I love good guys

What's Good?  "A Strange Comfort" (2008; PG; ~1K words) by leela_cat is May's recommendation-of-the-month.  Set immediately after "Last Act," this story is both serious and gently amusing as it displays Nick's equal tendencies to melancholy and to hope.

     Feeling lost, he tossed the ball at the bare concrete wall. Over and over again, throwing the ball with his right hand, and catching it in the glove on his left. The movement mesmerised him, allowed him to forget about everything. No worries about anything or anyone. Nothing but the feel of the leather in his hand, the thud when the ball hit the wall, the smack of it against the glove. Hour after hour.
     The sound of the phone finally pulled him out of the trance.

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What's New on FKFic-L?  One new story posted to the list in April: "Dark Undercurrents" (PG; 3 posts, 72KB, ~11K words) by pj1228.  One story and one poem have posted so far in May (unfortunately, both are by me).

     Why he was bothering to warn Nick away was beyond him--the entertainment value alone... But Janette seemed to care about this demented vampire who wanted to return to mortality. And Janette was the boss. Again, it was a matter of self-preservation. Besides, he felt some sympathy for Nick. Anyone who'd spent that many years in Janette's company and hadn't walked into the sun deserved more than a little consideration.

      Natalie opened her mouth to scream, only to utter a surprised yelp when she was suddenly pulled violently aside. A feral growl drove all four vampires back, and they hissed their displeasure at this intrusion. LaCroix released the viselike grip that had yanked her free and snarled at her as well. "You take foolish risks, Dr. Lambert."
      There was no denying that...

       Nick didn't like to kill. People. So he drank bottled blood and worked in homicide. He saved lives where he could. He teased his partner, and loved the coroner, and tried to live a life that was as human as possible. Despite having to hide from the sun, despite that Creepy-Crawler, who Schanke suddenly was sure was a thorn in Nick's side. Despite Janette... But, hey, he had just been looking.

     The budding archaeologists he taught in Chicago were under the impression he was doing research on the cave paintings at Lascaux in the Dordogne during the summer break. In reality, he was seeing to some of the properties he had owned since the mid-1700s...
     You can take the boy out of the aristocracy, but you can't take the aristocracy out of the boy, he thought ruefully...

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