Focus: the group
Status: short story, unfinished
Special warnings: no
Archive: yes
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or any other organization that owns an interest in "Poltergeist, the Legacy" (tm).
Episode spoilers: none at all
Summary: The team is cursed and Nick has his hands full trying to lift it.
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Nick stretched some, feeling totally relaxed after his daily run. He looked around the hall, smiling when he heard nothing else then complete silence. No Derek muttering to himself, No Alex dragging loads of shopping bags, no Rachel observing everybody, and most important, no butler to bump into.
He had the house all to himself, he was going to be alone for the next couple of days. Derek, Alex and Rachel left yesterday, to investigate some strange occurrences in a little town called Peyton's place. Only the name was enough to attract some ghosts. Derek didn't want him to come along because Nick deserved a couple of days of. And who was he to argue with the boss? He showered quickly and lay down on the couch in the living room, planning to catch up on his TV shows. But as he was just about to
turn the television on, the phone rang.
"Great," he muttered. "A little piece and quiet is to much to ask around here." He sighed and walked to the phone. "Luna Foundation."
A woman's voice on the other end answered. "May I speak to a certain mister Nicholas Boyle?"
Nick rolled his eyes, knowing there wasn't going to be time for him to take a couple of days of.
"Speaking........what can I help you with?"
The woman hesitated, and he heard voices of children on the background. "I'm an officer from the police in Peyton's place. Can you come to pick up Derek, Rachel and Alex?"
Nick blinked, not sure why a police officer would address his colleagues by first names.
"Is something wrong? Are they okay?"
The officer sighed. "Well, I don't know what you call okay, but leaving your children alone in the middle of nowhere doesn't sound okay to me."
Nick's jaw dropped. His children? "Look, I'm not in the mood for jokes."
An angry voice answered him. "Me neither. I suggest you get them today or else you'll be looking at prison time for child abuse."
Nick stared at the phone for a couple of minutes, trying to understand the whole conversation. But he shrugged it of, knowing a lot of things in the Legacy just didn't make sense. You just accepted it and moved on. He grabbed his jacket and jumped into his mustang, breaking the speed limits a few times as he tried to get to Peyton's
place as soon as possible. He reached the police station at the end of the day, and walked in slowly, afraid of what may greet him there.
And he wasn't disappointed, the minute he walked in, he was greeted by three little kids, hugging him like crazy. Nick tried to calm himself down, but looking at the kids again made him panic.
There was a boy about eight years old, with long wavy brown hair, and big piercing eyes. A girl maybe six or seven years old, with long blond hair, big brown eyes and a smile who seemed to know everything. And then there was a girl about three years old, with dark skin and long curly dark brown hair. They were without any doubt, Derek,
Rachel and Alex. He apologized to the police officer and took them to his car. He looked them over, sighing a couple of times.
"What am I going to do with you?"
Derek smiled at him. "Taking us home, of course."
Nick just nodded muttering, "Of course."
It was late when they finally arrived at the castle. Nick carried the sleeping Alex and put them all in bed, noting to himself he had to buy some clothes for them tomorrow. He fell down on his own bed, exhausted and still very confused. His tiny colleagues had no idea what happened, all they knew is that they were living in a big castle
with Nick. And that was something he knew already. He changed into his sleeping clothes and was just about ready when a sleepy Alex stumbled into his room. "Ik? Me not sleepy."
Nick sighed and made room for her in his bed.
"Okay, Lex, but only for this night." And only because you're three years old now he finished the sentence in his head. Alex smiled and closed her eyes, already drifting to sleep.
"Tank you, Ik," She muttered. Nick wanted to say that his name was Nick and not Ik, but knew she wouldn't understand it now. He tried to sleep as well and succeeded for a few hours, until Derek and Rachel decided he was good enough to use as bouncing ball. And Nick knew this had to be some kind of punishment.
Status: short story, unfinished
Special warnings: no
Archive: yes
Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or any other organization that owns an interest in "Poltergeist, the Legacy" (tm).
Episode spoilers: none at all
Summary: The team is cursed and Nick has his hands full trying to lift it.
**************************************************************************** *************************************
Nick stretched some, feeling totally relaxed after his daily run. He looked around the hall, smiling when he heard nothing else then complete silence. No Derek muttering to himself, No Alex dragging loads of shopping bags, no Rachel observing everybody, and most important, no butler to bump into.
He had the house all to himself, he was going to be alone for the next couple of days. Derek, Alex and Rachel left yesterday, to investigate some strange occurrences in a little town called Peyton's place. Only the name was enough to attract some ghosts. Derek didn't want him to come along because Nick deserved a couple of days of. And who was he to argue with the boss? He showered quickly and lay down on the couch in the living room, planning to catch up on his TV shows. But as he was just about to
turn the television on, the phone rang.
"Great," he muttered. "A little piece and quiet is to much to ask around here." He sighed and walked to the phone. "Luna Foundation."
A woman's voice on the other end answered. "May I speak to a certain mister Nicholas Boyle?"
Nick rolled his eyes, knowing there wasn't going to be time for him to take a couple of days of.
"Speaking........what can I help you with?"
The woman hesitated, and he heard voices of children on the background. "I'm an officer from the police in Peyton's place. Can you come to pick up Derek, Rachel and Alex?"
Nick blinked, not sure why a police officer would address his colleagues by first names.
"Is something wrong? Are they okay?"
The officer sighed. "Well, I don't know what you call okay, but leaving your children alone in the middle of nowhere doesn't sound okay to me."
Nick's jaw dropped. His children? "Look, I'm not in the mood for jokes."
An angry voice answered him. "Me neither. I suggest you get them today or else you'll be looking at prison time for child abuse."
Nick stared at the phone for a couple of minutes, trying to understand the whole conversation. But he shrugged it of, knowing a lot of things in the Legacy just didn't make sense. You just accepted it and moved on. He grabbed his jacket and jumped into his mustang, breaking the speed limits a few times as he tried to get to Peyton's
place as soon as possible. He reached the police station at the end of the day, and walked in slowly, afraid of what may greet him there.
And he wasn't disappointed, the minute he walked in, he was greeted by three little kids, hugging him like crazy. Nick tried to calm himself down, but looking at the kids again made him panic.
There was a boy about eight years old, with long wavy brown hair, and big piercing eyes. A girl maybe six or seven years old, with long blond hair, big brown eyes and a smile who seemed to know everything. And then there was a girl about three years old, with dark skin and long curly dark brown hair. They were without any doubt, Derek,
Rachel and Alex. He apologized to the police officer and took them to his car. He looked them over, sighing a couple of times.
"What am I going to do with you?"
Derek smiled at him. "Taking us home, of course."
Nick just nodded muttering, "Of course."
It was late when they finally arrived at the castle. Nick carried the sleeping Alex and put them all in bed, noting to himself he had to buy some clothes for them tomorrow. He fell down on his own bed, exhausted and still very confused. His tiny colleagues had no idea what happened, all they knew is that they were living in a big castle
with Nick. And that was something he knew already. He changed into his sleeping clothes and was just about ready when a sleepy Alex stumbled into his room. "Ik? Me not sleepy."
Nick sighed and made room for her in his bed.
"Okay, Lex, but only for this night." And only because you're three years old now he finished the sentence in his head. Alex smiled and closed her eyes, already drifting to sleep.
"Tank you, Ik," She muttered. Nick wanted to say that his name was Nick and not Ik, but knew she wouldn't understand it now. He tried to sleep as well and succeeded for a few hours, until Derek and Rachel decided he was good enough to use as bouncing ball. And Nick knew this had to be some kind of punishment.