Date: Fri, 28 Feb 1997 20:57:17 -0800
From: carriek@isat.com (Carrie Krumtum)
Reply-To: carriek@isat.com
To: FKarchiver@fkfanfic.com
Subject: Submission for the website

I'd like to have the following story archived. 

Thank you very much....

This story is based on characters created by J. Parriott and B. Cohen
for the TV series Forever Knight.

Just One of Those Days
by Carrie Krumtum
c. 1997

        God, what a day. Tracy sighed as she dropped back onto her couch in 
complete exhaustion. Murphy, she thought, I think I hate you....
        She took a deep breath and blew it out loudly as she ran through the days 
events again in her mind. Let's see, I got a ticket for parking too close to a fire 
hydrant. I'm a cop. Doesn't anybody make allowances anymore?
        I managed to tear my favorite pair of jeans trying to climb that fence. 
Damn Nick, anyway. How does he manage to get everywhere before I do? I run 
to keep in shape and I can move pretty fast. He always beats me. I don't know 
what he does but I think I need to talk to his personal trainer.
        The Jergensen report came back for completion ... again. Man, this case 
was like the thing that wouldn't die. No matter how many times she revised that 
damn thing, there always seemed to be something missing that someone else 
needed.
        Her coffee cup had gotten broken. HER coffee cup. Not anyone else's, 
hers. That new uniform, what was his name? Hawkins? Hanks? Halls? Hell ... 
whoever he was. Why'd he have to knock HER cup off the table and break it. 
The captain had THREE cups. Why couldn't it have been one of his?
        Sigh.
        And Vachon! What was the deal there? God, vampires could be so 
infuriating. He had been asked to dog-sit. That was it. Just dog-sit. What was so 
hard about that? You would have thought someone had asked him for HIS 
blood or something. Geez....
        The dog in question had climbed up on her couch and was staring at her. 
What an ugly little mutt. This thing was even too ugly to be cute. Fat little body 
on top of four short, scrawny little legs. Gray wiry fur. Big black eyes on a face 
too small for them. The thing looks bug-eyed, for crying out loud.
        "What?" she asked the dog.
        In reply, the dog continued to look at her and began to wag its tail.
        "Do you have to go outside?"
        The dog continued to stare at her.
        "Do you want something to eat?"
        No change. Stare, wag tail, stare some more.
        "What? WHAT?"
        Tail wagging, stare, tail wagging, stare, tail wagging....
        Sigh. Not even the dog is cooperating today.
        She closed her eyes for a minute. She heard a soft yap and looked back at 
the dog.
        "Go away. I'm not in the mood for guessing games."
        The dog stared at her and the tail continued to wag.
        "Go on. Get down."
        The dog didn't seem to have any intentions of following orders.
        "Go on, would ya? Get!"
        Tail wagging, stare, tail wagging, stare....
        "Okay, stay right there. Don't you move and don't you dare stop staring at 
me, either," she ordered. SOMEONE is going to behave exactly like *I* want 
them to for a change.
        The dog promptly turned around, jumped off the couch and, moving to the 
corner of the room, curled up and went to sleep.
        Tracy giggled, in spite of everything. "Yep," she told the room, "it sure is 
just one of those days...."

End

All comments and virtual chocolates to
-- 
Carrie, BH and GWD Fan
"Go big or go home. That's the plan."
http://members.aol.com/carrie400/index.html
carriek@isat.com *or* Carrie400@aol.com