Date: Sun, 15 Oct 1995 20:17:33 -0500 From: Julie Randolph Subject: Name that Show **Here's another one of my experimental Fk fictions, I'm going to write a story (with a plot, albeit a strange one) and include every show I can remember off the top of my head...try and pick em out...heh, if you can-- BEWARE--THIS DOES HAVE "BLIND FAITH" SPOILERS** JCR Name that Show 1/1 Julie Randolph ***************************************************************** "What could possibly make you think I had a cat named Fluffy?" tracy was getting irritated. It was one thing to criticize her work if it were warranted, but her dog? "And I suppose your dog had a better name?" Nick shrugged, not wanting to get into this conversation, because, frankly, it was dumb to begin with and he was beginning to get the distinct impression that he had just had about as much moonlight as he could manage. He looked out the window at the full moon, ahhh, beautiful beginning to set, getting ready for Halloween and the 2 month hiatus coming up in about 2 weeks. He looked over at Tracy and smiled, he supposed she wasn't that bad for a comissioners kid, he had meant it when he said he didn't want a new partner but heck, that had been a week ago, and now everything was fresh. "The problem we have here is this old fossil you insist on driving, just blow that jerk off and go around." the pair were headed for a disturbance on the other side of town, and tracy for one was glad they were going somewhere. This 'keeping her out of harms way crap' had to go. "Would you like your own little steering wheel?" Nick grinned, she had no way of knowing that they were actually on their way to a party. He pondered, last time he had managed to make an ass out of himself, first by not showing up for the original party, and then by buying a dorky preesent, this time would be different. It was a hiatus party, and everyone was going to be there...he'd have to make a stop. He pulled up at a 7-11 and hopped out of the car, staring once again at the beautiful moon, he resisted the temptation to jump into a flashback, since Janette was in it and he knew she couldn't be there. He did, however, remember dealing with that fullmoon, a long time ago, in Paris, when he had scorned LaCroix and mamaged to get a lot of people killed in the process. He looked up just as his eyes were beginning to glaze over, he couldn't change anything now, and guilt was something he would have to live with. even with nifty little poems and general scorn, guilt would always be a part of his life and LaCroix could not make it go away. he wondered if the wonderland he created in his guilt would come back to haunt him? Probably, everything else did, like his new partner, hadn't he seen her in a falshback once before? He sighed, ahhh well.. "Want anything?" "Just get me the Generation X Card0File...no, I don't lets go." Nick shrugged, not having a clue what she was talking about and wandered into the store. He picked up a case of coke, a couple frozen pizzas and a tube of that bubble gum and smiled silently to himslef, he was not to appear unprepared this time. He thought for a second and threw about 6 cases of Bud on top of this pile and went to the counter. The kid behind stared at him, "Can I see some ID man?" "ID?" The kid popped his gum and Nick almost laughed. What he really needed was a drivers liscense that said he was born in 1228...nah, then he'd never get to buy anything. He pulled out his police ID and the kid blanched, sending him on his way. 'So what's all this for?" Nick looked at Tracy, hell, he'd forgotten she was there, "We're going to a hiatus party." Tracy grinned at him, cool, "Great." They parked his huge piece of crap car that had waaay too much trunk space, but managed to fit a 6'0 blone headed vampire into it nicely next to a group of hookers that always seemed to be wherever they parked and left it there with the top down, because 1. They were both stupid or 2. They knew nothing would happen to his car, this was a television show. "You never did tell me why a man whos phototrophic has a convertible." Nick paused, "I like the wind, okay?" Tracy shrugged and grabbed several of the cases of Bud,"whatever." Nick laughed, "Careful Trace, they might card you at the door." "Ha-ha." They walked up several flights of stairs and into what looked to be a broken down old church. tracy looked uncomfortable for a moment until Vachon appeared out of the shadows behind her,"Cool...BUD!" It took her a minute to realize that EVERYONE was there. Even Cohen and Schanke had decided to come down fro the spirit plane to join in the festivities. Natalie was standing over in the corner talking to a tall black headed woman who looked to be holding some kind of very heavy looking black doll. Nick wandered over towards them after depositing his party stuff on one of the large kegs of blood-lite (heh). "Oh, cool, you found it....erm...how?" "I watched the show, silly," The woman said, taking the buddah and wandering off. Nick waatched her go,"So, where's Janette?" Nat looked mildly amused,"She said she would burst in when it was appropriate and so did LaCroix." "LaCroix???" 'The Nightcrawler...yes the one who isnot my type, you remember?" Nick smiled,"I do indeed." Barely moments after they had said it, Janette appeared out of a mist in the middle of the floor holding a painting of herself in one hand and a bottel of her "finest" in the other. "Why do we not simply take this party to Papariazzi?" "Didn't they shut that club down?" "No, no, silly, I bought it...that's why the Raven sucks now, because the best club is across town." Nick nodded, that did indeed make sense,"What's with the painting?" "I thought you might want to keep it with you, for old times sake?" Nick tried not to look pleased,"Okay." From behind them, the sound of a voice cause Nick to cringe,"Isn't this special, a reunion." "What do you want, LaCroix?" "Oh Nicholas, I worry about you...you know that, I simply wished to check up on you." Nick paused, looked around and then repiled,"Check up on this, bud." and rammed a burning piece of wood through LaCroix's chest. laCroix looked amused. "Oh, please. You don't seriously think you could kill me? Do you?" He calmly removed the wood, and a knife that was already in place and sticking out and handed them both to Nick. "Why can't you just die like a regular vampire?" "LIke that poor man who fried thanks to your firend Liam?" "You asked me to kill him." LaCroix paused,"You do have a point. I must return to my cheesy club and try to make it better, best wishes to everyone, see you after the hiatus, I so look forward to being myself again." Nick watched him go and turned to look around himself with happiness. Everyone was here, the new, the old, the ingrateful. Schanke tossed a smile in his direction,'thanks for putting that 'Partners of the Month' plaque on my grave, I'm sure I'll have lots of use for it dead." Nick didn't care, it was Schank's way to be irritating and cynical, or was that LaCroix, well, whatever, he took Nat's hand and nodded toward the back of the room,"What?" 'We need to talk." 'About what?" "About us." And with that, they walked into the back of the room, having to step around Inca on the way out. ***************************************************************** I know, I'm a few loaves short--thats okay. response, oreos, definitions of "irony", placement cards, green cards, IQ tests, and sanity inquiries to randolph@tenet.edu "Do I look like a slacker to you?"--Javier Vachon, Black Buddah Part 1 Julie Randolph Cousin by Choice, Tracy Defender because someone has to. *****************************************************************