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Spencer's
ChroniclesWritten by Taboo MacFru
Chapter 3
As they reached the sidewalk , Spencer asked Adam,"Your car or mine or both?"
Adam smiled at his luck and his companion, "If you feel comfortable enough, I promise you I am a safe driver. I even drive a Volvo. You can't get any safer than a Volvo."
"Well then, I guess that settles it. But be warned, I'm not always this easy.......... To persuade...... I mean, I'm not always this easy to persuade not to take my own car," she explained nervously to Adam as she gracefully got into his blue Volvo. She told herself to calm down, this is just a casual dinner, with a friendly man, interested in volunteering some of his time for a community project. He's just a civic minded guy, nice enough to invite a hard working civil servant to dinner. Don't make it more than it is. But, damn, when was the last time a man had sent her pulse racing just from touching her fingers and kissing her hand. And those soft, warm lips, what would they feel like pressed against her lips, her neck, shoulders,breast. "Stop it, Spencer, stop it right this second," she told herself.
Adam had entered the car and started the engine. He looked at Spencer and teasingly said, " I insist that all my passengers wear a seatbelt. I can't make an exception, even for a beautiful, red-headed Texan."
I'm sorry, of course, I was lost in thought there for a second. I always wear my seatbelt and insist that my passengers do,too." She babbled while fastening the belt. "It's second nature for me to just reach up and fasten that seatbelt. I'm babbling, I know, but I swear, I'm not usually like this. I can actually converse like a normal person.........."
Adam interrupted her , " Yes, I know I heard you doing so earlier with Joe and Duncan. Do I make you nervous?"
"No, of course not," Spencer lied," I'm just excited about getting two new testing sites and ................ how did you know I was from Texas?" She interrupted her denial to ask him suspiciously, "you hadn't come into Joe's yet when I told them I was from Texas."
Now it was his turn to stammer out an answer, "ah, yes, well, I could tell from your accent. It's rather faint, but it does catch an educated ear, especially when you say 'ya'll' and 'Tex-Mex'. And I've never heard anyone but a Texan use the term 'Tex-Mex'."
Cocking one eyebrow, she asked, "And you have an educated ear?"
"Yes. I have learned several languages. And accents are a sort of side effect of knowing several languages. For instance, I can tell you've had some type of diction training, probably theatrical, since you are so at ease talking with strangers. I'll bet you also do a fair amount of public speaking."
Adam said in defense of himself. "Ah, here we are. Herrerra's, the best Tex-Mex in Seacouver, m'lady."
As he came around to open her door, Spencer warned herself again not to make to much of friendliness, a few compliments and some innocent flirting. You are here to recruit this man as a volunteer, so straighten up, get you mind out of his pants, and ACT Professionally. (Even if you would like to trip him and beat him to the floor.)
When Adam and Spencer left Joe's, Duncan and Joe looked at one another and burst out laughing in unison.
"I think we just witnessed a miracle, Joe," Duncan managed to get out in between guffaws. "You'd better make a note of this date. Methos, the world's oldest living Immortal just volunteered to do something that does not directly benefit himself."
As Joe's laughter subsided, he shook his head and contradicted the Scotsman, "Are you kidding me? He volunteered in order to make a good impression on that woman. And frankly, I can't say that I blame him. Did you see those eyes?"
"Aye, I did. After I got past the legs and that chest," Duncan answered. "I think Adam may have noticed those attributes, too," he added. "He and I also noticed a faint buzz coming off of her. Joe, she's one of us. She just hasn't died the 1st time yet."
" What are you going to do? Are you going to tell her? Is Methos going to tell her?" Joe wanted to know.
"I don't know what any of us is going to do. Including you, " Duncan replied.
"Me? What do you mean, Duncan? What am I supposed to do?" Joe was truly puzzled.
"Oh, come on, Joe. You're a Watcher. You tell me what you're supposed to do," he challenged.
"Well, I'm not sure. This hasn't come up before, except with Richie, and then I didn't know that he was a .......'Pre-Immortal' I guess you'd call her. I can search the archives, but that might raise a few eyebrows......." Joe offered.
"No, before you do anything that might alert someone else, let me discuss it with Methos. Can you do that?" Duncan inquired.
"No problem. She seems like a very nice lady. I don't want to complicate her life anymore than it already will be." Joe responded, sympathetically.
"Yeah," Duncan shook his head, "she's in for a whole new world, sometime soon. Maybe it's the times, but new Immortals seem to be older when they 'cross the line'. She's probably, what? 30? 35 maybe? Or is it just the hair that's throwing me off?"
"I think 30 - 33 is probably about right. She's probably prematurely gray," he guessed , " No. I'm wrong, my hair is gray, she's got silver and white."
"It does catch the eye, doesn't it," Duncan agreed, "if you can get your gaze up that high."
The two friends went on to other subjects. As the bar began to fill with regulars and the after work crowd, Duncan relaxed at the bar, engaging Joe in converasation in between bartending duties. As Joe's relief bartender Wolfgang and semi-regular waitress, Cait, showed up to take over the serving end of the business, Joe and Duncan were about to retire to Joe's office for some privacy when Duncan noticed Methos through the window. He nudged Joe and directed his attention towards the street outside.
They watched as Methos helped Spencer from his car. They then walked down the sidewalk to a green convertible parked at the curb. Joe and Duncan stood at the side of the window watching as she pointed at the bumper and they both laughed. Then she got in the car and Methos shut the door and turned to go back to his own car. He spied his friends watching through the window, although they had tried to duck out of sight.
He got in his own car and as Spencer pulled down the street , he followed her.
"Don't worry, Joe. I'll get the details from him tomorrow, " Duncan assured the Watcher.
Part 4 will be available in about 2 weeks :) Remember, feedback is welcome... Email the MacChat's and the writer's at MacChat_Web@hotmail.com
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