This story takes place after Angel loses his soul and before he goes to Hell.
It also takes place in a universe that omits or is before the death of Richie on Highlander and McLeod’s Dark Quickening
The characters of Angel/Angelus, Buffy, and all of the others in Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to WB while Joe Dawson, Duncan McLeod and Richie and other Highlander characters belong to the producers of Highlander
If I butcher these characters, it has no standing on the shows themselves. The characters San Salvador and Johnny are of my creation and can’t be use without my permission.
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Mr. Joe Dawson,
If this letter reaches you, I’m most likely dead. I have asked San to get you a copy of my journal for hopes that the Watchers might understand what I did and why I did it.. San promised me that she would write down any sort of gaps that might occur in my journal due to my death. I’m sorry and I hope you forgive me someday for what I have done.
John Alberts, ex-Watcher
Journal records...
April 26, 1995
My name is John Alberts but my friends call me Johnny or John. I am now officially a Watcher, part of a group of people whose purpose is to observe Immortals. This is my first assignment and I hope I live up to what my father did before he died. My first assignment is to observe a sixty-nine year old Immortal named San Salvador. According to Watcher records, the last two Watchers died doing their duty following her. She was known during the late fifties, sixties and early seventies as the Black Rose Assassin for her involvement with the black ops CIA. The other Watchers died due to gunfire during her hunting of drug lords in Latin America and drug syndicates in the U.S. I am to keep track of her until a better suited Watcher gets to me after a year or so. The reason why I was chosen wasn’t because of experience but rather due to my physical fitness. I could keep up with her and fight my way out of any situation that follows her if I have too. I caught up with San as she made her way between San Antonio to Phoenix. This assignment is a once in an opportunity for me to prove myself to the Watchers.
October 12, 1995
Following San as usual. She apparently is doing some detective work in San Diego that has to do with curtailing drug shipments from Mexico or that is as much as I can figure by following her.
October 13, 1995 8:00 pm.
Watching her leave the building that we are residented in while I listen to a jazz station. Lost sight of her. I try to find her with my binoculars but with no avail. I had found the building that she was renting from and got a room down the hall in which I could keep an eye on her. I start to turn around and plan on leaving hoping to find her when I feel a knife point gently touching my throat.
"I want to know what you are doing watching me day after day? " A questioning female voice whispers to me.
"I’m not watching you. " I answered quickly.
"I don’t think your telling me the truth. Who are you working for? You’re too good to be a normal Peeping Tom. Are you one of the Team? One of Johnson’s boys? Or maybe a Green? "
"I don’t know who you are talking about. I don’t work for any of those people. "
"Then who do you work for!? "
"Please put away your knife San, and I’ll tell you everything that I know. "
I felt the knife being removed and heard the blade being sheathed. I turn around and see a beautiful pair of flashing green eyes looking hotly at me. " This is going to take a while to explain. " I didn’t want to be blunt. Blunt would mean sharp, as in knife.
"I have all day. " she replies softly.
San Salvador looked at her now known Watcher with disbelief. A group of people with the sole task of watching Immortals. That is kind of neat to her but a bit creepy. She wonders how many Immortals know about their watchers. As Johnny continued with what he knew about the Watcher organization, a bit of outrage sank in. " I wonder, just how close do you guys watch us. Especially you. " She had visions of bugs and mini cameras in her shower even though she checks around once every couple of days.
San watched as Johnny walked over to the fridge and pulled out an imported liquor. She watched as he quickly poured himself a glass and quickly waters his down in a barely noticeable motion.
"We only watch your outside life with others and your participation in the Game. The one major rule we have is that we don’t interfere with Immortals lives. Do you want some of this? It is a very good year. "
"Sure," San smiled, " I love some. " Two can play at the drinking game. She hopes kiddenly that the potted plant isn’t underaged.
What the next hour of conversion comes down too is skill, wit, and the ability to hold down liquor without throwing up or passing out. Johnny was drinking watered down liquor while San was sharing hers with the potted plant. Both of them were feeling fuzzy around the edges but both were acting more drunk than they really were.
San started to put on a bit of a patentable drunken slur and said, " It was ki-nd off you to ex-plain all of this to me. A’ll talk to you later. "
"Well shit, San. You look pretty damn wasted to me. You won’t get twenty feet out my f$@*ing door without passing out. Uthes better stay here tonight. " John’s deep southern accent slipped through.
"Okay. Okay. Just get me to a bed. " A slight giggle escapes San's mouth.
"Here, just grab on and we’ll get there together. " With a motion appropriate to seasick passengers on a small boat on uneven water, they manage to get to the bedroom. With a little help from Johnny, San manages to get into the bed. Johnny grabs a pillow and starts heading out but a grip on his arm stops him.
"Hey. Wheere you going, silly. Thought you might want some fun with me. "
"We’re both drunk and it would be better not to do something we might regret later. " An attempt at chivalry by the Watcher. " I better sleep on the couch."
"Then we better both stop acting, shall we, and get down to business. " The drunken note in San’s voice disappeared.
"Guess we should. " San yanks John down on top of her. The next hours become a test of endurance and creativity that started with San and Johnny stripping each others clothes off and ending with them tangled in sheets, sweat stained, and exhausted with the effort of their joint acrobatics.
The next thing John knows is there is light coming through the blinds and there is a beautiful Immortal cuddled in his arms.
"Oh, shit."
"Good morning to you too, sunshine. " A long lingering wake up kiss that John thoroughly enjoys.
"You do know that I am thoroughly in deep, deep trouble with Mr. Joe because of this. "
"Who are you talking about? "
"My boss."
"Why do you need to tell him anything? He will never know."
"Somehow he will. He’s just that way. "
"You’re almost as bad as McLeod sometimes. "
"Who? "
"The only Immortal I know of who is an overaged boy scout."
"Oh." Coming from a former assassin who now hunts drug dealers for a living that could mean anything. "I better call him anyways. I’ve got an idea. Would you mind me traveling with you? You know, doing my Watcher thing like always but instead be with you."
"No. I won’t let you do that. You’ll get yourself killed."
"I can take care of myself, San. And if I can’t, won’t it be easier to save me than it would to save someone who might be around you and might get in the way. At least if I get in a situation with you, you know that I’m there." John's babbling now.
"Stop gibbering, silly. If you want to come with me, it’s fine. So how to you prevent your friends from getting a new Watcher from following us?"
"I’ll try to convince Joe to not do that." With that John picks up the phone and dials a memorized number.
"Joe’s. " A tired male voice answered.
"Yes, I would like to speak with Mr. Joe."
"Just wait a minute, please." So John waits the minute.
"Yes, this is Dawson, John."
"I have a bit of a problem. I sort of bent the Rules a bit."
"What happened? You didn’t interfere with the Game did you?" A note of worry sounded in his voice.
"No. But there was interference of a sort."
"So, What happened?"
"I was watching Salvador yesterday night when she disappeared from my view. I looked around for a minute and then was planning to leave in order to follow her, she pinned me to the wall at knife point."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes. But I was in no position to keep secrets so I told her everything I know about the Watchers."
"Geeze, what then."
"Well. . .I explained things to her over a bottle of scotch. That was when we sort of interfered. . . all over my bedroom. . . and a fair portion of the bathroom." San giggled softly.
"Okay, I get the idea. Was that Salvador just now?"
"Yes," John sighed.
"Any ideas what to do now?"
"Yes, I do." I looked at San quickly.
"No, I mean later on."
"Okay. I’ve got an idea. This ‘incident’ probably will get me kicked out of the Watchers but you guys can’t keep on sending Watchers to watch Salvador because they tend to get killed. I figure that I can stay with her and help. I can get some really good insight."
"You know that this puts you in danger with other Immortals and other people."
"Yup."
"Okay. May I speak with Salvador?"
"Sure." I hand the phone to San. She speaks to Dawson for a minute and then hands the phone back to me.
"Well that is settled." Joe said. "I guess I’ll be seeing you."
"By the way," I asked, "How did you know it was me when you picked up the phone."
"My bartender said someone who had a southern accent and called me Mr. Joe. Your the only one who does that. "
"Okay. Be seeing you. "
And that was that. To condense what happens in the next would be best because if I didn’t this wouldn’t be an account but rather an encyclopedia. I basically travel around the country with San and generally have a great time. I find out that she is slowly retiring from the drug hunting business and is trying to figure out what to do next in life. She fights one immortal on June 22, 1996 in Carson City Nevada. That is the first time I get a front row seat to a Quickening. We are down to eliminating one drug sub-organization each year.
On August 12, 1998 we find out through research that there is probably PCP being transferred from LA to surrounding communities and cities in California. San finds that the most likely course of action is to get ahold of one of the members of the PCP gang mentioned in the newspaper. The first place to try to find them is in a little town called Sunnydale, Ca. . . .
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