Date: Sat, 14 Dec 1996 22:14:05 +0000 Reply-To: isbe@ix11.ix.netcom.com Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories Comments: Authenticated sender is From: Blusette deNuit Subject: MISSING YOU (1/1) To: Multiple recipients of list FKFIC-L X-Status: This takes place in the Virtual 4th Season, during Episode #3 "The Outcast State" by Tigon Diana Hooker. V4S Spoiler Warnings may be appropriate here........ This is my idea of what Nick was feeling and thinking the night he had planned to take Natalie to the airport to see her sister-in-law and neice in Vancouver. Thank you, Tigon, for letting me use excerpts from your story, you are very kind. Thanks to Amethyst for the Beta read. The song is by John Waite in case you were wondering. Please direct any comments to me at: Blusette de Nuit isbe@ix.netcom.com Please be kind..this is my first, and possibly my last try at fanfic!. Missing You A tentative knock sounded at her door.....It was Nick. Clearing his throat uneasily, Nick said, "Hi Nat. Um, I thought I'd give you a lift to the airport." She stared at him. Knowing that the offer was a normal part of their relationship, yet feeling an almost childlike irritation rising up nonetheless. "You thought * wrong*!"....A horn blared...."That's my cab, if you're going to keep standing there, at least lock up when you leave." Nick watched her stalk out, her chestnut hair flouncing in anger...."Have a nice time.", he called, as she made for the elevator door. "Um, yeah. Whatever.", she flung toward him, stepping inside and jabbing the button. " I'll miss you, Nat....," he murmured softly as he watched the elevator lights blink in descending order, Three - Two - One. ... Gradually, he became aware of Sidney twining around his ankles, and bent down to pick up the small animal. "She left you too?", Nick asked the purring creature. ..."Don't worry, She'll be back."... He put Sidney down on the sofa, took a last look around, flipped out the lights and closed the door. On the way back to his car he wondered what to do. He had taken a personal- leave- day for that night's shift to drive Natalie to catch her plane, and so he couldn't just go back to work. Besides, what if someone asked him why he wasn't at the airport. He certainly was *not* in the mood to face anyone's knowing looks of pity tonight, facing Nat's anger and rejection had been bad enough. "I guess I'll just go to the airport anyway.", he thought to himself. "At least I can watch her plane take off. At least I'll know she's safely on her way." Thoughts of another plane carrying away loved ones flashed through his mind. Shaking his head to clear away those horrible images of the explosion that had killed his friends, he unlocked the car door and got in. He started the Cadillac and pulled away from the curb in front of Natalie's apartment building, heading for the Don Valley Parkway that would take him toToronto International. As he maneuvered the big boat of a car into the traffic flow he absentmindedly switched on the radio and was instantly assaulted by the all too familiar velvet-toned voice. "Tonight, Gentle Listeners, we are going to speak about love. Love, what is it good for, but to remind us of the pain it will cause us when we lose it..." "Oh no you don't, LaCroix, not tonight! I don't need your nasty little barbs to irritate me right now!", Nick growled as he gave the radio knob a vicious turn. Letting his anger flow even more, he said to no one in particular, "And furthermore, I don't need to go skulking around the airport like some lovesick teenager either. I am eight hundred year's old! I can deal with this... In fact, Dr. Lambert, I've just decided. I am *not* going to miss you while you're gone! Dammit!", he shouted resolutely and jabbed a button on the radio. He took a right turn onto the next exit ramp and headed for the loft. With something by Nine Inch Nails blaring in his ears, Nick exclaimed, "Oh, Geez! Not Head-bangers! I, for sure, can't take this tonight." "Maybe some Classical, or even Jazz...," he thought as he reached for the tuner knob again. The inside of the Cadillac was filled with squeaks and squawks from the radio advancing up the dial, one channel after another until Nick paused on a tune he thought he recognized. "This will do." he thought distractedly. And then another voice assaulted Nick as it began to softly croon...... . "Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here, and you're miles away And I'm wonderin' why you left And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight..." "I just give *up*.", Nick winced, but he didn't change the channel this time. He sighed, and settled back into the comfortable seat of his Caddie. Driving his car at night on the nearly deserted streets always tended to soothe him. "I hear your name in certain circles, and it always makes me smile I spend my time thinkin' about you, and it's almost driving me wild..." As the street lights flashed by and the surroundings changed to the older section of the city that was home to the ancient warehouses, home to Nick, he was listening to the words of the song, humming along to the tune. ..."You don't know how desperate I've become And it looks like I'm losing this fight In your world I have no meaning, though I'm trying hard to understand And it's my heart that's breaking down this long distance line tonight..." The Cadillac pulled into the driveway and halted as the garage door began the slow ascension that would admit the car and driver into the safety of the building. Tiny night eyes of the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the old warehouse district flashed. Tiny feet skittered away, frightened by the unusually loud sounds of the car's radio suddenly cranked to high volume, and the strong voice of the man/creature inside singing at the top of his powerful lungs, "I ain't missing you at all since you've been gone away I ain't missing you, no matter what I might say..." No one, not even the tiny night animals saw the face of the driver as the car pulled into the building and parked, the music still blaring into the darkness. No one saw the scarlet-tinted tears that streaked down Nick's face and stained the front of his silk shirt. As the garage door slowly descended, the song played out its final chords, accompanied by an occasional, soft, sob. "...Ain't missing you, I can lie to myself And there's a storm raging in my frozen heart tonight I ain't missing you at all (missing you...) _______________________________________________________