, Velcro, and coat hangers; not things that take apart, like knives, scissors and scalpels.� This lengthy pronouncement was from Methos, who was always keenly observant despite his casual demeanor most of the time.

Connor, studying the list, smiled.

�Quit that.�

Connor flinched guiltily at the sharp tone of his clansman. Methos looked inquiringly at Duncan MacLeod, who gave him an eyebrow quirk that meant �Never mind.�

�We could try putting her at the end of the house in that spare exercise room. The floor isn�t strong enough for the weight set and we never use it,� Duncan suggested.

�Kind of off by itself, though. We might want to keep her a bit closer, more centrally located, like k�lynn,� Methos returned. �If she gets loose, we�d find out more quickly.�

�Centrally located is good,� Connor said innocently.

�Quit that.�

Methos looked puzzled. Connor isn�t doing anything, so why is Duncan all over him?

�A central location, a central location,� Rich said aloud, thinking. �The only spots in the middle of the house are the kitchen, the living room areas, the garage, the art room where k�lynn gets to go berserk when we let her, lahoffy�s rock-n-roll haven�.�

�DON�T take away the haven! I just got it soundproofed so my ears quit shaking when she decides to rock out!� stated Duncan, alarmed by the very thought. �When she wants music, she wants the band to sound like they�re in the room, you know!�

Rich rolled his eyes dramatically at his mentor. �Mac, you�re just too old to appreciate the finer things like rock. Now where was I?�

�Central locations,� reminded Methos, smirking at Duncan�s scowl.

�There�s the empty room that butts up against mine,� Connor announced to no one in particular.

�QUIT that!� Duncan remonstrated, more firmly.

This time Rich noticed. �Just what are you barking at Connor about, Mac? �Quit� what?�

�Don�t you see the list?� incredulously demanded Duncan.

�I�m just trying to find her a spot so she can have all her toys!� protested the elder Highlander. �Remember how k�lynn reacted when we took her bubble wrap and hangers away? You�d think the house was going to fall down! I don�t know about you, but I�m not interested in tangling with a little Scottish pyro with sharp chopsticks!�

Duncan swung around, face to face with his brother. �Eh? Why don�t you tell them the truth, Connor? That you want her close and central so you can sneak in and share that bottle of Glenmorangie! That�s what you�re angling at, isn�t it? And you want a gander at that sgian-dhu � and to see if she knows some old dances to some of that piper�s music!�

Connor leaned closer to his kinsman, with his shoulders squared and his jaw thrust out determinedly. It was a typical pose for their usual verbal fencing � but this time, the older man didn�t say a thing. His mouth twitched a few times as if to make some protest � but nothing came out.

�See?� Duncan quipped to the listeners. �Now, quit that, and help us figure out where we can contain her!�

�I�ve got it!� announced Rich. �The garage! You never park the T-bird in there anyway and it�s got lots of room and shelves. She can hang her mirror ball from the center post of the ceiling and crank the music because your room is on the other side of the house. It�s got its own ceiling sprinklers, because Connor keeps the fireworks in there, and she can put her gargoyle just outside the door as a warning marker.�

�I don�t know about that�� muttered Connor. He knew who would get tagged to clean the garage. He had stacked crates to the ceiling when he moved in, unable to part with his trinkets from the past. Everything had been put into boxes hurriedly and without proper packaging. To move it, and put everything into permanent storage, would require repacking almost every single piece correctly. It needs to be done, but � it will take weeks � maybe a month!

�And you can�t get into the garage without us hearing the door squeak,� proudly announced Duncan.

Connor looked chagrined.

�There�s room for her to dance,� chuckled Methos, who suspected the old Scot of such thinking all along.

�What the devil is a �siguey doo�, anyway?� interjected Rich. Both Highlanders groaned.

�You,� Methos pointed one finger at Connor. �You have to clean the garage and pack out all of those boxes. I would suggest hiring someone in, cause I saw the way that stuff arrived.�

�I reckoned as much,� he said gloomily.

�And get every popper, whizzer, spin-flare-do-hinkey firecracker OUT of that room before she moves in!� ordered Duncan.

�I know. I know.� Connor trudged away, looking morose.

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k�lynn was startled to hear her closet open for the second time that day. �Wot now? Wot now? Moooor gooooodies?� she prattled in a high state of excitement. The elder Highlander stepped quickly in and slammed the door behind him. �Connie? Delightful, delectible, devilish, determined, dyno-mite Connie?�

�Dynamite?� whispered an accented voice from the dark recesses of the closet.

�Hi k�lynn. I came to pout in your closet. Can I pout in your closet with you?� he said, not registering the second very faint voice.

�Connie pout? Connie cute pout. Pout, Connie, pout,� prattled on k�lynn. She opened a small tin and produced an assortment of glow stars in bright colors, which she dumped on her lap. �Stars in lap, Connie. See? Stars no up. Stars in lap!"

�Yes, yes, I see the stars.� And he dismissed them with a vague wave of his hand. �Do you know that they want me to clear out the garage!? The WHOLE garage! There must be forty-six boxes of stuff, stacked clear to the heavens in there, from when I moved in and NOW they want me to clear them out! By myself or hire someone in. Do you know how much it costs to hire a crew and then hope to God that they don�t drop something 400 years old, and older, while they�re packaging it correctly and moving it? And how do you insure something like that when the insurance company demands to know where you GOT it in the first place!?� He paced as he talked, arms gesturing and his sneakers crunching on a medley of paper chains, bottle caps and other debris on the floor. �And I�m immortal. And I keep things, k�lynn. Lots of things.�

�Boxes stacked to heaven? See stars from up there,� sing-songed k�lynn.

�Dynamite?� said the whispery voice in the back.

�No, no, no. I was speaking figuratively. I meant there�s just a lot of boxes, all over.�

�Like stars,� giggled k�lynn, stirring the glow in her lap.

�It�s a lot of work. Plus I have to run the store � and the tree house needs a new roof after that last rain squall � and three of the horses need their shoes refitted this week. How am I supposed to get it all done?� Connor continued to lament.

�Move boxes, why?� asked the CDC spectre innocently.

�Umm,� the immortal floundered abruptly. How do you tell one deranged wild child that another one has arrived? Would she be upset? Would she feel jealous? He was going to have to double up on the snacks and bubble wrap to appease the little deviant. He didn�t want her feeling bereft or forgotten, like he had felt so long ago in the Highlands when he was driven from hearth and kin. �Well, they � uh � Duncan wants � he needs to�.�

� U like stars, Connie?� and k�lynn offered one blue one to the stuttering Highlander.

�Dynamite?� whispered the accented voice from the dark depths.

�Stars. Yes, k�lynn, I like the stars just�� he paused and focused on the glowing object in his fingers. �Stars? Who got you the stars?� He blinked � and had the most catastrophic feeling settle into his bones. �Where did you get the stars, k�lynn?�

�Sister give. Sister talk strange, like Connie. Listen�.�

�Dynamite?�

�Holy cow!�

�No,� k�lynn returned, puzzled, �no cows. No room for cows. Smelly, swish tails too much, hay prickly. No cows. Just sister.�

�Sister?� he said incredulously.

�Dynamite?� repeated the accented voice. Then, from the back, disentangling from a dark corner of coats and carrying a hubcap that Connor had polished to sheen � slowly emerged the newcomer. Her hair was awry and her eyes were wild. She clicked her nails against the hubcap ominously and studied him. �Dynamite?�

�No dynamite. Just Connie. Connie dyno-mite. Ennaj, this Connie. Connie, this sister-friend.� k'lynn didn�t even look away from the yellow glow star in her hand that she was admiring. �Connie do fun things with string.�

�No dynamite?� Ennaj sounded annoyed and she tapped louder on the hubcap.

�Now, just be easy there, lass. We can�t have dynamite in the house because it�s too dangerous for � um � for � for the mortals. Aye, the mortals.�

�Lass? Aye?� she repeated, eyeing him with brighter orbs. It was as if she picked up all the meager light from the glow stars and reflected them all eerily.

Connor was sidling towards the closet door and struck it with his heel, the classic signal to someone outside to let him out. k'lynn�s door had been changed to a self locking one months ago. Whoever was inside was a prisoner until let back out. No one opened the door and he hit it again � then again.

Ennaj advanced, step-by-step, her head cocked sideways. She was four feet away when she stopped and studied him, tense and poised for action. Then, abruptly, she whipped out a bottle from her motley assortment of clothes and said brightly: �Whisky?�

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Slide, thump.

�What the heck is that noise?� Duncan inquired to the room. Rich was working on a thesis for a college class and Methos was buried in what looked to be an epic.

Slide, thump.

�I have no idea, but it might be Connor starting to work on the garage.� This came from Methos, who didn�t even look up.

Duncan waited for a moment, on his feet, before sighing. �I should go and help him, you know. He helped me move the last time and he was the first one up and the last one to bed every night.�

�So? Go help.� This from Methos, who didn�t look up.

Duncan left.

Slide, thump.

�How am I supposed to think with that noise going on?� Rich complained.

�Ignore it.� Methos said, not looking up.

Slide, thump.

�Damn it all!� and the younger man slapped shut his laptop and went off to see what the noise was about.

�The patience of youth,� Methos commented without looking up.

Slide, thump. Slide, thump. Slide, thump.

One of the CDC girls came through with her arms laden with snacks and drink glasses. Methos looked up for this, but she didn�t even pause for him and walked right through the library. He raised an eyebrow as she disappeared and then shut the heavy tome in his hands.

Slide, thump.

�I suppose I�d better go investigate,� he said to the books that covered the walls. �I�ll just follow all of these �slide, thumps�, to find them.�

Through the living room, past the open foyer, around the sun room chock full of plants � Methos was stunned to find k�lynn�s closet door wide open. He peered cautiously into the depths, knowing that if her door was open, the little spitfire wasn�t in there anymore. Yet, the compound was quiet and there were no shouts of alarm.

Slide, thump.

�Except for that infernal noise,� Methos added dryly. He went on, following the telltale thumps that led him straight to the garage, where he encountered a fascinating sight!

The CDCers were moving the contents of the garage along with Connor, Duncan, and Rich. This, in itself, wasn�t peculiar. The whole compound showed up for special events for the most part. No, what was fascinating was k�lynn and Ennaj, half babbling nonsense to each other and half clearly coherent�moving boxes!

�Ennaj takes apart. k�lynn puts together,� chanted one.

�This one shiny. Give to Connie.�

�Shinyshinyshinyshiny,� pattered Ennaj and she slid the box to Duncan, who was standing astride two stacks of boxes, ten feet off the floor.

Slide.

�Heads,� shouted the young Scot and he tossed it down to a trampoline on the floor and Rich caught it on the first bounce off.

Thump.

Connor peered into the box and chuckled at the contents. �Part of a set of antique dishes, two brass umbrella stands, and a shepherd�s lamp. Send it to the truck for storage,� he said and handed it off to the next person in the line.

�This one sharp. Give to Connie.�

�Sharp? Sharp? Sharp?�

�No-no, sister. Sharp, give to Connie. Connie share later, okay?�

�Sharp?� Then, more solemnly, �Share later?�

�Share later. Pass it down, wench,� called the elder Scot up the enormous pile of boxes.

Ennaj chortled. �Wench? Aye!�

Slide, thump.

Methos took it all in: Ennaj, cutting open crates with a black handled dagger and sliding it to the spectre. k�lynn, sitting atop an enormous stack of bubble wrap and swathing object after object with care, then putting them in smaller boxes. Duncan, halfway to the ceiling, bareback and sweating, wrestling boxes down. The Highlander on the ground looking into boxes and calling the contents out aloud. Sharz wrote the list of items he named, along with the box number, in rows of neat green ink. The rest of the CDCers formed a human chain leading out the door to a moving truck.

�I see you ended up with the whisky, Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod,� dryly remarked Methos. He spotted the table with the glasses.

�I have to spring for a new bottle for her. And when we�re done and it�s night, we have to fire off some poppity-pops,� returned the man in question.

�Poppity pops?� laughed Rich, catching another box.

�Poppitypop, poppitypop, poppitypop, poppitypop, poppitypop!� sing-songed a voice from near the ceiling.

Connor pantomimed a rocket going up and then exploding, without making a sound. �Shhh,� he cautioned. �They get too excited and drop things if you start talking about those things!�

�Oh. I see.� Methos grinned. �Okay, what do you need me to do in this chain gang?�

�You?� Duncan called from the ceiling. �You�re the truck driver!�

~The End~

MacNair, kidnapped by Muses Dec, 2002
Blame belongs squarely on the shoulders of k�lynn and Ennaj! Please let me go now!

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