Date: Sat, 4 Jan 1997 15:16:17 -0700 Reply-To: Sarah Baker Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Sarah Baker Subject: Room With A View (1/1) To: Multiple recipients of list FKFIC-L OK, I apologize in advance --- this came to me late one night during Christmas (I've been saving it). It is a short, ridiculous crossover between Nick at Knight and Nick at Night. Well, you'll see... Comments are more than welcome! And, of course, the characters are not mine. ROOM WITH A VIEW by Sarah Baker (zeke@rt66.com) Nick slammed the door to the elevator open and walked into the loft. His steps echoed with anger as he ripped off his coat and threw it across the room. He nearly tore the refrigerator door from its hinges as he opened it and took out one bottle for each hand. Sinking his teeth into the corks and spitting them in the general direction of the garbage made him feel only slightly better. Nick took a large swallow from each bottle. 'You don't really try.' Don't really try?? How could she possibly even think that? Nick crossed the room, dragging the bottles with him, and flopped on the sofa. He took another long drink as the scene from moments ago replayed in his mind. Natalie had given him a ride home, since the Caddy was still in the shop. She had been in a really foul mood, and was looking for someone to take it out on. Nick could feel her frustration, and knew that it really had nothing to do with him. She was having a rotten week at work, as they all were, and she seemed to be hitting the bottom. Nick had invited her up to the loft for 'tea'. It was an innocent offer that ignited the fuse. "Why? So I can watch you consume another gallon or two of your steer's blood? So I can listen to more of your excuses for letting the protein drinks rot in the fridge?? I don't think so. I'd rather go home and talk to Sidney!! At least he doesn't make excuses for what he is!!" Nick had been thrown against the car door by her attack. Even if he did know the cause, it still hurt. "OK. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for the ride." He spoke calmly as he got out of the car. His lack of reaction seemed to make it worse. She continued before he could close the door. "Maybe not. I really don't want to see you for a while." "Natalie?" he asked as he held the door open and leaned in. "I'm just sick of working so hard on *your* cure! You don't really try, do you?" With that, she hit the accelerator. The speed of her initial movement pulled the door out of his hand and it closed with a bang. She left him facing the new building that had just gone up across the street. He thought he saw a face watching them from a third floor window. Oh well, some of the folks in the retirement apartments probably got an eye and ear full. He took another long drink, almost finishing off the first bottle. How could she think that he didn't try? He had tried to tell her, but there was no way for her to comprehend. In frustration, he threw the nearly empty bottle against the wall, and felt a little relief as it shattered and the last of the blood dripped slowly down the wall. But it wasn't enough. He needed to get out... to fly. He had a little darkness left. Looking up, he rose through the skylight and stopped on the edge of the roof. He took another drink from the second bottle and looked around, trying to decide which way to go. Across the street, binoculars crashed to the floor of the third floor apartment. "Abner!! Abner!!" a screech rang out. "You gotta come see this! There's a man standing on the roof across the street! And I saw him *fly* up there!! Abner!!" "Gladys, calm down!" Abner turned the page of his newspaper. "I don't care what you saw. We are not moving *again*! Just go take your medicine, would you? Please?" Gladys 'eeked' in frustration as she watched the man across the street rise quickly into the air and disappear. THE END