From sclark@best.com Mon Mar 16 08:55:20 1998 Date: Sat, 14 Mar 1998 15:13:39 -0700 From: clark To: fkfanfic@merlin.darkmage.net Subject: The View from the Manila Folder Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website and the FTP site. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. If you're interested, drop me a line. Also, any feedback is welcome. And, as always, this is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for the use. The View from the Manila Folder by S. Clark "Ok, ok." Everyone got quiet as Tracy started waving her hands around. "How about this. We do it like 'I Love Lucy,' but with a gender reversal thing. Nat can be the working professional with Nick as the goofy, meddling househusband." Nat grinned at Nick. "Nickie, you've got some 'splaining to do." "But Nat'lie," whined Nick. "Waaahhhh!" "So what do we get to do?" asked Vachon. "We'll be the wacky couple from upstairs. Another reversal; this time we're younger." Janette pouted. "But there is not a job for moi." She sidled up next to Nick. "Perhaps I can be the sexy next-door neighbor who goes to visit while the wife is at work." Under Nat's glare, Nick freed himself from her grasp and moved out of reach, pretending to be interested in some smudge on the wall. Janette shrugged and went back to sit next to LaCroix. "Well, it was just a thought," murmured Tracy. Vachon patted her hand. "It was a nice thought." "How about one of those situation comedies where everyone lives in the same building?" asked Natalie. "Lovely idea," droned LaCroix. "I've always wanted to be a role model for the twenty-somethings." "You could be the wacky landlord," suggested Urs. LaCroix hissed at her in response. "You know," said Nick, "maybe we're just not a situation comedy group." "Such insight, Nicholas. It's only taken what, a year, to figure that out?" LaCroix brushed a speck of lint from his lapel "Almost two," added Reese, "but who's counting." "At least you were around for season three," interrupted Schanke. "I got blown up with Cohen to start off that one with a bang." He nudged Stonetree. "Get it? Blown up? Bang?" Schanke kept laughing even though he was the only one. "Wait a second, I hear something?" said Nick. "It's opening." Thelma, a file clerk for Sony Tri-Star licensing, pulled open the drawer marked 'F-G'. "Hey," came the shouts from the "Forever Knight - TV" folder. "We're in here, let us out." Thelma rolled her eyes. "I'm not going through this again. Your show's gone. Your actors have moved on. Just give it up." LaCroix concentrated on the woman, hearing her heartbeat. "You are going to help us with a reunion episode. Possibly a three picture deal. Or better yet, a fourth season." "Yeah, that's me, the one who makes those choices. Now will you quit it with that whammy thing?!?" Thelma slammed the door shut. "I hate opening that one." Judy, who was just hired on, hadn't been allowed into the cabinets yet. "Is it always like this?" "Not always. Some of them aren't remembered at all. They just grow quiet and listless; that's pretty sad. Others, though," she shrugged. "The fans hang on, it makes the characters take on a life of their own. These guys got tired of figuring out who lived and died at the end of their show so they started trying to figure out what other show they can do. Weird, it's all just weird." Muffled cries came from the drawer. Thelma motioned back towards the cabinet. "But, I will say, they're persistent."