Busted
By Knightraven
Copyright 1999
 
Nick waltzed into Lacroix's office without knocking.
"What the .?" He froze, bug-eyed, as he caught his sire shoving something hurriedly into a drawer. 
Unfortunately for Lacroix, he had missed the one which had fallen off the front of the desk and onto the 
floor. Nick calmly walked in, closed the office door and bent down to retrieve the comic book.
"Commando Comics? Lacroix.I had no idea." he said with complete dumbfounded innocence.and 
a developing impish smirk.
"Give that to me! You'll mark it!" his sire growled, carefully snatching the small booklet from his son's 
fingers. 
"They are purely for investment purposes only," he stated adamantly. Nick moved around beside him 
and opened the drawer he had seen the elder shove a fistful of other comics into.
"Oh, man!.Commando no.7!.I've been looking for this one!" Nick eagerly pulled the wad of paper 
from the drawer and spread them out on the desk in order to get a better look at his sire's booty. 
"Oh, Lacroix, can I have it?" Nick asked the man next to him hopefully.
"No, you certainly may not.it would break up the set." Lacroix sat on the edge of his chair, watching 
his son finger through the comics, ready to pounce if he dared to even breath on them too close.
"Can I take it home to read?"
"No.but you may read it here." Lacroix pointed to the sofa and Nick excitedly moved to sit down, 
propping his feet up on the coffee table and carefully opening the first page.
Once Lacroix was sure his son was engrossed in the WW2 story, he pulled out the one he was reading 
before he was so rudely interrupted.
Half an hour later, they were both so engrossed in their reading, neither of them noticed the door open 
again.
Janette just stood in the doorway, her eyebrows raised at the sight before her. Not only were they 
sitting in the same room without arguing or attempting to kill each other, but they were slouched back, 
like boys in a clubhouse, reading comic books.
An evil smile crossed her lips. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms, waiting for them 
to notice her. When they finally did, she was well rewarded.
Nick's attention was shifted from the comic in his hands, Commando No.32, by a change in air 
temperature against his skin. He looked up to see Janette smirking in the doorway.
"Ah, Janette.It's not what you think," he told her, almost flinging the comic away from him onto the 
table, as if the extra distance from the offending article would change her perspective of what she was 
seeing. Lacroix's feet were pulled violently from the desktop, very nearly tipping him backwards out of 
the chair.
"Quite.These are merely a new form of investment, which.we had to look over for faults, etc," he 
said, shuffling the stack of comics into straight piles, avoiding her gaze.
"That has to be the worst lie either of you have ever told me," she accused them, straightening, the 
satisfied smirk still gracing her features.
Lacroix just raised an eyebrow.
"And that, mon pere, just doesn't work when you have a stack of little boy's comic books in your 
hands," she stated with haughty amusement. Janette took that moment to turn on her heel and leave.
Lacroix and Nick looked at each other. What now? Nick huffed and shrugged, picked up his comic 
book and began reading again. Lacroix watched him for a moment, then looked toward the door, as 
though he was weighing up the options. Then with a smirk of his own, he kicked his feet back up on the 
desk and pulled another comic from the stack.
 
The End.