“A Thing Called Forever” by Nina Gordon
we’re the same and you don’t even know it
we’re afraid and we try not to show it and you’re
tired and i am too so there’s only one thing you
can do you’ve got to hold me and tell me what
you need don’t be afraid of what you’ re feeling
when you know me then i’ll never want to leave
you just hold on to me when we’re apart i still feel
together i still believe in a thing called forever
but we’re drifting apart it’s true and it’s breaking
my heart in two we’ll drive away where no one
can find us it’s time to leave those dark days
behind us in my dreams it’s always you so there’s
only one thing we can do
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This is the second part of a planned trilogy entitled, “A Thing Called
Forever”. Part one is, “The Last Time We First Met” and can be found here:
http://www.ondragonswing.com/tales/btarchive.htm The other story that is
referred to here several times is “Ancient Whispers” which can be found at
the same address. But I don’t think it’s necessary to read it to understand
this story.
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Margie is the author that wrote the original story that introduced Methos
to our universe. Unfortunately, she never posted it publicly, but all our
following stories were based on her premise. She kindly gave me permission
to utilize a scene from that story in this one. It’s Methos’ first meeting
with Triona and, so I wasn’t just copying her wholesale, I shifted the
perspective from Triona to Methos. Thanks, Margie, for the inspiration!
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While I’m at it, I’d also like to extend many, many thanks to my wonderful
beta readers, Kel and April.
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This story is dedicated to Jen. She’ll probably never read it, but it’s
dedicated to her nonetheless <g>
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Other stories in the series can be found at “The Dragon’s Hoard”
http://www.ondragonswing.com/vortex/ We also have an announce
list for the Bloodties universe at:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BloodtiesArchivist
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All Highlander, Forever Knight, and Star Trek characters belong to their
respective PTBs
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Thanks for reading!
Rated PG13 for sexual situations
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“When Did Forever Die?”
by: Denise Underwood
c. 2001
Part One
Triona, dressed in a black kimono of some silken alien fabric, looked out
the picture windows of her bedroom, watching Earth's sun rise in all its
fiery glory. Once more she marveled at the technology that allowed her to
stand at the window and watch. The glass of the window was actually a
transparent polymer that filtered out the radiation that could be lethal to
her kind.
"I still don't trust it," LaCroix commented into the quiet of the room.
Triona turned, holding her hand out to the vampire. "Be daring," she
teased. As he took her hand, she drew him against her. "You look beautiful
in the morning light." Slipping her hands behind his head, she leaned up,
kissing him so gently that it was like a whisper against his lips.
"That should be my line, shouldn't it?" he asked, as he began pulling the
pins from her hair -- still in its complex style of the night before -- one
by one.
"By all means, feel free to use it anytime," she said, smiling. Closing her
eyes, she let him turn her around as he continued to undo the complicated
knots and braids that her long honey-blonde hair had been fashioned into.
The feel of his fingers in her hair made her feel so relaxed that she
thought she might fall asleep against his broad chest.
Finally, the heavy mass of her hair fell down past her shoulders and
LaCroix put his hands on her upper arms, guiding her to the bed. Picking up
her hairbrush on the way, he sat her down on the edge, sitting next to her.
"You need a ladies maid, my dear," he said, laughter tingeing his voice as
he drew the brush through her hair.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, almost purring in contentment as the brush moved
through her hair with steady, firm pressure. "I was actually thinking of
cutting it," she said nonchalantly, tilting her head up to see what his
reaction would be.
The brush paused. "Do not even think about it," he said sternly, but with
sparkling eyes.
"I'll take it under advisement." Unable to maintain her calm demeanor, she
began to giggle.
"Do that." Putting aside the brush, he drew her back into his arms,
settling them both comfortably against the piled pillows. "How was the party?"
The night before, Triona had attended a party hosted by Admiral Terrance
Dean of Starfleet, with Captain Jean-Luc Picard as her escort. They hadn’t
been in attendance even ten minutes before politics had interrupted, with
Admiral Dean attempting to manipulate Triona into using her relationship
with the Romulan Empire to further a Federation agenda. Much to the
Admiral’s chagrin, she had been most uncooperative.
"It was…interesting." Triona paused before continuing. "Jean-Luc is gone."
When LaCroix didn't respond, she went on, explaining the night's events.
Finally she said, "And if Admiral Dean thinks his little revenge will go
unchallenged, he's lost his mind."
LaCroix laughed. "Truly he has underestimated your penchant for meting out
just desserts."
Triona sniffed. "I had a good teacher."
"Indeed." He deftly undid the tie of her robe, slipping his hands
underneath the silken black fabric. "And what else did I teach you?" he
asked, his voice dropping down, low and seductive.
Turning in his arms, she kissed his throat. "You never told me there'd be a
test," she complained good-naturedly, gasping a little as his hands found
things to occupy them.
"Oh yes, there will be several tests in fact."
"Then we'd best get started, hadn't we," she whispered against his lips.
He turned over, pinning her underneath him. "I've always admired your
enthusiasm for higher learning, my love." Before she could respond, he
kissed her deeply and the testing began in earnest.
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-=- Vampires, Floth demons.... Do you know what is
-=- really, really evil? Tequila. ~ Cordelia ~ 'Angel'
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