From sclark@best.com Tue Jul 28 11:39:57 1998 Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 19:06:03 -0700 From: clark To: fkfanfic@merlin.darkmage.net Subject: Last Knight and Then Some Forgive me, all. I've just watched LK for the first time since the first time. I had to write something. Well, maybe I didn't have to but I did anyway. Love it/hate it/whatever, feedback is always welcomed and greatly appreciated. Virtual mangoes don't hurt, either. Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as FTP site. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. If you're interested, drop me a line. This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use. Last Knight and Then Some by S. Clark Natalie took a deep breath, held it for a second, then let it out. "Ok Nick. Now do you understand?" "You trust me?" he asked. She smiled a sweet smile. "Yes." "And love me?" he continued. "Yes." "And have faith in me?" "Nick, I think you're stalling." He frowned. "But I want to make sure I'm doing this right." Nick flashed back to his wedding night with Alyssa. "One more time?" She nodded. "You do want me to make love to you." "Yes." "But you don't want me to take too much." "No." "You do understand a little is necessary for everything to, umm, function?" She nodded. "Now, about what happens if I take too much." "You won't," Natalie assured him. "Just a little, as Janette said." "But if I do. Please, Nat, I want to make sure I get this right." He rubbed his hands gently on her shoulders. "For us." "Ok, Nick." "You would prefer to stay human." "Definitely." "I do have your permission to bring you across?" "Only if you must." "And the alternative?" "The alternative? I think I'll pass if I can help it." "But if I brought you across..." She rolled her eyes. "...I'd become evil like you," she parroted speaking in a sing-song voice. "Natalie, don't make sport of this." "I'm not, Nick. It's just..." "You're not sure now?" His face could barely contain his disappointment. "No, Nick. It's just," she hesitated for a moment, thinking. "It's just I'm tired. We've been going over all of this for 5 hours now. I'll tell you what, I take the couch and we'll try again tonight." "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. She nodded. "Yes." He smiled as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom. He'd held her off for three nights so far with the 'brick maneuver.' He loved her more than he trusted himself. If had to spend forever repeating that list of stupid questions he'd do so. It was far better than any alternative he could imagine.