Date: Tue, 2 Feb 1999 21:14:25 -0800 From: Miranda LaCroix Subject: Blue Jeans, and A Pick Up Truck (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Disclaimers: Forever Knight is owned by Columbia/Tristar/Sony Ford Pick Up Truck, owned by Ford Permission to archive at www.fkfanfic.com Will be archived at: http://welcome.to/FKFanficMir Syren, thanks for the wonderful inspiration. Heh heh :) I would like to thank Black Harbour's Ford Vehicles for inspiring me. Blue Jeans, and A Red Pick Up Truck (01/01) Nicholas rode in his caddy on the way to the police station. A wonderful starry night, a wonderful, wonderful, happy, fun-filled starry night. The stars glimmered in the sky with their forever burning fires, the moon shone golden on to the city of Toronto. "And now, it's twelve o'clock, gentle listeners, this is your host, Shirley, starting up crooning with the Knights..." The airwaves were filled with classical music, a Bach piece, Nicholas smiled with a grin. The piece that he had heard Bach himself perform. Bright lights was the last thing he saw before he slumped into unconsciousness... "Nick.. Nick.. are you okay?" Nicholas weakly rose up from his bed, blurry eyed. He stared into the face of a very worried Natalie, who was loking down at him. "Yeah.. Nat.. where am I?" he asked. "Your loft," she replied. "You got hit by a truck." "Did you get the license plate number?" She laughed and gave him a playful shove. "You okay?" "I'm okay Nat, thanks," he smiled. "I'm sorry, but your caddy got totaled..." she noted. "I'll have to buy another one." "I checked, it'll take 10 months to get one over here, you'd best fly to work from now on..." "That'll get everyone suspicious, Nat!" "Well, I do have one alternative.." "Tell me!" "I have this friend who can lend you a vehicle for awhile, there's lots of room in the back..." "Sure Nat, give me the keys..." She eagerly gave him the keys. "Here you go!" "Thanks." "No problem, Nick." She began walking out of the loft. "Nat, dinner, Saturday night?" She turned around and smiled a big smile. "Sure!" "Happy Birthday to me.. Happy Birthday to me.. Happy Birthday Natalie... Happy Birthday to me!" Natalie repeated the song over and over again, as she got on a dress. The door bell to her apartment rang, and she finished clipping on her earrings, she rushed to the door and opened it. Her mouth dropped open as she stared into a hot bod, a totally muscular chest, her eyes followed up, higher and higher, she then matched the grin of the person who stood there. "Good evening Nat, where shall I take my lady this evening?" he asked. "Nick..." she gasped in shock. She stared at the blue jeans. "Sorry I had to come like this, Nat, I lost all my clothes in the last shoot out, and there was this pair of jeans in the back of that Ford pick up truck. I thought the bow tie would've been inappropriate without a shirt.." She started giggling as a dirty thought entered and exited her mind. "Well.. um.. Nick, let's go, shall we?" "Sure..." He offered his arm, which she immediately took, and walked out with her to his red Ford pick up truck. As a kind gentleman, he helped her inside, and the two drove off to Natalie's birthday dinner. "Oh Nick, this was the best Birthday present ever!!!!" she exclaimed. He returned a smile. "I'm so sorry about the appearance Nat...." Nicholas could not finish what he wanted to say, Natalie's mouth had covered his, and the two were embracing in a soft loving kiss. ~Finis~ Not bad for a non-N&N Packer, eh? Miranda fleurdebrabant@cybergal.com