Nick blinked back the fractured images from his mind's eye. Something that someone had said - a phrase - had taken him back to that fated night so long ago.... He smiled to himself at the thought of honey and wine, and LaCroix's taking of his sweet, revenge. There had been so much heartache since then; too much. Only now, in a strange fashion, was his life starting to slide back into view. So relaxed was he, then, that he hardly jumped when Vachon dropped into the back of the Caddie and the scruffy face appeared close to his.

"Car's are sexier with fins, don't you think." Vachon turned slightly to look at his friend, breating him in. "This car suits you."
Nick smiled, sitting back slightly and turing his head. "Dropping into moving cars can be dangerous you know."
Vachon shrugged playfully, shuffling closer to the back of the driver's seat. "You weren't moving. Besides," his eyes flashed, "I couldn't resist." Leaning closer, he pressed his lips to Nick's.

Nick murmured softly, accepting the kiss. Tasting that which was becoming so familiar to him. When Vachon pulled back, Nick's expression was one of abject happiness. The Spaniard settled his folded arms on the seat back, his chin close to Nick's shoulder. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." Nick nodded. "It may have escaped your notice that I am immortal.... Not too much can happen to me out here, especially with LaCroix keeping tabs on me from inside my head and you from outside...."
Vachon's answering nod was vague, his lips still curved into a smile. "I know, I know. I just wanted to make sure."

A car passed by them without hooting. "Have you noticed how polite drivers are in this city? So much better than London, or Paris." He glanced at Nick with a wry smile on his face, and saw the bemused look he was being regarded with. "What?" He asked indignantly.
"Is there some point to this spontaneous visit?"
Vachon gave an exargerated sigh, then shook his head, still smiling. "Other than to remind you that I love you? No."
Nick looked away for a moment, almost embarrassed. But he soon recovered, looking back at his lover with dancing light in his deep, gypsy-blue eyes. He took his hand from the steering wheel and touched his fingers to Vachon's face. "I will get used to this."
Taking the cool fingers in his own, Vachon gently reassurred him. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you do." He touched his lips to the wriggling fingers he held, before leaning in to steal a second quick kiss. A moment later the Spaniard was gone.

Smiling happily, Nick pulled the Caddy back into the traffic. Reaching out, he switched on the radio to listen to his father's carressing voice.
"...sometimes the way back is through the most unexpected route. But never be afraid. I am always here for you, and I know that you are finally coming home."