Knighties: A CALL TO ARMS, 2001 [1/2] By: the Knighties Place: Hither and Yon: the Knighties' homes Time: July 5, 2001 after initial war post drops Nancy set the receiver back in the cradle and stared for several minutes at the phone. She hadn't planned to do this. She hadn't meant to get sucked into another FK war. But Nick needed her. If Nick needed her, she'd go. What a wimp. I can't resist those beautiful blue eyes, she thought. As if on cue, her latest set of blue eyes appeared in the doorway. "You're leaving? Jim said he heard you talking to someone about going to Toronto?" Full lips turned down in a fair imitation of a pout. "I have to," Nancy said. "There's a war brewing in Toronto, and I have to go help lead the Knighties and take care of Nick." "But who's going to take care of us?" the young man asked. "Well, you have Jim, and Jim has you," Nancy answered reasonably. She ruffled the long mahogany curls and kissed the young man on the cheek. "I'll miss you, but I can keep in contact with you and the family through email. I'll only be gone two weeks." "You won't forget us?" "Never." Her heart skipped a beat. Being torn between new loves and old was not an easy thing. "Here," the young man said, handing her a CD-R disk. "So you can keep us with you always." "What's this?" Nancy asked, taking the gift with a puzzled look. "Fanfic." Blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Okay . . . okay, already!" Nancy laughed. "I gotta go, and crossovers aren't allowed in the FK wars, so get out of here and let me pack." The figure paused momentarily in the doorway, looking back at the harried older woman. "Shoo! And try not to get kidnapped, shot or molested while I'm gone, okay?" Nancy turned to fetch her suitcase. "You could go visit Eowyn, in Texas . . . and take Jim with you, his brooding is starting to get on my nerves." "Love you." "Love you, too, Blair." She watched the young man leave. It was going to be a long two weeks--or not. FK wars tended to get interesting in a hurry, especially when you volunteered to be a co-leader. When I get home, I'd better check myself in to the local nuthouse. With that thought, Nancy turned her attention to the task at hand. Nick, here I come . . . she smiled. ----------- Nancy A. Taylor War 11 -- Knightie Faction Co-Leader ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ "What's wrong? Why are you here?" Eowyn asked with uncertainty and a worried look on her face. "Is Nancy okay?" "She's fine. She's off to Toronto to help Nick." The deep blue eyes clouded just the tiniest bit. "She sent us down here so we wouldn't be lonely." "She went WHERE to do WHAT?" Eowyn's voice went up several notches. "Darn that woman! She told me she couldn't go to Toronto this time!" Eowyn tore around the bedroom, yanking open the closet and throwing out some T-shirts, pulling drawers open and pitching the rest of her needed clothing into an open suitcase. Socks and assorted underwear flew around the room in what looked like a dance between Eowyn and her lingerie. One lacy garment ended up decorating the mahogany curls of the man standing, with a bemused expression, in her doorway. "Uh, you might need this." He innocently handed it to her as she danced up to him, pecked him on the cheek and said, "Thanks." It would be hours later before she would realize exactly what the man had taken off his head. "I have to go to Toronto! We're a team! Hey, could you and Jim stick around and watch after my furry family? Thanks! Gotta go!" Planting on quick kiss on sensuous lips caused her to pause for half a second, during which she almost melted into a puddle while gazing at the brilliant smile that lit that handsome face. She recovered quickly because she knew what she had to do. Throwing her suitcase in the back, Eowyn gunned her truck out of the driveway. Waving furiously at two very dear and startled faces, she turned her vehicle north and sped down the highway. ----------- Terri eowyn3@juno.com, eowyn@wcc.net GWDFC, G-IV Attendee, Knighties Listowner, TKD, FK X-Stitcher, Proud Survivor of Fk-fic Wars 8-10, I don't know about War 11. She can be taught! But only in little bytes! ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Mindy dragged herself in the door after a day of shopping with her mother and aunt. She made a mental note not to do that again soon, before seeing the light flashing on her answering machine. "Hmm I wonder..." Her thought was cut off as she heard Knightie co-leader Nancy's voice. "There's a war brewing, come ASAP. Nick needs us!" Staring at the phone a moment, Mindy smiled slightly. "I'm coming Nick!" Then, grin growing bigger she added mentally, 'I'll even *try* not to get arrested this time.' After a brief closet avalanche mishap, she gathered what she thought she would need for a couple weeks at the loft a carefully packed a suitcase, crammed a few things in a carry on and left a message for her family not to worry, she was off to the airport and Toronto bound. ----------- Mindy knightfawkes@juno.com ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Ah, summertime! Brooksie laid back on the lounge chair in the screened porch of the cottage in the Thousand Islands. Her Golder Retriever, Ginger, stretched out on the cool slate floor, snored slightly. "I love this time of year," she said to her sister who was also enjoying the soft summer breezes, "It's so restful." 'You've got mail' said her computer. Brooksie turned to the laptop and read the newest electronic transmission. 'NICK NEEDS YOU!' the message screamed. "Ack!" she shrieked in response, "Where- who- what? Another WAR? NOW? Oh, my." Quickly, Brooksie disconnected her laptop and dialed Nancy's number. There was no answer. Then she dialed Eowyn's number. A male voice answered. "Eowyn and Nancy are in Toronto on business." Brooksie could not get anything more specific out of the voice - he didn't know who she was. Brooksie tried Chris' number. "Hello?" Chris answered. "Chris? Hi, this is Brooksie..." "Who?" "Brooksie...Julia B, with the Knighties - I'm the *other* Julia. LCA. Remember?" "Oh, yes, Brooksie. Hello. Are you calling about the war?" "Ah, so there is a war. I got the 'call-to-arms' email and called Nancy and Eowyn, but they were not at home. I'm a leader-in-training this year and I'm not sure what I need to do. Help?" "Well," said Chris patiently, "The first thing you need to do is go to Toronto. To Nick's loft. Do you know where that is?" "Toronto?" asked the newbie leader-trainee. Chris sighed. "No, Nick's loft!" "Oh. I think so." "OK then," Chris said. "Get there as soon as you can. Everything will be explained when you get there. Understood?" "Yes ma'am." When Chris hung up, Brooksie turned to her sister. "Um, Barb. I have to go to Toronto for two weeks, on, um, Knight business." Barbara rolled her eyes. She just did not understand her sister's fascination for the Knight. "What are you going to do with Ginger?" she asked. "I'm going to take her with me. She'll love all the attention," Brooksie said as she ran upstairs to pack. "Besides, Ginger's a dead ringer for Perry!" A short hour later Brooksie was ready. "Wanna go for a ride in the car, Ginger?" Ginger bounced up and down. "OK, then. Let's go to Toronto!" And that's how Brooksie and Ginger came to be in her Explorer and headed towards the bridge to Canada and Toronto. -----------