I decided that it would be fun to try this with another fandom. This comes from the Ace of Base song "Que Sera", off their album "The Bridge". I listened to "Que Sera" a lot while I was writing my Highlander/Tomorrow People crossover, "With Human Blood and Human Tears". It seems fitting, then, that this takes place a short time after that story.
Song lyrics are quoted in // and belong to the group Ace of Base.
Georgina Lewis shrugged as she hurried down the street. She liked London, enjoyed the anonymity of being one face in a busy city. As long as she didn't speak, she was part of the crowd.
Just a moment ago, she had felt another of her kind. The characteristic sensation had gone through her, chilling her in the seventy degree weather that was considered warm there. She caught sight of the other Immortal, who had stared at her for a moment, and then immediately gone in the opposite direction. Like her, he had not wanted a fight.
She didn't know who he was, and she would bet he hadn't the slightest idea about her, either.
/She's in the wrong place at the wrong time
Who's to blame/
Although she knew that there were Immortals who were like her and didn't like to fight, every time she encountered another Immortal, she was afraid. Deathly afraid. She barely knew how to fight, and she wasn't likely to in future hanging around Adam.
Her Adam, that was. Not that she was overly worried about the Immortal named Adam that she recently encountered. He wasn't much of a fighter. More a historian, like herself. But she still wished she hadn't encountered him, hadn't insisted on keeping an eye on her husband.
But she had. Just like every other time she'd encountered another Immortal. And it wasn't going to change, and it wasn't going to get any easier.
/She wonders how to change
the life she's living
She wonders if she'll ever get away/
It hadn't been easy from the moment she woke up in the warehouse. After Alberta had explained her new life to her, she'd been close to despair. To become the Watched, instead of the Watcher, to constantly live a fiction. At least she was in her first life and she didn't have to change her name yet. Maybe somewhere, there was a way to become mortal, to not be stuck fighting for your life with a sword.
She'd seen that there was a way to not wage wars. Adam and his kind would see that the world would be peaceful. How she envied their ability to just pop away from danger, to not worry about killing. Of course, associating with them was a heavy thing. Adam kept her much to the standards of his own kind, hoping against hope that she'd become another Darius. But that was not the way she chose to live.
She wished things were easier.
/As far as I can see, the writing's on the wall
There's no return, we live, we learn,
The game goes on and on/
But she couldn't live her life just hoping that she would escape, somehow, from her cursed Immortality. She had a new perspective. She had a new life. She would probably never gone to London, met Adam and his friends, if she had not been what she was. She'd taken a head, which meant she was a player in the Game. How long she lived was up to her.
And there was absolutely nothing Adam could do about it.
/Que sera
I like you but I don't
really want to take you home/
And there was nothing he could do about the danger, either. Friends and lovers of Immortals were constantly at risk in the Game. She'd warned him, she'd warned all of them about the dangers that everyone close to an Immortal faced. Maybe they took their cue from Michael. Foolish man, he'd married her despite having a decade's knowledge of what happened to those who loved Immortals. At least Adam and company had an excuse. No one could easily hold one of them without them popping off.
She'd always wondered why mortals stuck around Immortals. Now, she would never know.
/Que sera
It's a lonely life
Living on my own/
Every Immortal was a loner, by chance or by circumstance. The evil ones tended to make no close friendships, the good ones tended to be loners because something always happened to their mortal friends. Immortals had to worry about mortals surviving and growing old.
She had to worry about Michael, and Adam, and the others. Michael, because he would have no natural kids with her. Adam and the others, because they would gradually be her age and older. It would feel strange to look the same age someday. And what would it feel like when Adam was a grandfather? No one would truly understand. She wasn't sure she understood now.
/Que sera
What's it gonna be, what's it gonna be/
But she was stuck with them. They were stuck with her. Maybe Michael would understand, just living with her. Or maybe Adam or the others might get a clue. They read minds enough. If anyone would understand, they would.
/She left her home when she was seventeen
Simply disappeared in the rain
Those were bad times so it was high time
She knows she'd do it again/
She'd been seventeen when she found out about the Watchers and the Immortals. One could say that it was destiny that she had walked into Antony's fight in the park. She wondered if he and his opponent had sensed her during their fight. She must have sent off signals to almost every Immortal she had Watched.
It hadn't been easy to leave home. She'd been lucky to be skipped a grade in elementary school. Otherwise, she'd been ordinary. An ordinary teenager, which meant her parents found her incomprehensible. After graduating from high school, she'd left home to be trained by the Watchers. Eventually, she had talked to them. At least she was talking to them by the time she died.
But she knew she would have gone with Helen anyway. Maybe it was destiny.
/She wonders how
she's going to make a living
She wonders if she'll make it through the day/
The Watchers had taught her to have a cover. She'd specialized on Sales. A well-experienced salesperson, she had enough experience to get a job wherever she ended up. But England had been different, and she'd been lucky to get a job of the same type. Besides, she was getting tired of sales. It was too close to what she did when she was with the Watchers.
Eventually, she'd have to find a new profession. Luckily she had enough time to learn one. Maybe someday she'd try an antique store. Enough Immortals ran them. Or maybe she'd try to be a nun. If they were still in existence in a couple of decades.
/As far as I can see, I've seen it all before
A lonely girl in a big bad world
The game goes on and on/
She had seen a lot in her thirty-four years. She knew about the Game, its infinite variations, and its participants and how they lived their lives. She would never be welcome among them, for her past, but she would have to cope. She would learn to be alone as she lived with the Game.
/Que sera
I like you but I don't
Really want to take you home/
She'd refused the Immortal Adam Pierson a chance to get into her life. He was an old one, a powerful one, and she shared his interest in history. Or rather, they shared an interest in history, but then, many Immortals did. But she still didn't regret her choice. Maybe someday, when he had given up deceiving the Watchers, she'd welcome him, get to know him.
There was so much she wanted to ask, and he had the potential to be the only good friend she had.
/Que sera
It's a lonely life
Living on my own/
But right now was not the time. She'd have to live in the mortal world, pretend to be mortal, and suffer until someone could understand her. It wasn't time, yet.
/Que sera
What's it gonna be, what's it gonna be/
But she had her future ahead of her. Even if she had no idea what it was going to be like, she knew she'd survive it. She had so much to see, so much to do. Choices to make.
Maybe she'd live.