Okay here's the third part as I promised. Cool title? If you read my first two corresponding fics When Cows Fly... and Flashback Whiplash you may understand this better but it is not necessary. I hope everyone enjoys it. I am also going to begin, hopefully, on a series of point-of-views regarding the aftermath of Last Knight.  Serious stuff nothing funny. I am a Natpacker (and a closet shipper) so expect happy endings for Nick and Nat. I will also dust off a xover I wrote for FK and Gargoyles and put it on the list. I tried begining a Saga and depending how it works out I may write more. I love comments on my writing and if anyone would like to help me beta-read don't hesitate to email me. This can be archived in www.fkfanfic.com and the ftp site.

Forever Knight III: The Search for Spock... uhm Nat (01/01)
-Mysterie August/1999

Nat looked at the clock for the fifth time. *It has already been an hour, or one hour, three minutes, and 15 seconds. He's probably still in one of those stupid flashbacks, probably about LaCroix and Freud...*

A noise on her balcony started out her out of one of her Nick contemplations (think Nat in a flashback). Natalie looked over at her darkened balcony. *Ugh, great he better have brought his car, my hair and wind do not work*

Natalie moved over to the balcony and pulled open her window, "Nick?"

"Mooooo!"

*Mooooo? Nick must think he's so damn funn...* Natalie stopped and saw a black and white cow standing in her balcony on her DAISIES!

"My Daisies!"

"Moo?"

"Who the hell are you... you daisy-killer!?!"

"Moo."

"Oh, like I can understand that!"

"Mooooo" *an exasperated one* The cow suddenly turned her eyes to Nat and Nat started to get a headache.

"Mo... sorry, Dr. Lambert this balcony is a little too small for me to fit in."

Natalie lips formed an o and took a step back. "How?"

"I am not sure but somehow I flew down and..."

"Not that, the talking in the head thing?"

"I don't know but I can talk to you in your mind."

"Oh!" (Like that explains it all-plot hole!)

"Nick needs you."

"What! If he makes me late again because he walked into another pole...

*flashback-a week ago*
Natalie was reading her favorite as Grace termed it 'one of those trashy romance novels' right before leaving for work. *Oh! Tristan you fool go to her can't you see she nee...* Nat looked up as she heard a scratch at her balcony door. Nat got up and looked outside. Nick stood there with his head looking awful. He came in and looked somewhat sheepish even with his
head injured. It looked like he ran into a two by four and came away with some splinters, really big ones.

"Nick what happened?"

Nick smiled weakly (which is hard to do when half of your face is full of splinters). "Uhm would you believe I was attacked by a woodpecker and his dinner?"

Nat glared at him "fess up, Nick."

"Well I was walking to my loft when I remembered when I used to take walks down the Sein..." At this point Nick's eyes got hazy as he fell back into his flashback.

Nat glared at him, "Nick!" Nat walked over and tapped his shoulder and yelled in is ear. "Nick!" His face remained glazed over and a smile began to curl the edges of his lips up.

"Janette." Nick muttered as his smile got bigger.

*He's thinking of that... that hussy!* Nat's eyes saw green and looked real mad. "Nick!" Nat punched him hard on his arm. Nick didn't respond. Nat thought real carefully. *Hmm, I never tried...*

"Nick," Nat murmured softly. "Oh Nick." Natalie got bolder and more seductive. "I feel so lonely without your little Willie.."

*Janette walking towards him with a smi...* Whap! (hee, hee whiplash!). "Nat you WHAT!?!" Nick looked at her with a look of shock.

Nat wickedly smiled inside and shelved that method of reaching Nick in her very devious mind. *Hmm that could useful from now on* "Nick I said I was getting lonely waiting for you silly, you know from your thoughts?" Nat replied with a serious Dr. Lambert voice.

"Oh! Well I was thinking and I..." Nick looked at the floor and blushed (as much as a pale white vampire could blush).

"And you, what?"

"I... walked into a wooden pole. I swear it wasn't there before. I just slammed into it and got these really horrible splinters on my head. Please...," Nick wheedled. "Please can you get them out Nat?"

Nat stared at him and looked positively... dumbstruck. *Mr., I see better than any mortal, vampire walked into a pole* Nat felt like laughing but the look of chagrin on his face kept her silent. "Okay sit down let me get my plie...uhmp... my tweezers from the kitchen." Nat got to her kitchen and pulled out a pair of pliers (what else do you think can pull out splinters from a hardheaded vampire). She looked up at her clock and sighed. Between her indulgence for her books, Nicks repair, and his silly flashback she was going to be late for work.

"Okay Nick sit down" Nick sat and she began...
*end flashback*

"Moo?"

Nat started out of her thoughts and looked up at the cow. "Uhmm sorry remembered something."

"That's fine I notice a lot of people doing that. Like I thought to you before, Nick needs your help. He sort of fell down the stairs and sort of hit his head sort of hard." The cow looked (sort of) sheepish or uhm... cowish.

"And," Nat looked at the cow with her best LaCroixian look, "how did this sort of accident occur?"

The cow looked a bit uncomfortable. "Well he sort of wasn't expecting me and I guess (got you didn't I you were probably expecting a sort of, right?) he became startled"

"Why would he be started I am sure he has seen cow carouches before..." *Probably his worst nightmare* Nat thought silently laughing. *revenge of the cowpires!*

"Well that's the thing I think he was startled because we are... uhh family and LaCroix is my master"

"What!" The thought that the upright and snotty 'pillar of the vampire community' making a carouch was too much for her. She fainted to the floor with a loud thump.

*Oh great,* thought the cow. *Not her too.* Resigned to having two people faint on her the cow bent down and flipped Natalie on her back. After making sure Natalie was secure and wouldn't fall off (couldn't have that now could we? Back you... you... COUSINS!-author raising a cross in
front of her at several people) the cow lifted up and flew back towards the loft.