Date:         Wed, 17 Feb 1999 21:01:48 EST 
From: Renee Miller <DarkPNinja@AOL.COM> 
Subject:      LaCroix's Night Out 1/1 
To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU 

This is a little something that I wrote quite a while back and was too scared
to post.  Please don't hurt me, too much!  I welcome comments and very gently
worded criticism at DarkPNinja@aol.com.

I do not own any of the Forever Knight characters in the following story.

My permission to archive it is granted to whoever would like to do so,
just drop me a line and let me know.

Mel the Magnificent has my permission to archive it at www.fkfanfic.com,
it goes without saying that it may be archived at any Dark Perk page!

Now without further fanfare I humbly submit,


LaCroix's Night Out
Renee Miller
2/99
Part 1 of 1

"Jeanette, why must I always go with him?  You're his daughter, why can't
you go?"  A highly agitated Nick snarled.

Sapphire eyes glared at him as though his even suggesting such a thing was
an unforgivable insult, "Do not be ridiculous Nichola!  I despise such
barbaric behavior it is insulting and offensive, all women find it so!"

Irritably running a hand through his tousled blond hair Nick crossed his
arms over his chest and stared at the closed door which led to Lucien
LaCroix's private quarters.  "What could be taking him so long?"

With a shrug of her slender shoulders Jeanette replied, "Mon Cher, you know
that he feels he must be dressed appropriately.  Ever since he became
enamored of this vulgar spectacle it has been the same.  At any rate," She
paused and took a long swallow from the crystal wine glass she held in her
beautifully manicured hand, "you made this bargain with him yourself."

"I was hardly in a position to do anything else," Nick snapped back,
"Natalie was dying and he had the means to save her life!"

"Ah yes."  Jeanette thoughtfully gazed into her glass as she swirled the
remaining ruby colored liquid gently, "But still it was you, was it not,
who put her in that position?"  At Nick's tight lipped curt nod she
continued, "Then the bargain was fairly made and you have no right to
complain so.  LaCroix kept his part of the agreement as should you!"

"But, you have no idea how horrible it is!"  Nick's eyes clouded over with
pain.

"Oh, but I do!"  Jeanette placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I went
with him, once.  It was unbearable . . . those horrible sounds, the
senseless violence and ignorant gibberish, the screaming and laughing of
the crowd . . ."  She trailed off and shuddered at the memory.

Suddenly the sound of music filled the air.  Jeanette and Nick listened for
a moment brows furrowed as they tried to place the repetitive, childlike
tune.

Nick gasped, "Oh no!  It's that "Weasel" song, he's really going all out
this time!"

With that, a high pitched squealing sound reverberated through the room,
"Woob, Woob, Woob, Woob!  Moe, Larry the cheese!"  The door swung open and
there proudly wearing a derby style hat several sizes too small for his
head and smartly attired in a "Curly for President" T-shirt stood Lucien
LaCroix, Stooge Maniac!

With a moan Nick covered his face with his shaking hands and whispered, "Is
this really necessary, LaCroix?"

"Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk!  Why SOITENLY Knuckle Head!  Now step on it or we'll
miss the cartoon at the beginning!"

Jeanette refilled her glass as they left, then burst out laughing when she
heard,

"Pick two!"

"One, two!  OUCH!!!"

She lifted her glass in a toast and said, "Oh, my poor Nichola, you always
do fall for that one don't you?"

End (Oh!  A Wise Guy!)


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