Date:         Wed, 28 Apr 1999 15:26:58 -0500 
From: CLone Star Software <cstar@AIRMAIL.NET> 
Subject:      Pieces of Dreams (1/1) 
To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu 

This is a little something that was demanding to be written.  It's based on
the song Pieces of Dreams by  Michel Legrand, lyrics by Marilyn and Alan
Bergman.

As always,  I don't own either the song or the characters. The Forever
Knight characters belong to Columbia Tri/Star.  Pieces of Dreams is
copyrighted by United Artists Music Co., Inc. No copyright infringement is
intended.

ARCHIVE PERMISSION: Permission to archive to  Mel's FKFanfic Archive,
Mortal Love Archive, and the FTP site.  All others must ask permission.

This is a sappy N&N piece, consider yourselves warned. <G>


Pieces of Dreams (1/1)
By Nightlady
(c) 1999

<<Little boy lost in search of little boy found.
You go a-wondering, wandering, stumbling, tumbling, round!  round!
When will you find what's on the tip of your mind?
Why are you blind to all you ever were, never were, really are, nearly are?>>


He'd spent most of his life trying to find out who he was.  First, as a
mortal, when he'd struggled with what his heart knew to be right but his
church declared was wrong and later as a vampire, against the
often-overwhelming desires of the beast that raged within him.  For
centuries he'd searched.  Never feeling as if he belonged anywhere, never
knowing peace or love despite the countless mortals he encountered.

He'd been many people, done many things in the past eight hundred years,
some good others that he wished he could forget.  The faces of many of his
victims plagued his restless sleep and he'd awaken, drenched in blood
sweat.  So he sought to atone for the countless deaths he'd caused to give
back some small good.  Perhaps he was being foolish and there was no
forgiveness for the likes of him?  No, he had to believe that there was a
chance, for if he didn't, he might as well walk into the burning sunlight
and accept the damnation of his soul.

And, he admitted to himself, there was hope.  His mind focused on the form
that hope had taken and he smiled.  No angel would be any lovelier than she
was.  Her hair a auburn halo about her head and shoulders, her eyes crystal
blue and seemingly capable of seeing into what little soul he might still
claim, and her love which warmed him and eased the pain of his existence.
Natalie, the one person in all of the centuries that made him truly feel
redemption was possible.

He sat in the darkened loft he was currently calling home.  The warmth of
the sun might still be denied him, but, with Nat in his life, it was more
bearable.


<Little boy false in search of little boy true.
Will you be ever done traveling, always unraveling you, you?
Running away could lead you farther astray
And as for fishing in streams for pieces of dreams,
Those pieces will never fit, what is the sense of it?>

She'd loved him from the first moment and it tore her heart to see his
suffering.  She knew in her heart that he was not the monster he thought
himself to be and all of his actions during the past several years had only
reinforced her opinion.

She fought; almost daily it sometimes seemed, to help him to realize his
humanity.  She knew that despite his fear that he was eternally damned,
there was still a bright flame of goodness inside him.  She felt its warmth
whenever they were together.  He was capable of great anger, but she knew
that he was also capable of great love.

She relished the time they spent watching old movies, listening to music or
just talking.  For her the sound of his voice was a soothing balm.  His
hands, capable of destruction, were always tender and gentle with her.  She
loved to loose herself in the soft blueness of his eyes yet she felt no
fear on the occasions that those eyes gazed at her with a golden hue.

Her faith in him, her love for him shielded her from any fear of him.
Though she acknowledged the many deaths he'd been responsible for in the
past, she trusted the person he'd become.  She knew that he no longer
wanted the easy way.  No longer wanted to disappear into the shadows as
he'd done so many times before.  Now, he stood and faced his problems,
faced his beast and she hoped that somehow she was able to offer her mortal
strength to him.

<Little boy blue, don't let your little sheep roam.
It's time, come blow your horn, meet the morn,
Look and see, can you be far from home?>


He stood as the door to the lift opened and she stepped into the loft.  A
smile formed on his lips as the entire space seemed a little brighter with
her presence.  Crossing to where she stood, he gently brushed the hair from
her face before leaning down and softly kissing her cheek.

She looked up at him and saw his love for her shining in his eyes.  "What's
that for?"  She asked smiling.

Nick pulled her against him.  "Nothing...and everything."  He replied.

She smiled as she snuggled against him.  This was right, this was where she
belonged and she wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Nick felt her arms as she hugged him back.  With her there he felt whole,
he never wanted to lose her.

They walked to the sofa and sat two people that were one.

The end.

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