Notes: The characters from Forever Knight are owned by Sony Tri-Star. The characters from Xena Warrior Princess are owned by StudiosUSA and Renaissance Studios. The characters from Smallville are owned by DC and the WB. The characters from the "Mummy Returns" are from Universal. Thanks to Emily for the idea about Schanke's abilities. The characters from Mutant X are from Marvel and Tribune. All other characters are fictitious and are of my own creation. Please send comments to dante0220@yahoo.com.

This story takes place a week following "The Truth will Set You Free" and about a week before "Oh Father".


Preface [Queen's Hut-Amazon Village, c. 84 AD]

Gabrielle, Bard-Queen of the Amazons, writes...

As with our solstice celebration, the Christian rite of Christmas is marked by a spirit of giving. Often times, such acts can vary from helping an older person across the road or in supporting a worthy cause. As this scroll shows, the group from Tucson lent a very big hand to the community on that holiday. Meantime, David and Nick are dealing with change due to tragedy, but how will they and their friends respond to these new circumstances?


Chapter 1 [South Tucson-The week before Christmas]

For a month, TPD had investigated a string of murders in this part of town. In each case, the victims, middle-aged community service volunteers, were strangled with piano wire. Accordingly, Natalie LeBeau had worked around the clock, trying to find clues for her friends to go on. Her latest find-a laundry tag-had brought Nick and Schanke to this part of town, hoping for a lead.

"I'm going in to ask the dry cleaner about this. Be right back," Nick indicated. Getting out, he walked across the street and entered the building.

Schanke sat in the Caddy, shivering slightly. Although it was nowhere near as cold as a Toronto winter, the Sonoran desert could still be chilly, especially to one with his enhanced senses. Yeah, he gets to go in. C'mon, Schanke. Cripe, ever since my werewolf abilities first surfaced, I've been sensitive to this type of stuff. For the last few months, he had known about his newfound talent and, on several occasions, had even held his own with "Slick Nick"-as the department liked to call his partner.

Then he spied a skinny Hispanic male in a hooded sweatshirt entering the laundry. From what the detective could tell, the man had the strong odor of chili peppers on him.

Hmm...must be a late night laundry run. That's weird. 

The man just as quickly hustled back out and sprinted down the street. Now what?

"Schanke!" Nick yelled, bolting out the door in chase. "That's him! The clerk just identified him!"

"Right!" The paunchy detective jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut. "We got a dead end here, Nick. You go left. I go right." 

"Absolutely," the vampire detective agreed, taking off into the night.

Concentrating, Schanke felt himself starting to change. His hair grew longer and covered his body; his nose became a snout; and his eyes glowed bright yellow. Now where are ya? Jogging around the corner, he could discern the chili smell even more. He ain't far. With that, he hurried after their quarry.

****

The Hispanic man, Eduardo Mendoza, ran for his freedom. On that night, he had figured that the police wouldn't notice a late night trip to the laundry to pick up his clothes. If luck had been with him, he would have been on a bus out of town a few hours later. Unfortunately for him, that stupid clerk had to rat him out. If I get away from these two pigs, I'll deal with him too. 

Turning two darkened corners, he didn't see the blond detective who chased him down the street. Good, I got away from him too! Advancing cautiously, he crept into the alley beside a small brick building.

"Mr. Mendoza, stop!" Nick commanded from behind him.

"Que? How did you get here?" Mendoza yelled. He brandished a 9mm revolver, warning, "Stay back!"

"C'mon, guy," Schanke urged from the shadows. "Ya really don't wanna do that, do ya?"

"What do you know about what I want? Those goodie-good idiotas didn't!" the fugitive snarled, firing off a couple of shots. Noting a doorway beside him, he backed toward it.

Nick streaked after him and grabbed Mendoza's sleeve. 

However, his target slipped out of the coat and lunged through the door, somehow locking it before the Elder could react. "Damn it!"

The partners tested the door. 

"It's locked, Schank," Nick indicated. "Take the front, all right? I'll go in this way."

"Gotcha," the werewolf agreed, taking off around the corner for the street entrance.

After looking around to make sure the coast was clear, Nick broke the door's lock and moved into the darkened building. With his enhanced senses, he could tell that the suspect had fled straight down the hallway. After a few steps, he could hear something new at the end of the hall: a chorus of heartbeats. Then, a shot rang out. What in? As he stood on the other side of the door, he could distinguish Mendoza's heart from the others, which were not quite as strong. He's got kids in there. What are they doing here? 

Almost in response to the mental query, his senses picked up on the spoor of blood. Damn it.

"Hey, cop! You want me?"

"Yeah. Look, this is between us, all right?" Nick advised. "Don't make it worse for yourself by taking hostages."

"I'm getting' outta here and you ain't stopping me," Mendoza snarled, opening the door and backing away.

The vampire detective saw his quarry holding a gun to a little girl's head and grinning at him. 

"She's my insurance policy. Either you let me go, or I waste these kids starting with her!"

Nick held his gun in firing position. Over by the window, he could see a woman lying in a pool of her own blood. Behind him, he could see Schanke-now in human form-silently creep into the room behind the perp and motion the other kids silently out of the room. "You really don't want to do this, Mendoza," he urged. "Put the gun down and put your hands behind your head."

Mendoza chuckled, "Who do you think you are? This ain't no movie!"

Wouldn't you like to know? Starting his hypnosis, the detective reiterated, "Put the gun down...now."

Mendoza's eyes widened and he mumbled, "Put...the...gun...down...I...I." Then he shook his head. "What are you doin', Man?" He tightened his grip on the hostage and looked around nervously. "Quit that!"

Damn. He's a resister! Nick realized, still pointing his gun at the other's head. 

"Hey, where are the others?" the gunman demanded. 

"They're gone," Schanke replied, his pistol now aimed at the other as well. "You heard my partner. This is your last chance."

"Can you take me before I shoot her, puerco?" 

"Do ya really wanna find out?" Schanke responded, a determined gleam in his eye. That girl's about Jenny's age. Lord, don't let anythin' happen to her. "C'mon, Pal. This place is surrounded. You ain't goin' anywhere."

"Too bad," Mendoza declared as he pulled the trigger.

Faster than the eye could see, Nick streaked in and pulled the gun away from the little hostage's head, allowing her to flee into the hallway.

"Damn!" Mendoza screamed as the detectives cuffed him.

Nick shook his head. How could we have let him in here? This is an orphanage. How could I have been so careless?

"Hey, Nick, I'll get our boy outta here. Can you check on the little girl?" his partner asked.

He nodded, walking out into the hallway. The dark area had plenty of potential hiding places. Using his senses, he heard the little heartbeat down the hall. Against the far door, he found her, huddled and shaking. "Miss?"

"Stay away!" she screamed.

Seeing a single stream of moonlight between them, he stepped into view. "It's okay. My name's Nick and I'm a detective with the police. It's okay. What's your name?"

"M...Melissa," the girl replied nervously, tears streaming down her face.

"Okay, Melissa, the bad man's gone. My partner is taking him to the car. How about we go get a cocoa or something? All right?" Nick offered.

"With marshmallows?"

He grinned. "Sure, lots of them. Come on. Let's see if your friends are okay."

She stood up slowly and took his hand fearfully. Her big blue eyes burrowing into his. "Nick, I'm scared."

"Of what? Well, I'm scared too...a little," he let his eyes twinkle into hers. "Let's get out of here, all right?" 

Together, they walked back into the room and down the stairs. Just outside the door, they found Schanke talking with Ramirez.

"Ah, Nick," the captain called out to him. "I see you have the last one. Is she okay?"

"Melissa's fine," the vampire assured him. "Melissa, this is my boss, Captain Ramirez."

"H...hi, Cap'n," she responded. "Sorry." She sniffled a bit. 

"No problem," Ramirez assured her, smiling warmly. "Why don't you join the others, all right?"

She nodded and walked over to her friends.

"Umm...Nick, I am going to need to talk with you and Schanke about this one when we get back," Ramirez added, the seriousness apparent in his eyes.

The two partners looked at each other knowingly. Another lecture was coming. "Sure, Cap. We'll be right there. I just need to check something first. Schank, I'll meet you at the Caddy."

Seeing Natalie walk up, he agreed and started down the street for the car. "See ya in a minute."

"Hey, Nick, I'm just on my way upstairs," Nat told him. "How are you doing?"

He shook his head dejectedly. "Not well. I had him, Nat, and he got into the orphanage. There's a body up there-a woman in her late twenties, I'd say."

She rubbed his shoulder. "Hey, Nick, it happens. Any of the kids get hurt?"

"Schank got them all out except for one. I helped her."

"Well, that's a start," the coroner assured him. "Look, I'll talk to you later, okay? I want to get up there and start the work on the crime scene." 

"Thanks, Nat." Over the past year, they had rebuilt their friendship. Tonight, he would need her support.

She smiled and disappeared into the building.

He sighed and headed into the alley. Making sure that nobody was watching, he took off into the night sky, landing by the Caddy.

"Hey, Nick. Good timing there," Schanke cracked.

"Not now, Schank," Nick advised as he got into the driver's seat of the car. "Because of me, that woman's dead."

"Hey, Nick. Stop it, all right? We got the kids out. Let's get back to the precinct," the other said, trying to ease his partner's nerves. Granted, he shouldn't have let that creep get away, but he did give both of us the slip. Ramirez is gonna charbroil us both over this one.

The immortal detective started the car and took off into the night.


Chapter 2 [One hour later-Precinct]

Nick sat at his desk moping over what had just happened. Several things had happened to him lately, dividing his attention and wearing him down. The Duboises' situation had distracted him as their losses mounted at the hands of the GSA and the Strand. Then his duties as city Elder demanded increasing amounts of his time as the logistics fell increasingly on his shoulders. Janette's really helped me, but I do need to assume control of it at some point. The Community expects it, especially with Ali, Eckhart, and the renegades lurking out there. Finally, the job itself was getting tedious. For ten years, he had played the role of 'vampire cop' keeping his interest in the role and maintaining a standard of departmental interests. Now that was slipping too.

What is it? He stared out across the bullpen pondering that point. The last time this happened in Toronto, it was a case of...burnout. He took a deep breath. Burnout. He recalled Natalie's words in that regard-how a burned out partner could be dangerous to Tracy. Well, here he was again and it could affect both her and Schanke. The question is what to do about it. Should I move on? He quickly dismissed that thought. No, Alyce and I are comfortable. I wouldn't ask her to give up her post at this point. Besides, I have that responsibility for the Community. What should I do?

At that moment, Tracy shook him. "Hey, Nick."

"Huh, Tracy? What are you doing here? It's your night off," he wondered.

She shrugged. "I needed to get some paperwork done. Besides, Schanke called and said that you could use a friend before Ramirez drags you into his dungeon."

He smiled. In Toronto, they had been as distant as two partners could be. Since coming to Tucson, he had endeavored to work much closer with her. "Thanks, Trace."

"No problem," she replied, taking her seat. "Vachon mentioned you've been on edge lately and...well...I've noticed too."

He winced. "It's that apparent, huh?"

"Yeah. Are you okay? It's been a hell of a year with everything. Being in your position within the city isn't making things easier, I'm sure," she added in a low voice, making sure nobody else could hear.

"There's that," he admitted. "But, I'm wondering if I should keep doing this, Tracy."

"You can't move on, Nick. We need you here," she told him.

"I know that. Still, I'm wondering if police work is worth it," he muttered, putting his head in his hands.

She scratched her head, puzzling over what to tell him. Should I tell him to leave before he gets someone killed? He's the only partner I've ever had...well...other than Schanke. 

"Hey, guys," Schanke intruded. "Sorry, Nick, but Ramirez wants to see us pronto."

The vampire nodded and looked at her again. "Thanks for coming by, Trace. I do appreciate it."

"Good luck in there, you two," she told them.

****

The partners entered the captain's office and shut the door behind them.

Ramirez watched them carefully. They look like two kids in the principal's office. Well, they should. "Sienta se por favor," he told them, pointing to the chairs. After they sat down, he asked, "What happened out there tonight, Detectives?"

"Excuse me?" Schanke wondered.

"I was wondering why Mendoza was in the orphanage to begin with. Guys, I commend you for chasing him down and for making the arrest. However, due to your carelessness, a woman is on Dr. LeBeau's table and a group of kids are distraught tonight."

"At least we got them out of there, Cap," Schanke shot back. 

"True...you did, but why did you even have to take that chance? Guys, I've noticed several slip ups with your cases lately--particularly with you, Detective Miles. Nick, are you okay? This isn't like you and frankly, I'm concerned," the captain stated.

"I'm fine, Captain. I'm just a little tired is all," Nick told him. 

"Well then, perhaps a vacation is in order. You have the time, Detective. I'd advise that you take it or I'll have Sergeant Novak keep you out of here for a week. You're not a rookie. Please use the time to think on things." Ramirez sighed and continued, "The review board is going to see this, I'm afraid. As for you, Schanke, I'm going to move you to the night shift and team you with Detective Brown."

Schanke shook his head. Nick, you don't deserve this. "Fine. I'll let her know."

"Is that all?" Nick asked. "If so, I'd like to take off."

"Absolutamente," the captain agreed. "This isn't a suspension, Nick."

"Then why does it feel like one?" he sighed, walking out of the office, leaving the others behind.

****

Meantime, Nat scrutinized the victim's body carefully, checking for every detail. Wendy Luftkin was a fit woman who cared about kids. She volunteered at the orphanage four nights per week, enjoying her time with the youngsters. Now look at her. Her mind flashed back to her first assistant. She's so much like Jenny. Another bright light extinguished.

"Are you okay?" Steve Petersen wondered, rapping on the door.

"Steve? What are you doing here?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

He scratched his head as he walked over to her side. "Well, I had to drop off some paperwork to Ramirez. He was in some big meeting according to the desk sergeant. I figured I'd see how you were doing. What are you working on?"

"Another homicide from that string of murders," she replied after kissing him. "This is the last one though. Nick and Schanke bagged the perp."

Not soon enough. "At least the perp's off the street, right? The kids are safe from what I hear."

"Yeah, but they saw the whole thing. Ramirez is grilling Nick and Schanke right now over that. Somehow, Mendoza got by them outside and ran into the orphanage. You know how Ramirez is about kids," she pointed out.

"True," he agreed. Although he wasn't officially on the police roster, Steve had seen enough of Ramirez to judge his tendencies. One of them included leaving kids out of the line of fire. Sometimes that can't be avoided. Seeing Nick at the door, he asked, "How'd it go? Natalie was just telling me about your conference."

The vampire shrugged. "I have a week's vacation-no options, and the review board's going to look over my cases. Honestly, I don't feel like talking about it right now." He rubbed her shoulder. "Thank you for the support at the scene, Nat. I appreciate it."

She shook her head. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

Nick frowned. "Maybe later. I need some air. If anyone needs me, I'll be at the Gato." With that, he took off heading for the parking lot.

She noted, "I haven't seen him this depressed since Toronto. I hope he's okay."

"You know him better than I do, Nat. Still, I think he could use some company," he replied, taking out his cell phone and dialing his former classmate's number. "Besides, I know somebody else who needs to blow off some steam, too."

****

[Dave's office]

Dave sat in front of the computer, typing away on a departmental memo. This should have been done a week ago. Still, with everything that's happened since Thanksgiving, I guess I should count myself lucky to be this close to being done. At least, the exams are graded and the final grades are off to the registrar. That observation brought the memory of Ashlocke's most recent incursion to mind. Only a week prior, the mutant students had engaged the Strand just outside of his window on the mall area and handily took care of business. They all got A's for the way they performed--what a team effort.

Then the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hi, Dave. It's Steve. How's it going?"

"Steve, I'm getting my paperwork caught up. Same old stuff, you know? How about yourself?"

"Oh, I'm hanging in there. Hey, when are you finished there?" the agent asked.

"About ten more minutes. Why? Is there something wrong?" the professor inquired.

"Not with me. Nick's at the Gato and he's not doing well. Here's Natalie," Steve continued.

"Dave, how are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm getting better. It's not everyday that you find out that your ex-girlfriend's your sister, you know. Anyway, I'm good. Karen and Mike are really excited about having Christmas with us this year as a real family and all. So what's going on with Nick?" Dave asked.

"He and Schanke arrested that serial killer that's been on the loose. You haven't heard about it because the department kept it under wraps. They did get him, but before they did, the suspect ran into the DePreis Orphanage."

The professor winced. "What happened? How are the kids?"

"There was a standoff involving them right in front of the kids. The community service volunteer who was with them died from a gunshot wound. They're all pretty traumatized right now."

"I can imagine," he assessed. "And Nick? The guilt's kicked in, hasn't it?"

"Big time. Ramirez told him to book off for a week. That didn't help matters. I was wondering if you would head down to the Gato and talk with him. I'd appreciate it."

At that moment, he sensed Alyce entering the building and heading for his office. "I'm on my way there. Alyce just came in." Motioning toward the door, he telekinetically opened it, allowing the curator to enter. "I just need to call Angie. We'll get him straightened out."

"Thanks, Dave. I really appreciate it," the coroner concluded as she hung up.

He sighed deeply as he hung up. "Alyce, what's up?"

She frowned. "Nick's really depressed. Something happened tonight."

"That was Natalie LeBeau. I'm on my way to see him if you want to wait a minute," he replied, dialing another number. 

"Hi, Dave. How much later are you going to be?" Angie answered in their apartment.

"Something came up and I need to deal with it," he told her.

"Now what?" his wife wondered.

"Relax, it's nothing like that. Nick needs someone to talk to. I wanted to let you know first," he explained.

She agreed, "He's been right there for us. Take as long as you need, Sweetie."

"Thanks, Princess. I'll check back in," he assured her, blowing a kiss into the phone as he hung up. "Okay, Alyce, let's see how Nick's doing," he stated, opening a portal and waving her through before following himself.


Chapter 3
[El Gato Negro]

Nick wandered into the vampire bar under a cloud of despair. He was totally oblivious to everything around him. Descending the stairs, he made his way to a table in the corner and sat by himself.

From her place behind the bar, Janette watched him with concern. The weight of the world's on his shoulders yet again. Nicolas, why do you do this to yourself? She shook her head, knowing that recent events had a lot to do with this situation. If you weren't the Elder, I'd tell you to move on. I'll give him a few more minutes before I go over. Thus decided, she tended to her other customers.

****

Fifteen minutes later, Nick sat sipping on a glass of straight merlot and still brooding about things. What can I do? How can I stay in the city if I can't keep my job?

"Look at the high and mighty Crusader. Moping again, are we?" a familiar and insulting voice taunted.

He didn't have to look up to know who it was. "Leave me alone, Ali."

"You're some example to the rest of us, Brabant. Did your mortal co-workers finally tell you to leave? What a pity!" the former Janissary continued.

The others in the club turned and watched the developing encounter.

Nick glared at the Enforcer, his eyes turning yellow and his fangs descending. "I said leave me alone!"

"Who's going to stop me, you?" Ali pressed. Then he sensed another presence entering the club. "Dubois?"

"That's right," the professor agreed, stepping over to the table. 

"Dave, stay out of this!" the Elder snapped, standing up.

"He's not worth my time anyway...at least not yet," the Turk insulted him.

"Funny, I was worth your spawn's time. How do you take your Burgundian-well done or what?" the professor retorted. "Leave him alone, all right?"

Ali growled, "You would dare to bring up Bertrand like that?"

"Dave, stop it. Right now!" Nick tried to intercede.

"Considering what that bastard did to me, Hell yes! Go ahead, Ali-just give me an excuse. After what I've been through the past two weeks, I'm ready for you," the medievalist declared, ignoring his friend.

The Turkish Enforcer stared into the professor's eyes. "So be it!" With that, he charged, bulling the other across the room.

Dave crashed into the bar, skidding through a row of fine white wines before stopping at the end. Feeling the wounds burn from the alcohol, he snarled darkly. "That's it!" He rose and channeled dark energy into his hands.

His opponent flew toward him, determined to dispose of him quickly.

The professor grinned and fired two pulses, smacking Ali against the far wall. "Back off or I let His Darkness deal with you!"

Ali slowly got up. The mortal pest is growing more powerful with each day. Soon though, I'll have the ability to deal with him once and for all. "Very well. This isn't finished, Dubois."

"Yeah, yeah...it's never finished. You sound like LaCroix. Take a number and I'll get to you," Dave responded firmly, shooing him off with his hand. "Right now, my friend needs help. Keep bothering him and I'll punch your ticket once and for all. Got it?"

The other shook his head and took off into the night.

"Monsieur Dubois, do you mind?" Janette protested. "What about my bar?"

"Put it on Ali's tab," Dave retorted. "I'm sorry, Janette, I was trying to help Nick, is all."

She managed a smile. "I know. Still, a little restraint might be in order."

"That's okay, Janette, although I do agree with you. Dave, I could have handled it," he stated.

The professor sighed. "Actually, I was restrained. I was just trying to be a friend is all. That's why I'm here right now."

"Natalie and I asked him to come over," Alyce added, rubbing his shoulder. "What happened, Nick?"

"There was a fire fight tonight with a suspect. Unfortunately, a woman died and several kids were in the crossfire," the detective stated. "I helped one of them out of the building, but we should have kept him out of there in the first place."

"We?" Alyce wondered.

"Schanke and I were chasing him," Nick replied.

"And this building, what was it?" Dave asked.

"An orphanage. The kids were caught in the line of fire and their...babysitter...died. That woman should be alive. I just wonder if I'm cut out for police work anymore," the vampire continued.

"Don't be silly!" the curator chided. "You're a fine detective."

"Usually, I'd agree, but lately, the job has become so tedious. Everything's a chore. Normally, I'd move on, but this time, I don't want to do that," Nick said.

"What do you have in mind then?" the professor asked.

"I'll find something. What I'd like to do is teach college again, but I don't know if they'd let me," the detective stated.

"If you had a Ph. D, they would," Dave told him.

"I do have one in archaeology. Actually, it's about forty-five years old, but it's from the University of Chicago."

Alyce scratched her head. Unfortunately, there aren't any positions in the museum for him. But... "Yes! Hang on!" She hustled over to the bar. "Janette, can I borrow the computer in the office for a minute? I have an idea for Nick, but I wish to check on it first."

"Oui. You know where it is," the bartender told her.

The curator smiled and went to the computer. After going online, she accessed the university's job site and scrolled through the entries. "I knew there was something!" she exclaimed, printing an ad off and zipping back over to her friends.

"What is it?" the Elder wondered.

"Look at it, Nick," she urged, handing him the paper. "It's right up your alley."

He read the ad over and scratched his chin. "Celtic and Egyptian archaeology, huh? If he were still alive, I'd say this would be Tony Samuelsohn's position."

"It was...until his death," Dave noted. "Do you really want to teach again, Nick?"

He nodded. "The Red Scare forced me out in the fifties. I would like to pick it back up if I could."

And to have somebody on the faculty who's pro-mutant would be helpful too. Of course, there's the fact that he's got all of that archaeological experience, too. Thankfully, I declined being on that search committee. "I can nominate you, Nick. Let's see, I think Alex would give you a letter. And maybe, Eve might do the same. Lydia's in charge of that committee, so I'll get the paperwork from her."

"If you can get over to me, that would be great," Nick agreed.

"Okay then, well...are you going to be all right for a while? I can follow you home if you'd like," the professor offered.

"Thanks, Dave, but Angie's waiting for you. I guess I should be asking how you're doing."

"Not as well as I'd like, but every day's a little better than the last," Dave agreed, standing up. "And we all care, Nick, all right?"

As he left, Alyce stated, "Listen to him, Nick. You would be great at the university." She kissed his cheek and rose from the seat. "Meantime, I need to get back to the museum. See you at the loft."

"Okay," he concurred. "Thanks."

She walked up the stairs and took off for the museum.

Nick took a deep breath and stared at Janette. Finishing his drink, he told himself--This change could be a good thing. A good thing indeed.


Chapter 4 [Next Morning]

Lex Luthor walked into his study with a seriousness to his gait. From the previous day, he recalled some unresolved matters waiting for his attention along with his appointments. It's amazing how things can mushroom like this. I really do need to check on my assistant's efficiency. Sitting in his favorite chair, he noted that the butler had left his muffin and coffee on the end table as always. At least I can count on Jenkins. 

Opening up the newspaper, he saw the account of the orphanage incident. My God. As he read the article, his mind grappled with the details. I can't believe that Nick would deliberately put kids in harm's way. Granted, I haven't known him for that long, but his record is stellar with the force. He shook his head. The city's going to want a scapegoat though. He sipped on his coffee and mused about the situation for a minute.

Then a knock came from the door. "Yes?" he asked.

"Lex, it's Dave Dubois. Can I come in?" 

"Sure. Take a seat. I'll have Jenkins bring up some breakfast," Lex offered, watching his friend enter the room.

The professor shook his hand. "No thank you. Angie had her waffles this morning. I will take a cup of coffee though."

The billionaire nodded. "Somehow, I thought you would." Walking over to the coffee pot, he asked, "How are you doing anyhow?"

"Dealing with things as usual. I'm grateful that Karen and Angie are taking the revelation so well. I still can't believe it," Dave declared. Accepting the cup, he sipped on it. "Mmm...now I can see why Chloe likes you so much."

Lex smirked. "I think there are other reasons too, Dave. Seriously, I'm glad she's transferring out here. But you didn't come over here to talk with me about her or Smallville, did you?"

Dave sighed, "No, I didn't. It's about the incident last night at the orphanage."

"You were there?"

"No, but I spent a while with Nick at the El Gato afterwards. Got into a fight too," the professor continued. "Ali started it."

"Ali?"

"He's a...senior vampire, Eckhart's master, and an Enforcer. Last night, he came after Nick just as I walked in. He and I got into it. He smacked me into the bar. I blasted him into the wall. No Child...just me. You know how I feel about watching my friends getting pushed around."

Remembering the theater incidents, he winced. Yeah, I do. "And?"

"Nick's thinking of changing careers. Do you think you can make a few calls...arrange a deal?"

"First question, what is the new career?"

"He wants to go back to being a professor. The university has an opening in archaeology, which is his specialty."

"And I suppose the deal we're talking about is to get the university to look the other way?"

"No, Lex. I wouldn't ask that...conflict of interest and all of that. What I'm asking is to get a deal with the city. If Nick gets and takes the job, he leaves the force. If he leaves, then the inquiry's dropped. Meantime, get them to stall the heat so he has a halfway decent chance at the job."

"You'd want this, I take it?"

"Besides the fact that he's my friend, he's also a very talented archaeologist. It's his passion. Well?"

"I think I can do that. Meantime, I need something in return, Dave. The business community will want to do something for those kids. I was hoping to get the university involved somehow," Lex stated.

"Sure. Maybe a party? Maybe Santa could visit them, if you get my drift."

Lex nodded. "I like where you're going with this. Let me make a few calls and I'll talk to you later today."

"Great. I have to get some research done this morning and get the papers over to Nick," Dave said gratefully. Finishing his coffee, he added, "This is really good. Thank you."

"My pleasure," his friend replied. "Yeah, I brought some beans back from the Talon when we were there. Hey, Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"Take one day at a time, all right? Trust me, everything's working out for the best," Lex advised. 

Dave put his coat on and thought on this one for a second before responding, "I know. Thanks, Lex. Have a great day."

"You too. Don't stress too much."

The professor waved and headed out the door. I'm glad Lex turned out the way he did.

****

[The Precinct]

Natalie walked up the stairs, wanting a break from her task downstairs. The write up on the victim was almost finished, but she needed time away from it. Walking over to the coffee pot, she noticed the little blond girl sitting by herself on the bench, sipping on a cup of something. That's the girl Nick helped last night. What was her name? Melissa...yes, that's right.

"Excuse me? Can I help you with something?" Natalie asked.

Melissa shook her head. "No, Ma' am, I'm just waiting for the van to come back. They always leave me behind."

The coroner gave her a curious look. "Who always leaves you behind?"

"Oh, Social Services thinks I'm too this and that to get adopted. People think I'm too old to fit in. The other kids call me the "old fart". Who would want to adopt me?" Melissa complained, her eyes starting to water.

Natalie sat down beside her. "I think you're a nice girl. Who wouldn't want to adopt you?"

Melissa just shrugged. "Even that nice officer last night left so fast I didn't get a chance to thank him."

Nice officer? "Was he in uniform, Melissa?"

"No, he was dressed like normal people. He had yellow hair. He got me out of that bad place. I wanted to say thank you," the girl explained.

Natalie smiled. "Would you want to take a drive with me, Melissa? I promise we'll be right back here."

"Where to?" Melissa asked suspiciously.

"To see that 'nice officer'. I think you both could cheer each other up. Come on," the coroner urged, taking her by the hand and walking outside toward her car.

****

[Nick's Loft]

Nick sat on the couch, staring at the television set. For hours, the local channels had talked about the shootout, putting him and Schanke in an unfavorable light. I'd like to see them take care of things in a different way. 

Alyce had tried to console him earlier, but finally, she conceded the point and went to bed, hoping that some time alone would improve his mood.

In front of him, the university's paperwork lay completed. Now, he needed to get a hold of Alex O' Connell, as well as Eve. With Dave's nomination this morning, the process was underway. Hopefully, this term will be as fulfilling as the last one.

The buzzer sounded.

Walking over to the monitor, he saw Natalie standing there with the little girl from the previous evening. "Hi, Nat. What's going on?"

"Hi, Nick, umm, sorry to disturb you in the middle of the day. I needed some air and you have someone who wanted to see you," Natalie explained. "Can we come up?"

He looked around, making sure that all of Alyce's bottles were out of sight. "Okay." He activated the lift.

A minute later, the elevator door opened, allowing the two visitors to enter.

"Hi again, Nat and...Melissa, right?" he greeted, trying to keep a smile on his face. 

"Yeah. Why is it so dark in here?" Melissa wondered.

"I'm...uh...allergic to sunlight," Nick replied. Changing the topic quickly, he continued, "So, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine...I guess. You don't look so good," the little visitor told him.

"No?"

Melissa shook her head. "Why are you so sad, Officer?"

"That bad man never should have shot your friend and scared all of you. I scared you too, didn't I?" he commented.

"He did, yeah. You were like one of those princes in the stories they read to us. You and your friend protected us. The others still don't know what happened with the bad man. You were so fearless and strong. Thank you," Melissa expressed, kissing his cheek.

Natalie wiped her face quickly to concede her tears.

Nick sighed and smiled. "You have no idea how much that means to me, Melissa. You're welcome, and thank you for coming over to say that." He hugged her tightly. Then he remembered the conversation with Dave earlier that morning. "Say, what are you all doing for Christmas?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Well, how would you like a party, huh?" he offered. "I know some people who would like to do something nice for all of you. How does that sound?"

"Great!" Melissa exclaimed. Then she noticed the bloody streaks on his cheeks. "Officer, your eyes are bleeding."

Nat stared at him. Nick was crying himself...Great.

He wiped his face off. "It's a...side effect...of my allergy."

Melissa looked at him skeptically. "Officer, if I share a secret with you, will you trust me with yours?" Seeing him nod, she walked over to the recliner in the corner. "Watch." She concentrated for a second and then touched the chair. A minute later, she picked it up with one hand as if it were a pebble. "I make heavy things light."

Natalie stared at him aghast. "Nick, she's...."

"...a mutant, yes...I know," he agreed. 

"You think I'm a monster too, don't you?" Melissa asked.

"No, I have a lot of friends who are special like us," he assured her. "You will keep my secret, right?"

She nodded.

"This is what I am," he indicated, looking down. When he looked back up, his eyes glowed yellow and his fangs were descended. 

"You're like Dracula! A..a..vam..vamp..."

"Vampire. That's right," he told her. "But I won't hurt you, Melissa. Okay? Friends?"

She grinned. "Friends. Thanks for understanding, Officer."

"Call me, Nick, and it's okay," he said appreciatively, rubbing her shoulder. 

Natalie allowed them to share the moment before announcing, "Melissa, we need to get you back to the station before they miss you, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," the girl agreed. "Thanks for bringing me over though."

"You're welcome, Sweetie," Natalie replied as they got back into the elevator.

"Nat, thank you," he concluded.

"You're welcome," the coroner mentioned, smiling warmly as the doors closed.

Nick smiled for a while after they left. The visit had assuaged his guilt and let him think clearly. Still, despite Melissa's words, he still had the department to deal with and the transition to make. Yes, he was doing the right thing.



Chapter 5 [That afternoon-Campus]

Dave sat in his office, eagerly mulling over a new manuscript. After the events of the previous three weeks, the research was a welcome release for him. Scribbling notes furiously, he made his way through the Latin text. Ah, this is more like it.

Then there was a knock at the door. "Yes? It's open." 

A thin woman with thin rounded glasses and a blue sweater walked into the office. "Dr. David Dubois, I presume?"

"That's right. And you are?" he asked expectantly.

"Nicole Masters from the Department of Social Services," she replied curtly. "May I take a seat?"

["This un's gonna be trouble," the Child warned.]

["Yeah, I gathered that," Dave replied. "Keep your cool."] He nodded and watched as she did so. "And what can I do for you, Ms. Masters?"

She opened her briefcase and pulled a pad out. "I was wondering what you thought about Nicholas Miles, sir? You do know him, don't you?"

"We're friends. Why do you ask?" he answered, sipping from his cherry tea. 

"We're looking to go after him for endangering those children."

Dave nearly choked on his tea. "What the? You've got to be kidding!"

"He and his partner chased a fugitive into the orphanage. A woman was shot and the kids are going to need a great deal of counseling to deal with this situation," she informed him. "The brute probably doesn't understand."

"Oh, trust me, he understands better than you know," he assured him. "I actually talked to him last night after it happened. He's already guilt-ridden enough over the situation."

"And what about the kids, Dr. Dubois? Even an academic like you should understand how fragile their minds are. But then again, you haven't seen that kind of pain."

He shook his head. "Lady, you have no damn idea what I've been through. I know more about child abuse than any of those kids will ever know." He smiled wickedly. I'm letting you out, but behave. Don't touch her.

["Right."]

She watched as he put his forehead against the desk and writhed a minute. "Professor Dubois?"

"Naw. He ain't here, Sweets. Ya'll got me now," the Child snickered, gazing intensely at the visitor...eye closed, the leer spread across his face. 

"Are you all right?"

"'Pends on who ya ask. Anyhow, Ah gotta point to tell ya. Ah've been there! Ah know all 'bout it! Daddy Bastard...Momma Drunk...Ya'll couldn't help us! An' now ya march yer pretty lil ass in here an' lecture us 'bout this crap! Shove it."

She trembled, recalling the case she had heard about in graduate school-the name...his name..."You're the multiple kid! You're a freak!"

At the use of the f-word, the Child bellowed and allowed his hands to crackle with dark energy. "Git out! Git outta here!"

"You're just as bad as that little girl-Melissa Hughes! A freak," she pressed.

"What? Are ya kiddin' me? Ya're judgin' a little girl 'cause she's special? Some shrink ya'll are, Sweets. It ain't her fault! It ain't mine! It's ya'll! God Damn Prissy-Two faces!" he hissed.

At that moment, Karen Montoya and Lydia Coltrane ran into the office. 

"What's happening? What are you doing to him?" Karen inquired frantically.

"I did nothing...except call him what he is... It's a shame they didn't commit him to an asylum when they had the chance!" Masters pointed out.

"Naw...ya did much worse!" he snapped.

She snickered.

"You weren't there, Lady! I was!" Karen retorted, getting right in the woman's face. "I saw what they did to him...with the tests, the drugs, the hypno-crap. Our so-called father made him like this and worse, people like you let him do it!"

Lydia asked, "You mean his father?"

"No, our Daddy," the Child concurred. "Jus' 'nother trick that twit pulled on us. 'Sup'ise! We're twins!"

"Karen?" Lydia wondered. "Is he serious?"

"We found out last week," the nurse admitted. "Stuart's a real gem, isn't he? We can talk about this later." Turning to Masters, she added, looking at the woman's ID. "I want you out of here now! There'll be a call to the state about this one. I guarantee it, Ms. Masters." 

"I wonder if his wife knows? I bet she'd love to know he's a raving maniac. And since he would be an unfit parent, we'd have to take..."

"Try it," the Child sniggered. "Ya can come, but ya'd all fry. Besides, ya'll picked this fight, Sweets an' Ah wonder what the robe-guy would think, huh? Git lost an' don't come back now, ya hear?"

Masters shook her head and stormed out of the office.

"Thank God that she's gone," Lydia declared.

Karen nodded and embraced the enraged one in front of her. "Shh...it's okay. I'm here now. Big Sister's here. Calm down...."

The Child nodded and let the change happen again.

Dave bowed his head, fighting back waves of sadness and anger. "Karen?"

"Yes, it's me. Let it out. Let it out," she urged.

With those words, the floodgates crashed open. He cried, his tears soaking through her blouse and wailed loudly.

Lydia shook her head. They're twins? But how can that be? "I'll leave you two alone, all right?" She left the office, shutting the door behind her.

For several minutes, the twins held onto each other-each consoling the other from the pain they felt.

Finally, there was a knock at the door. "Yes?" Karen asked. "This really isn't a good time."

"I...it's okay," Dave told her, getting up and opening the door to find his wife standing there. 

"Dave, I...felt you from across campus and..." Angie started but, seeing the anguished look on his face, stopped cold in her tracks. She hugged him. "It's okay. Remember what I told you in Smallville...we're not freaks, all right?"

"Thanks for coming over, Angie," Karen said. "I did all I could, but after that woman started in with the freak remarks, well...."

"I know. What started it, Dave?" the oncologist asked.

"She was asking about Nick, threatening him. I told her to back off. Then, she said that I had no idea about child abuse and...I...." He started to sob again, lapsing back into the Other.

"Ah dealt with her," he growled. "Didn't touch 'er."

"Thank you for that," Angie expressed sincerely. "And you did your job, I guess....but I'm here now, all right?"

"Yeah, Ah know. Thank ya." And the change happened again.

"Karen, can you get him home? I need to finish my shift at the UMC. I'll be there in about an hour," Angie requested.

The nurse nodded, helping him outside.

When will people just leave us alone? With that, she closed the door and headed for her car to get back over to work.


Conclusion [A week later...Christmas Eve]

After a hectic week of last minute shopping, wrapping gifts, party preparations, and miscellaneous things, everything finally fell into place. Although enjoying their vacation back home, Chloe, Clark, Lex, and Byron agreed to help with preparations. 

When he heard about the confrontation at the office, Lex immediately sprung into action, requesting an investigation into Melissa's treatment at the orphanage. What he, Steve, and Nick discovered horrified them all. Due to her gifts, Social Services kept her from prospective parents and adoption. Accordingly, the proper authorities were notified and an inquiry would be forthcoming. For her part in the affair, Ms. Masters lost her position and faced prosecution.

Subsequently, Dave and Nick took Melissa to meet Adam and confirm her mutant status. Once done, the former geneticist comforted the girl, assuring her that she was indeed special.

Finally, the phones buzzed between Smallville and Tucson. Knowing how Jonathan and Martha were with "special" kids and how Melissa needed understanding parents, arrangements were made for the three to meet...which they did in the Talon three days before Christmas Eve. At the end of the conversation, they all decided to think on things. The state of Arizona left it to them, wanting to get Melissa into a good home as soon as possible. 

****

Nick walked into the El Gato Negro and looked around. Around him, Christmas decorations lined the railings of the staircase as well as the walls. On the tables, bright red tablecloths and green centerpieces added a bit of color. At various spots around the room, the students finished the decorations. This looks great. It really does. The kids will love it, Janette. Thank you.

"I would hope so, Nicolas," the lady of the night replied smoothly, coming up from behind. "I'm missing a bit of business tonight. Still, to help this alliance of yours, I think it's a worthy cause."

He gave her a hug. "So do I."

"And did they give you something in return?" she wondered.

He held up an envelope. "I'll find out soon enough."

"Ah, their answer to your interview, I trust?"

"Yes. I can't wait to see what they thought. I'm not supposed to open it until Dave gets here, though," he pointed out.

Mortals and their silly rules. "Ah, Nick, just open it."

"Patience, Janette," he urged warmly, kissing her on the cheek. "It's a long night yet."

Indeed, Nicolas, it will be. Still, this should help a bit, I hope.

****

Behind the bar, Lana set up the eggnog and fruit punch for the kids. Over at the side, coffee was ready for the adults.

"How are we making out?" Clark asked.

"Okay. Are your parents going to be here on time?" she wondered.

"Mom's baking pies over at the Duboises. They should be here soon," he replied. "How's everything looking, Chloe?"

"Oh fine," the blonde reporter responded, putting the final piece on a streamer. "There!" Then giving Lex a loving glance, she called, "Hey, Billionaire Boy! Get over here and help me with this last piece, will you?"

Lex smirked. A guy's work is never done, is it? Strolling over from where he was inspecting the preparations, he asked, "What is it, Sullivan?"

"Hold this, will you?" she requested, handing him the streamer. "Okay, about three steps to the left, I think."

He eyed her suspiciously, but did so. "Okay, now what?"

She shook her head. "Try one step back."

He stepped back but found himself in the middle of the floor. "What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am," she assured him. "Look up."

He did-and saw the familiar green plant hanging from the ceiling. She got me all right! He smirked. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I get a kiss," she declared, embracing him and doing so to the admiration of everyone on the floor.

****

Ten minutes later, Jonathan and Martha entered the club and admired the scene. Once again, the kids and their professors had done them proud.

Setting the pies down on the counter, she told Lana, "This looks wonderful!"

"It does, doesn't it?" the former cheerleader responded, agreeing with the sentiment. "I hope it goes okay. Did you and Mr. Kent make your decision yet?"

She nodded. "We did this afternoon. When the time comes, we'll say something."

Lana nodded. I hope for Melissa's sake, it'll be a yes.

**** 

Steve and Natalie entered the area about five minutes later with equal astonishment. 

"Wow," she commented. "This is something!"

"Leave it to Dave, Lex, and Nick to come up with something on this scale," the agent concurred. 

"Don't forget the students, Steve," Nick reminded him.

"How could I? Nick, this is great! I see Schanke and his family are here already," Steve noted.

"And so are Tracy and Vachon," Natalie added. "Nick, I agree with Steve. This is a really great idea. So where's Alyce?"

"Here I am!" the curator called, waving to her friends as she entered the club with Eve and Francesca. "I took the mortal route over tonight. Am I late?"

"No, you're fine," Nick informed her. "As soon as the kids get here, we'll be ready to start."

****

Meantime, in the back room, Dave sat in a Santa Claus suit sans the facial makeup. I used to do this in high school, but I forgot how good it feels to wear it.

"Feeling better yet?" Angie inquired, handing him the invisible tape.

He sat rolling and pinching cotton balls in between his fingers. "I'm getting there." Making two strips the right length, he rolled the tape and secured each piece of cotton over an eyebrow. "Beard."

"Check," she giggled, handing him the requested item.

Putting the beard over his head and allowing it to hang over his ears on the elastic, he secured it there. "Hat?"

She handed him the hat.

He put it on and straightened it. "This feels great, all right."

"I thought it would, you big ham. Don't change," she laughed, kissing his cheek.

"Hold that thought, Mrs. Claus....for later," he snickered.

She shook her head while checking the main part of the club. There, the kids came in. "Get ready, Santa. Here they come."

****

In front of the club, a white state van pulled up with the fifteen kids from the homicide scene. 

"Okay, kids. This is it," the driver, an African-American man, instructed. "Line up, two by two next to the bus."

"You can stand in the back, Hughes," one of the other kids laughed. "Stupid freak."

"Enough of that, Tommy. One more comment and you'll stay here. Understand?"

The boy groused, "Yes, sir."

"It's okay. I'll stay here, sir," Melissa sighed. These parties were always boring at the orphanage, anyhow.

"No, you're going too, Melissa," the driver urged. "Come on."

The little girl reluctantly climbed out of her seat and stood at the back of the procession.

"Okay, let's go," the leader directed, leading them through the doors. 

The kids' jaws dropped as they saw the scene in front of them with the tinsel streamers, fancy tablecloths, and best of all, the grown ups waiting for them and smiling warmly. "Wow!" they chorused.

"Hello there," Janette greeted warmly. "Welcome to the El Gato Negro. Have fun tonight."

"Thank you, Ma 'am," they replied in unison before wandering down the stairs and sitting at three of the tables. 

Seeing the others were full, Melissa made her way over to one on the side so as not to be noticed as much.

"Can I sit with you?" Nick asked.

"Sure, Officer, I guess. How are you?"

"Better. And you?" he queried.

"Hanging in there. I wanted to thank you and Mr. Luthor for the nice trip the other day," she expressed.

"It was our pleasure, Melissa." The vampire grinned. "Look at the door."

"Why?" she asked. Then she saw Santa Claus come out with a stuffed bag. "Ooh! It's Santa!"

"Yay!" the other kids cheered. "Santa's here for us!"

The jolly elf set his bag down beside the great wooden chair set up beside the bar and boomed a great "Ho-Ho-Ho!" Sitting down in the chair, he allowed his eyes to twinkle at the little ones in front of him and asked, "Have you all been good boys and girls this year?"

Of course, they all nodded vigorously.

Santa laughed pleasantly and stated, "My source tells me that you all were very brave the other night. Is that right?"

Once again, they all nodded.

"Very good!" St. Nick cheered. "For that, I've got some presents for you all. Line up and we'll see what we have. All right?"

The kids did as he instructed. 

One by one, Santa passed out a wrapped package to each child, allowing him or her to head back to their seat with their trinket. 

When Melissa reached the chair, the bag was empty. "Santa?"

"Yes, Child?"

"The bag's empty. Isn't there anything in there for me?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face.

He shook his head. "Nothing in there for you, I'm afraid."

"I knew it. Nobody remembers me. I'm just a stupid...." She bowed her head.

Santa shook his head and hugged her. "Shhh, precious one. Shhh. It's all right. You aren't stupid, Melissa. I've watched you for a long time. You're such a good little girl. I can't imagine not giving you something extra special."

"What could that be? There's nothing in your bag, sir," she pointed out.

"True, but not all presents fit into the sack, Little One," he informed her, looking at the Kents. "I believe that my friends have something to say, don't you?"

"We do," Jonathan agreed. "Thanks, Santa." Walking forward with his wife, he wondered, "Do you remember our conversation from a couple of days ago?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir. I do."

Martha beamed. "We asked you a question, remember? What do you want to do, Sweetheart?"

"I want to go with you and Mr. Kent, if I can."

"That's what we want you to do too," she indicated.

Melissa took one look at the other kids before answering, "Yes! Thank you!"

Santa chuckled, "This is your present, Melissa, new parents. May you have many wonderful memories with them and your step-brother, Clark."

The farm boy walked over where he's been standing with his girlfriend to embrace his new sister. "As one adopted kid to another, welcome to the family!"

"Thanks," she replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek and allowing a tear to flow down her face. "I do appreciate this."

Looking back at their stepparents and seeing them nod, he added, "It's our pleasure."

"Indeed," their father added. "Is this all right with you, Melissa?"

The girl nodded and smiled. "It's great, thanks!" Turning back to Santa, she kissed him on the cheek and expressed, "Thank you."

"You're quite welcome," Santa agreed, grinning at Melissa. "May you all enjoy yourselves there."

"I will...thanks," the girl expressed.

"You're quite welcome, Melissa," Jonathan told her warmly, ruffling her hair and rubbing her shoulder.

Martha embraced her. "And now, I have a step-daughter! This is a wonderful present for all of us, Melissa! Thank you!"

She squeezed their hands tightly while walking with them over to their table.

"And now," Santa concluded. "Detective Miles, I believe you have something in your hand. Care to share the information inside with us?"

"Sure," Nick agreed, opening the letter and reading it. His jaw dropped but quickly composed itself into a smile. 

"Well?" Santa wondered.

"Yes, Nick?" Alyce added, snuggling up against him.

"They want me to teach archaeology! Effective at the beginning of next semester!" Nick announced.

"That's wonderful!" the curator agreed before sharing a kiss with him.

"I'll say," the coroner agreed, knowing how much Nick missed that type of work.

"I thought you'd like that," Santa chuckled, rubbing the vampire's shoulder a bit.

Over in the corner, Schanke and Tracy exchanged glances. Nick would be leaving the force for that job. Maybe it was for the best, but it would sure be hard to replace him.

"All right, everyone! Merry Christmas to all! If you'll excuse me, there are others waiting for me. I have many miles to go before I sleep!" Santa told them, walking into the back room again. There a portal awaited him right in front of the fireplaces. After twitching his nose, he vanished into it.

Although most of the people in the room knew what had happened, the orphans were amazed by the stunt not to mention their new toys and presents. Somebody had remembered them after all.

Melissa, however, sat contentedly with her new family. At last, she would be in an accepting place for both herself and her special gifts. That was wonderful in its own right. Having the Kents there would be bonus enough.

Clark and Lana sat off to the side along with Lex and Chloe taking in the whole scene.

"That's so wonderful, Clark. Now, you have a little sister," Lana commented.

"Yes, and I'm looking forward to working with her," Clark concurred.

"Be careful there, Clark. She doesn't have super strength, all right?" the businessman teased.

"I think he knows that, Lex," Chloe cracked, swatting his arm playfully.

"Hey, cut it out!" Lex protested, although he knew it wouldn't do him any good.

Lana laughed, "Can't you two behave?"

"And where would the fun in that be?" Chloe replied humorously.

"Besides, Miss Lang, I believe we have some sparks of our own to light," Clark urged, gazing into her eyes.

"Yes," she agreed as they kissed.

With all of the magic in that room, the trials and travails of the previous three months were forgotten for that night at least. Soon the world would come calling on them all with its concerns. For now, however, the group would enjoy their friends' company and relish in the wonderful fellowship as a result.

THE END (for now!)

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!


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