This is a FK/HL xover. All the FK characters and concept belong to TriStar, Inc. and the HL characters and concept belong to the Davis/Panzer Productions, Inc. No infringement is intended. The rest of the cast and this story are created and copyrighted by me. This little piece of nonsense has not been beta-read, so be warned. WATCH HER NOT by DCE aka ViciousGurl c. 1997 Alan Worth sat in his Spartan little room rolling his pen in his fingers. He stared into distance and sighed. Yes, she was one of them. And it seemed that she was indeed a new one; at least there were no earlier records of her, anywhere. So, why wasn't he more excited about it, now that he finally had his proof? After all, one didn't exactly find a new Immortal every day! She had been assigned to him when MacLeod's watcher had informed the organization of a possible new-comer. So, he had gone to Paris to keep an eye on her, to find out whether she was an Immortal or not. It hadn't been that bad, really. Paris was a great place, but she had done nothing to help him with his task. And then that tall stranger had come along and changed the setting. There was something - different - about him, and it wasn't just the fact that he only got out of the house at night time. No, there was definitely something creepy about him but Alan couldn't quite put his finger on it. But then, he wasn't his assignment, she was, so Alan had decided not to waste his energy on him, anymore. Anyway, as he had come along, all three of them had begun the 'live by night - sleep by day' routine. And they were still at it. Alan sighed again. He liked his job but he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about his working hours, as they were now. But she was his assignment and he would have to adapt to her rhythm. He would have a long time to get used to it, unless something happened to her.... Great, Alan thought, someone, please, behead her so, that I can start living by day again.... He shook his head almost smiling now. Last night he had watched her fight Juan Guardia, and win. The sight of the Quickening never seized to amaze him. And even after all his years with the Watchers he still could not quite comprehend it. He doubted that anyone ever could. What still troubled him about last night was that he didn't understand how, or when, her companion had arrived there. It was as if he had materialized from the thin air. Creepy. There was just no other word to describe it, or him. Why she was with him was beyond Alan. But it wasn't his business to wonder, merely to observe and keep the records. And speaking of records, he better get to it. He was almost certain that Maurice Casimir, Juan Guardia's watcher, had already done his final report. As he returned to his journal he heard a faint sound behind him. When he turned to see what had caused it, he was faced with the coldest, clearest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes held his eyes and they were the only thing he was aware of, now. Then he heard a voice which seemed to fill his head, his mind, his entire being. He could not ignore this voice, nor could he escape it. It filled him and he knew he would have to do exactly as the voice told him to. "You will not report of what happened last night. You can not remember last night." "Can't.... remember..." "You no longer need to watch her. You saw her cut her hand and it has taken several days to heal properly. She is *not* an Immortal." "Not an Immortal...." "You will leave Toronto and you will not come back." "Leave, and not come back." "You will forget this visit.... I was never here...." Alan blinked a few times. What was it that he had just been thinking about? He shook his head a little. What ever it had been, it was gone now. Oh well, if it was anything important it would come back to him. Now, he better get back to his report. The sooner he would finish it, the sooner he could leave Toronto. He *really* didn't liked it here. And the shadowy figure outside Alan Worth's window went on to pay a visit to a certain Maurice Casimir.... The end