An Immortal at the Chalet School by whitequeen
Summary: An Immortal attends the Chalet School, for reasons of her own.
Categories: St Scholastika's House Characters: Minor character(s)
School Period: Tyrol
School Name: Chalet School
Genre: Crossover
Series: None
Chapters: 13 Completed: Yes Word count: 6079 Read: 30574 Published: 14 Oct 2011 Updated: 30 Oct 2011
Chapter 10: Waiting by whitequeen
I made the bed and replaced the floorboard exactly before I left, and wore the long coat that was not exactly uniform. It was, of course, raining again.

I looked in the direction of the church as I walked, but didn’t go there. One way or another, this had to end. I had decided to go to the San. If he wasn’t there, this early, I would wait. No doubt he would turn up eventually. I wondered what had prompted him to take the identity of a doctor. Adam did it to help mortals, futile as that sounded to those like us. I knew this “Dr. McCarthy” didn’t care about mortals at all, so it seemed an odd choice.

As I neared the San I wondered what they at the school would think when they discovered I had gone. How long would it take them to realise I was nowhere on the school grounds, not playing some kind of prank or stealing away for time alone? They would probably look for me, and then consult my “uncle” before trying to contact the parents I had invented. The parents would prove impossible to find, and if I lost here, so would the uncle, I guessed. I wondered just how far they would take the search before giving up.

My teacher, Duncan MacLeod, always told me not to go into a fight thinking about losing. If you did that, he said, you’d already lost. So I tried to dismiss that line of thinking, and instead considered – if I won – just how furious they’d be with me when and if I went back. And how I would explain it.

It was typical that I had started actually learning something of maths just before I ended up leaving.

I looked at the San through the haze of early morning light and rain, and when I was close enough, I sensed Immortal presence. I knew it wasn’t Adam, so this was it. No waiting. It didn’t take long before he came out.

We retreated some distance from the San, where we wouldn’t be seen or disturbed. He took off his white coat and tossed it aside, swinging his blade in both hands.
This story archived at