The T-4 Incident. Forever Knight Story By Jennifer Brown-Chartier Email: scarlet@cam.org Pairing: Nick and LaCroix. Status: New. April 1998 Archive: Yes www.fkfanfic.com Archive author: Yes Archive email: Yes Series/Sequel: Not in this life time Other website: still working on it.... Category: humour Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. If they did, I would rent them out and retire to Barbados for the rest of my life. Notes: Up here (Canada that is) all federal and provincial taxes must be filed by midnight April 30. Needless to say, I always leave it to the last minute. ;-) Wow. My first FK story in over a year. Just goes to show you that I can still write gen stories. This is for the UF War Loop. I promised you a story, here it is. Many thanks to April Hackett for beta reading. Warning: Hey I'm Canadian and I follow Canadian spelling rules. Feedback good or bad wanted. Scarlet@cam.org ****************************************************************************** The T-4 Incident By Jennifer Brown-Chartier Nick was sitting at his desk, trying to muster some enthusiasm while he did his paper work. Natalie and Tracy had taken a personal day to do their taxes. Nick snickered to himself. He had filed his the minute he had gotten his T-4's. He never understood why his mortal friends left it until the last minute. The phone rang and Nick dived of it. Anything to break the boredom. "Knight?" "Hey Vachon. What's up?" "You've got to come to The Raven right now." "Oh god, what's wrong?" Nick's imagination went into over drive. Did LaCroix kill someone? Did Screed replace all the human blood with rat's blood again? Did the hunters find the club? A million different scenarios ran through his mind. "It's LaCroix," Vachon said desperately. Nick could hear the barely suppressed panic in his voice. "LaCroix?" Nick replied warily. He closed his eyes, mentally searching for LaCroix. His mind reeled from the rage and frustration that was hammering in his master's mind. This was not good. "I'll be there has soon as possible," Nick said, reassuring Vachon and several other vampires, much to their relief. If anyone could calm down LaCroix, it was his son. Two minutes later, Nick arrived at the Raven. The normally bustling club was silent he noticed that there were no humans inside the club. Several vampires were clustered around the bar, occasionally darting fearful looks at the back of the club, where LaCroix's private quarters were. "Knight. Thank God you're here," Vachon said, his eyes blinking rapidly, a sure sign that he was upset. The other vampires echoed Vachon's sentiment. "What's wrong?" Nick demanded mentally preparing himself for the worst. "Do you know what today's date is?" Vachon began. Blink. Blink.Blink. "April 30." Nick said. A feeling of dread crept over him. "Today is the last day to file your income tax." Vachon said blinking quickly. "LaCroix hasn't done them yet and I was wondering-" Immediately Nick saw were Vachon was going with this. His hands shot and grabbed Vachon shirt. Several vampires backed away. Nick bore an uncannily resemblance to his master right now. "You dragged me down here because LaCroix is having problems with his taxes?" Nick hissed, punctuating each word with a shake. "I don't believe this." "Nick, we can't talk to him and believe me we've tried. You're the only person he'll listen to," Vachon gasped out. "Doesn't he have an accountant? Barnes, Burley and Smythe?" Nick snapped, letting Vachon go. Barnes, Burley and Smythe were the most prestigious accounting firm in Toronto. Vachon took a step away. "He did." "And?" Nick said in a level voice. Vachon took another step backwards. "Well," Vachon said slowly, "he called them up and they flatly refused to do them. Said that it wasn't fair to put any accountant through that kind of hell. I guess that someone told someone to stay away from LaCroix and none of the other accounting firms will touch it." Nick moaned and covered his face. He didn't need this. "This is punishment isn't it?" Nick muttered glaring up at the ceiling. "Knight?" Vachon inquired in a baffled voice. Nick shook his head, waving him off. "I think I need a drink." Several drinks later Nick kicked everyone out of The Raven. Far better that LaCroix take out his frustrations on him than anyone else. LaCroix wouldn't kill his favorite child, he hoped. Nick took a very deep breath and with a great more confidence than he felt went into LaCroix's private quarters. "There goes the bravest man I know," Urs said admiringly as she left the club. Vachon gave her a sour look and followed her into the night. Nick cautiously went into LaCroix private quarters. The floor was littered with crumpled papers. LaCroix's golden eyes glared at him as he walked in. "Nicholas. What do you want?" LaCroix hissed, snapping a pencil in half. "The community," Nick stressed the word ‘community', "asked me to help you with your little problem." The gold faded from LaCroix's eyes has he stared at his son. "You can help me?" LaCroix said desperately, waving his hands at the mess on his desk. "Really?" "Yes, that's why I'm here." Nick said calmly, motioning LaCroix to move from his desk. "I want you to clean this mess up and give me every single tax receipt you have." Several hours later...... " LaCroix, you can't claim two thousand dollars in dry cleaning or a thousand dollars in flowers as a personal expense," Nick shouted, waving the receipts at him. "No?" replied LaCroix crestfallen. Nick moaned and glared up at the ceiling. "I think I have a headache." LaCroix watched his son frowning over tax forms. Nick had literally chewed two pencils into shaving in the last two hours. "Alright." Nick muttered looking up, "I think I have it." LaCroix pulled up a chair and sat down and looked at final figures. None of it made any sense to him. " You owe five thousand dollars to the government," Nick said flatly as he rubbed his eyes. //Mental note to self: sign LaCroix up for courses at H&R Block next year.// "Five thousand dollars!! Are you sure?" The words popped out before LaCroix could sensor them. The next thing LaCroix knew he was pinned against the wall. He swayed helpless in the younger vampire's grasp. "Yes,I am sure," Nick hissed, flashing LaCroix his fangs. "Oh," LaCroix said in a crestfallen voice. He looked at his son hopefully. "Nicholas, I don't suppose I could borrow the money?" An evil smile crossed Nick face. "I'm sure we can arrange something..." Finis. ****************************************************************************** Feedback, good or bad wanted! Scarlet@cam.org -- You sure are dressed strange! 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