LadyHighlander and TwiceBlessedSon
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,550
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LadyHighlander and TwiceBlessedSon
0...(prologue)....
Disclaimer: Don't own diddly but Nikole. But I don't own Jessica Alba, who I borrowed as a base for her, either.
Note: Nikole is my RP character on http://blessedchildren.proboards92.com/index.cgi?board=iam&action=display&thread=375
(this is her profile). And the prologue is the sample piece from her profile.
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She yawned, almost falling out of her chair when her IM buddy, TwiceBlessedSon, logged on.
LadyHighlander: Hey, TBS, what took so long?
*TBS sighs*
TwiceBlessedSon: Demon Vanquishes and Evil Sisters who hog the hot showers.
*LadyHighlander laughs*
LadyHighlander: How about I take you Demons and Sister and raise you a 5000 year old Master who thinks it's funny to wake you at 3 am, just to see you fall out of bed?
*TBS falls out of chair laughing*
TwiceBlessedSon: You got me there...wait, how old is he?
*LadyHighlander rolls eyes*
LadyHighlander: Adam Pierson, aka the oldest living pain in my butt, is 5000 years old...but at least he's not a complete bore, he has the best stories in the world. Especially when their about my da and falling on swords.
*TBS shakes head*
TwiceBlessedSon: Try having memories from two timelines...(shudders)...both good and evil.
*LadyHighlander shudders*
TwiceBlessedSon: I have heard from you in a couple weeks, are things alright?
*LadyHighlander sighs sadly*
LadyHighlander: Went to visit Uncle Connor and Aunt Heather's graves. It wasn't her birthday, but I lit a candle anyways. It was a 4ever candle.
*TBS' brows raise to hairline*
TwiceBlessedSon: A 4ever candle? How did you get your hands on one of those?
LadyHighlander: I didn't. I made it. Followed my other da's instructions...his BoS...to the 'T'. The flame goes out during the day, relights itself at night, and the candle never melts. It took me months to make it too.
*TBS taps chin*
TwiceBlessedSon: I remember you cursing about hot wax and burned fingers a while back.
LadyHighlander: Yup.
TwiceBlessedSon: (Sighs) That was also when we agreed that we'd tell each other our real names one day...
She looked at the message and sighed. He was right. They did agree to it.
*LadyHighlander takes a deep breath*
LadyHighlander: My name's Nikole MacLeod, I'm the adopted Witchy daughter of a Scottish Immortal. And when I look at the picture of Wyatt Halliwell you sent me, I swear my brain melts out my ears.
*TBS snickers quietly*
LadyHighlander: What is so darn funny?
*TBS takes a breath*
TwiceBlessedSon: I'm Wyatt.
Nik's eyes grew big.
LadyHighlander: No way!
*TBS nods*
LadyHighlander: No blooming way!
Nik sighed when an email from TwiceBlessedSon popped up. It was a Webcam video. She clicked it open and choked.
"Hi, Nikole!" Wyatt Halliwell smiled, waving at the camera.
*LadyHighlander has fainted and her brain is melting....*
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1...Laughing Masters
Disclaimer is in the prologue.
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Methos heard a thump coming from Nikole's 'office', which was more of a play room than anything. He stood up and cracked his back, telling Giovanni and Reggie that he'd be back in a moment. The two other Immortals guessed that the thump was Nikole before Methos did, seeing as the sound was amplified somehow. Methos made his way to her room, Joe meeting him at the door.
"What happened?" He asked the Watcher.
Joe scratched the back of his neck before rolling his head. He had fell asleep on the couch again and it gave him such a crick in the neck.
"Nik's supposed to be waiting for TwiceBlessed, as she calls him," The Watcher replied, leaning on the door frame.
He tapped the door with his cane.
"You still alive in there?" He called.
A grumbling along the lines of 'did I have to say that?' and 'stupid chair' were heard from within.
"No more that usual," came the usual reply.
Joe rolled his eyes.
"What made you fall out of your chair?" Joe asked her, his head now leaning on the frame.
Nikole could be heard moving around within, probably putting on her headset and setting up her camera.
"TwiceBlessed told me who he really was," She pouted, or at least he thought she was.
Joe chuckled.
"And?"
Nikole grunted.
"I was right!" Joe laughed in triumph.
Nikole cursed a blue streak in several different languages, most of them dead. She always did that when Joe proved her wrong, or at least when he won a bet.
"Right about what?" Methos asked finally.
The door opened.
"TwiceBlessed is Wyatt Halliwell," Nikole and Joe said at the same time.
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2...Getting Ready For P3
Disclaimer is in prologue.
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Nik groaned as she looked at her closet. There was nothing to wear at all. There was going to be a party for Witches and Whitelighters, and she had nothing to wear.
"Having problems?" Amanda asked, her tone amused as she leaned on the frame of the door.
Nik turned around and looked at her friend.
"Yeah," She sighed, laying back on her bed, "the Charmed Ones are throwing a party for Witches and Whitelighters..."
Amanda got the idea.
"And you wanted to go..."
Nik nodded.
"I'm guessing a boy is involved?"
Nik glared at Amanda. How dare she be right!
Amanda laughed, unaffected by the glare, "I'm guessing your buddy, TwiceBlessed, will be there?"
Nik nodded again. Amanda clapped her hands together, rubbing them.
"Goody," She snickered before walking into the room, sitting on the bed by Nik, "so tell me about him."
Nik lifted her head weakly.
"Wyatt Halliwell," She sighed, throwing an arm over her face, "what else is there to say?"
Amanda rolled her eyes.
"You know exactly what I meant, young lady."
"He's 6' 3" - 6' 4" tall, shoulder length shaggy dark honey hair, twinkling crystal blue eyes, tanned skin, kissable lips..."
Amanda chuckled softly.
"How long did it take you to fall in love with him?" She asked.
Nik sat up straight.
"What makes you say that?"
Amanda sighed and shook her head.
"I know that look, Nikole, that tone of voice. It's love."
Nik laid back, Amanda along with her. She threw her arm over her face once more, sighing softly.
"Right from the first message, he's been able to make me laugh. Which is hard to do unless you're Methos, Da, or Reggie...or you."
Amanda nodded in understanding.
"He sent me a 'profile'," She chuckled softly, "just details. Height, weight, body type, location, sex, age...hair, eyes...ya know."
Amanda nodded once more.
"Then a month back...he sent me a picture...it was Wyatt, his brother Chris, and their sister Prue," She sighed dreamily, "Wyatt was smiling...and his eyes..." She shook her head, lifting her arm and laying it over her chest, "Chris was amused and Prue was laughing."
Amanda sat up on her elbows.
"You didn't make the connection until..."
"Yesterday when he told me. He told me before he logged off that his parents and aunts were having a party for Witches and Whitelighters..."
"He wants you to be there," Amanda said knowingly.
She turned on her side, propped on one arm. She had a feeling that this young man felt for her dear Little One.
"Did he ask if you had a White Lighter?" She pressed gently.
Nik propped herself up like Amanda, facing her.
"A few months after we started talking, yeah."
"And?"
Nik sighed.
"I was never given one..."
Amanda groaned.
"Remind me to skewer the Elders to a wall with Duncan's..."
Nik clapped her hand over Amanda's mouth.
"But it doesn't mean that they might not be listening..."
Amanda had an idea.
"I'm going to take you shopping," She got up off the bed, helping Nik up after she was standing straight, "to get you something special. You, my dear girl, are going to knock TwiceBlessed on his ass."
Nik shook her head. Amanda borrowed Methos' Aston Martin, Nik's favorite one. The almost blood red one with the multi-shaded tan interior. And when they returned, Duncan, Methos, and Joe were waiting.
"Shopping again?" Methos tapped his foot.
Amanda shook her head. Nik hid behind her, knowing the look on her Mentor's face.
"Your girl is going to knock the boy on his ass tonight," She smiled.
Reggie came in with the dress, which had been folded carefully in the backseat. Giovanni came in with a shoe box held carefully in his arms.
"Let's get you ready, Pet," Reggie nudged Nik gently with his shoulder.
Duncan wordlessly led them all to Nik's room, Giovanni setting her shoes at the foot of the bed and Reggie laying the dress at the head of the bed. Amanda set the bags down and Joe stood in the doorway, waiting for the other men. The men left the room and let Amanda go to work. They kept themselves busy, watched a movie, had a bite to eat, read a magazine, etc... And all men were left breathless when Nik followed Amanda into Methos' study. Her shoes were white ballerina heels with silk ties and diamonds across the toes. She wore a diamond/gold anklet with a gold triquetra charm that had protection spells for it's wearer upon it, a little gift from Giovanni.
Her dark brown hair was in perfect curls, white diamonds and gold thread laced around her head like a crown. Her make-up was dark, Amanda's idea, more than hers. And her dress...oh my, her dress. It looked like she stepped out of Olympus. The top of the dress was white gauze and silk, stitched with gold thread, and a gold embroidered triquetra at it's center, with a diamond in the middle of the triquetra that absorbed demonic powers thrown at her...should any be thrown that night. The skirt hung low on her hips, attached to the top by gold chains with white gauze weaved through the links.
"Well, She is right about one thing," Joe said finally, taking Nik's hand in his, "You are definitely going to knock him on his ass."
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Art of the Trance Gemini Persuasion: http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa312/JarodsSlayer/Long%20Time%20Missing/LadyHighlanderTranceGeminiVersion.jpg
Disclaimer: Don't own diddly but Nikole. But I don't own Jessica Alba, who I borrowed as a base for her, either.
Note: Nikole is my RP character on http://blessedchildren.proboards92.com/index.cgi?board=iam&action=display&thread=375
(this is her profile). And the prologue is the sample piece from her profile.
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She yawned, almost falling out of her chair when her IM buddy, TwiceBlessedSon, logged on.
LadyHighlander: Hey, TBS, what took so long?
*TBS sighs*
TwiceBlessedSon: Demon Vanquishes and Evil Sisters who hog the hot showers.
*LadyHighlander laughs*
LadyHighlander: How about I take you Demons and Sister and raise you a 5000 year old Master who thinks it's funny to wake you at 3 am, just to see you fall out of bed?
*TBS falls out of chair laughing*
TwiceBlessedSon: You got me there...wait, how old is he?
*LadyHighlander rolls eyes*
LadyHighlander: Adam Pierson, aka the oldest living pain in my butt, is 5000 years old...but at least he's not a complete bore, he has the best stories in the world. Especially when their about my da and falling on swords.
*TBS shakes head*
TwiceBlessedSon: Try having memories from two timelines...(shudders)...both good and evil.
*LadyHighlander shudders*
TwiceBlessedSon: I have heard from you in a couple weeks, are things alright?
*LadyHighlander sighs sadly*
LadyHighlander: Went to visit Uncle Connor and Aunt Heather's graves. It wasn't her birthday, but I lit a candle anyways. It was a 4ever candle.
*TBS' brows raise to hairline*
TwiceBlessedSon: A 4ever candle? How did you get your hands on one of those?
LadyHighlander: I didn't. I made it. Followed my other da's instructions...his BoS...to the 'T'. The flame goes out during the day, relights itself at night, and the candle never melts. It took me months to make it too.
*TBS taps chin*
TwiceBlessedSon: I remember you cursing about hot wax and burned fingers a while back.
LadyHighlander: Yup.
TwiceBlessedSon: (Sighs) That was also when we agreed that we'd tell each other our real names one day...
She looked at the message and sighed. He was right. They did agree to it.
*LadyHighlander takes a deep breath*
LadyHighlander: My name's Nikole MacLeod, I'm the adopted Witchy daughter of a Scottish Immortal. And when I look at the picture of Wyatt Halliwell you sent me, I swear my brain melts out my ears.
*TBS snickers quietly*
LadyHighlander: What is so darn funny?
*TBS takes a breath*
TwiceBlessedSon: I'm Wyatt.
Nik's eyes grew big.
LadyHighlander: No way!
*TBS nods*
LadyHighlander: No blooming way!
Nik sighed when an email from TwiceBlessedSon popped up. It was a Webcam video. She clicked it open and choked.
"Hi, Nikole!" Wyatt Halliwell smiled, waving at the camera.
*LadyHighlander has fainted and her brain is melting....*
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1...Laughing Masters
Disclaimer is in the prologue.
..........................................................
Methos heard a thump coming from Nikole's 'office', which was more of a play room than anything. He stood up and cracked his back, telling Giovanni and Reggie that he'd be back in a moment. The two other Immortals guessed that the thump was Nikole before Methos did, seeing as the sound was amplified somehow. Methos made his way to her room, Joe meeting him at the door.
"What happened?" He asked the Watcher.
Joe scratched the back of his neck before rolling his head. He had fell asleep on the couch again and it gave him such a crick in the neck.
"Nik's supposed to be waiting for TwiceBlessed, as she calls him," The Watcher replied, leaning on the door frame.
He tapped the door with his cane.
"You still alive in there?" He called.
A grumbling along the lines of 'did I have to say that?' and 'stupid chair' were heard from within.
"No more that usual," came the usual reply.
Joe rolled his eyes.
"What made you fall out of your chair?" Joe asked her, his head now leaning on the frame.
Nikole could be heard moving around within, probably putting on her headset and setting up her camera.
"TwiceBlessed told me who he really was," She pouted, or at least he thought she was.
Joe chuckled.
"And?"
Nikole grunted.
"I was right!" Joe laughed in triumph.
Nikole cursed a blue streak in several different languages, most of them dead. She always did that when Joe proved her wrong, or at least when he won a bet.
"Right about what?" Methos asked finally.
The door opened.
"TwiceBlessed is Wyatt Halliwell," Nikole and Joe said at the same time.
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2...Getting Ready For P3
Disclaimer is in prologue.
..................................................
Nik groaned as she looked at her closet. There was nothing to wear at all. There was going to be a party for Witches and Whitelighters, and she had nothing to wear.
"Having problems?" Amanda asked, her tone amused as she leaned on the frame of the door.
Nik turned around and looked at her friend.
"Yeah," She sighed, laying back on her bed, "the Charmed Ones are throwing a party for Witches and Whitelighters..."
Amanda got the idea.
"And you wanted to go..."
Nik nodded.
"I'm guessing a boy is involved?"
Nik glared at Amanda. How dare she be right!
Amanda laughed, unaffected by the glare, "I'm guessing your buddy, TwiceBlessed, will be there?"
Nik nodded again. Amanda clapped her hands together, rubbing them.
"Goody," She snickered before walking into the room, sitting on the bed by Nik, "so tell me about him."
Nik lifted her head weakly.
"Wyatt Halliwell," She sighed, throwing an arm over her face, "what else is there to say?"
Amanda rolled her eyes.
"You know exactly what I meant, young lady."
"He's 6' 3" - 6' 4" tall, shoulder length shaggy dark honey hair, twinkling crystal blue eyes, tanned skin, kissable lips..."
Amanda chuckled softly.
"How long did it take you to fall in love with him?" She asked.
Nik sat up straight.
"What makes you say that?"
Amanda sighed and shook her head.
"I know that look, Nikole, that tone of voice. It's love."
Nik laid back, Amanda along with her. She threw her arm over her face once more, sighing softly.
"Right from the first message, he's been able to make me laugh. Which is hard to do unless you're Methos, Da, or Reggie...or you."
Amanda nodded in understanding.
"He sent me a 'profile'," She chuckled softly, "just details. Height, weight, body type, location, sex, age...hair, eyes...ya know."
Amanda nodded once more.
"Then a month back...he sent me a picture...it was Wyatt, his brother Chris, and their sister Prue," She sighed dreamily, "Wyatt was smiling...and his eyes..." She shook her head, lifting her arm and laying it over her chest, "Chris was amused and Prue was laughing."
Amanda sat up on her elbows.
"You didn't make the connection until..."
"Yesterday when he told me. He told me before he logged off that his parents and aunts were having a party for Witches and Whitelighters..."
"He wants you to be there," Amanda said knowingly.
She turned on her side, propped on one arm. She had a feeling that this young man felt for her dear Little One.
"Did he ask if you had a White Lighter?" She pressed gently.
Nik propped herself up like Amanda, facing her.
"A few months after we started talking, yeah."
"And?"
Nik sighed.
"I was never given one..."
Amanda groaned.
"Remind me to skewer the Elders to a wall with Duncan's..."
Nik clapped her hand over Amanda's mouth.
"But it doesn't mean that they might not be listening..."
Amanda had an idea.
"I'm going to take you shopping," She got up off the bed, helping Nik up after she was standing straight, "to get you something special. You, my dear girl, are going to knock TwiceBlessed on his ass."
Nik shook her head. Amanda borrowed Methos' Aston Martin, Nik's favorite one. The almost blood red one with the multi-shaded tan interior. And when they returned, Duncan, Methos, and Joe were waiting.
"Shopping again?" Methos tapped his foot.
Amanda shook her head. Nik hid behind her, knowing the look on her Mentor's face.
"Your girl is going to knock the boy on his ass tonight," She smiled.
Reggie came in with the dress, which had been folded carefully in the backseat. Giovanni came in with a shoe box held carefully in his arms.
"Let's get you ready, Pet," Reggie nudged Nik gently with his shoulder.
Duncan wordlessly led them all to Nik's room, Giovanni setting her shoes at the foot of the bed and Reggie laying the dress at the head of the bed. Amanda set the bags down and Joe stood in the doorway, waiting for the other men. The men left the room and let Amanda go to work. They kept themselves busy, watched a movie, had a bite to eat, read a magazine, etc... And all men were left breathless when Nik followed Amanda into Methos' study. Her shoes were white ballerina heels with silk ties and diamonds across the toes. She wore a diamond/gold anklet with a gold triquetra charm that had protection spells for it's wearer upon it, a little gift from Giovanni.
Her dark brown hair was in perfect curls, white diamonds and gold thread laced around her head like a crown. Her make-up was dark, Amanda's idea, more than hers. And her dress...oh my, her dress. It looked like she stepped out of Olympus. The top of the dress was white gauze and silk, stitched with gold thread, and a gold embroidered triquetra at it's center, with a diamond in the middle of the triquetra that absorbed demonic powers thrown at her...should any be thrown that night. The skirt hung low on her hips, attached to the top by gold chains with white gauze weaved through the links.
"Well, She is right about one thing," Joe said finally, taking Nik's hand in his, "You are definitely going to knock him on his ass."
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Art of the Trance Gemini Persuasion: http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa312/JarodsSlayer/Long%20Time%20Missing/LadyHighlanderTranceGeminiVersion.jpg