Return-Path: Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 11:58:35 -0700 Reply-To: clark Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: clark Subject: Fangs a Lot (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU This sequel to "Fangs for the Memories" is for all those who wrote in saying they liked the story, many of whom went on to say they hoped that Nat gets a chance for revenge. It's also for Jody who keeps telling me "The cahn't whrit thmut becauth the keepth thinking of Nick'th pherthanal prawblemth." If anyone needs a copy of the original story please let me know. Love it/hate it/whatever, feedback is always welcomed and greatly appreciated. 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. "Fangs a Lot" by S. Clark Natalie Lambert waded through the floral displays that littered her laboratory and found her way to her desk. She chuckled at Nick's persistence in apologizing. "I don't know what he did," said Grace as she entered the room, "but it must have been something. This place won't have any space for the customers soon." Natalie thought back to the sight of Nick, fangs stuck descended, and it made her laugh. "I'm not sure I want to tell, Grace." "Then I want to hear all the more," said her friend, pulling up a chair. Just then Nick worked his way into the room. "I hope it's ok..." he broke off as he saw Grace seated next to Natalie. "We can talk later," he said, backing towards the door. "Just pretend I'm not here," said Grace. Natalie looked her friend. "Would you mind giving us a few minutes?" Nick kept backing towards the door. Natalie pointed at him. "You. Stay." He stopped. "Are you sure?" Grace pleaded. Natalie nodded. "Fill me in on the good parts later," she whispered, not realizing Nick could plainly hear her words. She turned to Nick and smiled. "Good-bye, Detective." Grace made her way out the door. Natalie started to speak but Nick motioned for her to be silent. He pointed towards the door indicating Grace was still right outside. Nick opened the door and found himself face to face with Grace. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. Grace knew she'd been caught. She threw up her hands in a gesture of mock surrender. "Ok, you got me." She turned towards Natalie and mouthed. "Later." "So," he started nervously, "I see you've received the flowers." She glance around. "They're lovely. And definitely a start." "Start?" He smiled that innocent, puppy dog smile. "I thought I was doing a pretty good job of apologizing." "Nick, why are you apologizing?" she asked. He shrugged. "Because I made you angry?" "And you made me angry because?" He shrugged and this time tried a cherubic look. "I can't remember." She walked closer to him. "Mister 'I have perfect and total recall' is saying he can't remember?" "How about I plead the Fifth?" She smacked his shoulder lightly. "Nice try. This isn't America." "I made you angry because..." He paused, trying to read her mood. "Because I told the truth. Aren't you always telling me I'm not being open and honest with you?" He was clearly pleased with himself for being able to spin the answer. She leaned back against her desk. "So it is true, then?" Nick was yet again set adrift without a clue in the stream of conversation. "What's true?" She frowned and directed her gaze towards the plain tile floor. "I'm a turnoff to you." "How can you ever say that?" He moved closer to her and placed a hand on her cheek. He lifted her face and stared into her blue eyes. "I care about you more than I can say." Her face registered a feeling of hope. "Care, Nick?" He cleared his throat. "Natalie." He closed his eyes. "You know that...." His eyes opened, still blue, still meeting her gaze. "...It's too dangerous." She finished the sentence. It was one she'd heard enough. A look of sadness passed through his face. It was a look that quickly turned to surprise as she pulled his hand off her cheek. She met his questioning look with a mysterious one of her own and planted a soft kiss in the palm of his hand. "Nat?" "Yes?" She studied the hand wondering where the fairness had gone in the world when I guy could have such nice cuticles. "You know this is dangerous." She twined her fingers within his. "Dangerous, Nick?" She slipped her other hand around his waist to his back and pulled him closer. "Please," he muttered. Voice hoarse. "But Nick," She whispered the words against his cheek, hot breath meeting his cool skin. "You don't know how much I truly care." "I think I do," he said. "Do you?" He could feel her lips against his cheek as she spoke. "Nahalie, dahn," he pleaded. "What was that, Nick?" "I thaid dahn do thith." She pulled him back by the waistbelt to get a better look at him. Eyes were still blue but there was this other problem readily apparent. His fangs were descended. "Poor baby," she said. "Yahr nah helping," he said. "I know." She could barely suppress a grin. "Wha? You did thith ta meh ohn phurphoth?" "Ohn phurphoth, Nick?" She laughed lightly. "Oh, lighten up a little." He looked wounded. "I'm sorry," she said, caressing his face. He pulled her hand back. "I apprethiate tha thaw, bhu I dahn thin thith will help." She pulled her hand back. "Of course." She removed her other hand from his grasp. "By the way, Nick, there was a phone call just before you arrived." "Fah me?" He asked. "Captain Cohen called. Something about needing to meet right away with she and Commissioner Vetter?" "Wha?" His eyes, still blue, took on a panicked look. "I cahn meeht whith them lihk thith. Wha whill they thay?" She put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. "My mistake," she said. "Wha elth did they thay?" Natalie shrugged. "Something about important, immediate? I don't know, Nick, I didn't write it down." "My lhaf here whill be ovah. I'hl hav ta leahv. Thith ith awfuhl." The phone rang. Nick jumped. "Lambert." She answered quickly, before a second ring. "Yes, he's here." She waited a moment. "You need to speak with him?" Nick covered his mouth with his hands and shook his head no. "Well, let me see if he's got a second." Nick's eyes pleaded with her. "I think he's occupied. No, I can't say, except to say it's pherthanal." Nick leaned against the stainless steel autopsy table, shoulders slumped. Surely this would be the end of his time in Toronto. "Ok, I'll tell him." "Naht, thaht wathn't Cohen, wath iht?" "No." Natalie's face lit up with a smile. "Actually, it was Janette." "Thanette? Why wath Thanette calling here?" "To pass along a message, silly." "Ahnd tha methage ith?" "Happy April Foolth..." she smiled, "I mean Fools Day, Nick."