Title: Conversion Day
Fandom: Forever Knight
Category: Romance/ Slash
Pairing: Nick/ Lacroix
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belongs to me but to 
Sony/Tristar and TPTB.
I'm just borrowing them temporarily. No infringement intended. No profit is 
being made. 

Special thanks to Doris for beta reading.

I wrote this story on behalf of Lacroix's Conversion Day, August 24th.


Conversion Day
by PJ
August 2003


Lacroix sat alone in his parlour. It was this day again. The 24th of August 
meant another year had been added to his vampiric existence. Another year he had 
to endure without the company of his son.

He did not care much for birthdays or other mortal holidays. Most of his 
acquaintances did not even know the exact date on which they were brought 
across. Or it was hard to retrace due to several modifications that had been 
made to the calendar throughout the ages.
Not so in his case. No, he had to be brought across on a day that was mentioned 
in every history book. The TV programs were crowded with special reports on the 
latest excavations whenever the anniversary occurred and exhibitions moved from 
city to city. In other words, the date was hard to ignore.

Unless it was ignored on purpose. And he did not like being ignored.
He appreciated it when his children acknowledged the date. In the morning he had 
received a bottle with a very fine vintage from Janette. As usual.
From his son he had received nothing - as usual.
No call, not even a card. His son was probably too busy chasing the criminals of 
the city.
He remembered a time when Nicholas had surprised him with a variety of special 
gifts. But that was all in the past.

He cast a look to the antique clock on the mantle. Three hours until midnight. 
He refilled his glass from Janette's bottle.
The tiny flicker of hope he had allowed himself was beginning to extinguish with 
every minute that marked the passing of the day. 
He had thought this year would be different. Had he not made allowances to his 
son that were rather unusual for him? He had stopped interfering with his so 
called work and he had even supported him on one case or another. Every time he 
thought he had done the right thing,  Nicholas shoved it right back into his 
face.
It was the silence he could not endure any longer. Earlier there had been open 
confrontations between them, often resulting in fights. But now there was 
nothing but silence. Nicholas only came to him when he needed someone to blame.

He tried to ignore the striking sounds of the clock: 11.00 p.m. One hour 
remained of what he had come to term his Conversion Day. It was in vain to wait 
any longer. His son would not come. He might as well head to the radio station 
and let his frustration loose upon the good people of Toronto. Yet he remained 
where he was, enduring another torturous hour. He refilled his glass again.

For the first time in almost 2000 years he was at a loss. He did not know what 
else he could do to win his son back. A wave of desperation surged through him.
He risked another glance to the clock: 11.45.
Suddenly he became aware of a presence. He looked up and did not believe his 
eyes. He had been so immersed in his thoughts that he had not noticed his 
approach.
"I brought you a present", Nicholas said.
Still not sure if he was real or a vision conjured up by wistful thinking, 
Lacroix rose from his chair and moved towards his son.
"What is it?", he asked curious for he noticed neither package nor bottle in 
Nicholas' hands.
"Me", Nicholas replied smiling.
The clock on the mantle stroke midnight as their lips met in a lingering kiss.

FIN