This fantasy is dedicated to all those still taking finals.  Many 
thanks and anatomically correct choclate Nunkies to Wendy and Casey for 
indulging my fantasies on IRC, allowing themselves to be stuck in my 
fantasy, and being excellent beta-readers.  However, I'd still be lost 
if it weren't for my boyfriend Chris, who helped me with the all the 
technical mumbo-jumbo of kilt-wearing.  Also, thanks to Bonnie for 
letting me use the MacIntosh kilt <G>.  Hope ya'll enjoy this little 
fantasy. 


FIRST PRIZE, or The MacIntosh part Deux
by Heather Poinsett

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  "Hello, Flower of Scotland Tartan Shop."

  "Hi Colleen. I’d like to order nine yards of the modern set of 
MacIntosh," said Heather.

  "Hi Heather.  Isn’t nine yards a wee bit long for a kilted skirt?  
Besides that, aren’t you a MacIntyre?"

  Heather smiled to herself.  "It’s not for me, Colleen.  I’m making a 
great kilt for a friend."

  "Oh, a breacan feile kilt for a MacIntosh friend," said Colleen with 
a teasing lilt in her voice.

  "Well something like that," Heather replied as her eyes scanned over 
the kilt pattern.  She felt a bit of drool beginning to collect in the 
corner of her mouth.  Heather began thinking of the financial aid forms 
she had to fill out before going back to school and regained her 
composure.

  "Any chances of running into The MacIntosh at Arlington Games?" asked 
Colleen.

  "’Fraid not, Col," Heather replied.  "But you know the address right?"

  "Sure do," answered Colleen.  "See you in a few weeks."

  Heather said her good-byes and hung up the phone.  A few minutes 
later she picked up the phone again and began dialing.

  "The Jeweled Peach.  May I help you?"

  "Hi, can you find Casey for me?  She should be in one of the 
back rooms."

  There was a sharp intake of breath.  "Look," said the Maitre-d.  
"We try to avoid those rooms whenever they are being used.  In fact 
we’re thinking of removing all the sharp objects from those rooms."

  "Well, can you page her then?" asked Heather.

  The man sighed, irritably.  "All right," he finally said.

  A few minutes later Casey picked up the phone.  "Heather?" she 
asked.

  "None other," Heather replied.  She heard someone else pick up 
the line.

  "Wendy, is that you?" asked Casey.  "Heather, this is Wendy."  Casey 
continued, "I’m still trying to convince Wendy that she’s an addict, 
but she hasn’t admitted it yet.  So I’m showing her around the 
Jeweled Peach."

  "Hi Wendy, would you be interested in being our partner in crime?" 
asked Heather.

  "If it involves Nunkies, I’m all for it," replied Wendy.

  "Excellent," said Heather.  "I assure you it will be worthwhile."

  "Heather, why don’t you let us in your plan?" said Casey.  "All you 
said at the last meeting was that it would be better than seeing 
Nunkies in a toga.  I can’t imagine what could be tastier."

  "I have just one word for you," Heather replied.  "Kilt."

  There was silence on the other end of the phone.  Heather began to 
wonder if she had been cut off.  Then she figured that she had merely 
started a Nunklear meltdown.

  At the Jeweled Peach, both Wendy and Casey looked at each other.  
Their eyes had glazed over and drool began to dribble down their chins.

  "Richard Simmons," said Heather, invoking the best Anti-Nunklear 
Device she could think of off the top of her head.

  "Ewwwww, Heather," grumbled Wendy.

  "Hey, it had to be done," answered Heather.  "Now are you ready for 
the plan?"

  "Sure," replied Casey and Wendy, enthusiastically.

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(A few weeks later)

  Heather walked through the back entrance of the Jeweled Peach.  She 
held a long package in her arms.  After helping herself to one of 
NiteRose's delicious, anatomically-correct chocolate Nunkies, she 
began to look for Casey and Wendy.  She found them watching 'A More 
Permanent Hell' in the Video room with some of the other addicts.

  Heather signaled to them and walked with them to one of the more 
private areas.

  "Well I hope you've completed your tasks," she said with a smile.

  "Absolutely," said Wendy.  "Here are the Gillie-brogues, hose and 
flashings."  She presented her findings in a large shoe box.

  Heather began to look over the preferred Scotsman's footwear with 
some interest.  The Gillie-Brogues were made of shiny black leather.  
She picked up the baggie containing the tassels that would fit onto 
the shoelaces and handed it to Wendy.

  "We can lace these later," she said.

  The hose, which are the long socks, were also in a separate bag.  
Heather handed the hose to Casey.  Next, she removed the smallest bag 
from within the box.  This bag contained dark red flashings.

  "Great job, Wendy," commented Heather, with a smile.

  "What are those things anyway?" asked Wendy.

  "They're used to hold up the hose," said Casey.  She took the bag 
from Heather and pointed out the elastic band.  "You put them on under 
the knee and roll the top of the sock over it. Right, Heather?"

  "Correct," said Heather.  "Now let's see what you've brought for 
us, Casey."

  Casey grinned as she brought out her contributions to the cause.

  "Here is the brooch and pin we decided on and the two bottles of his 
favorite vintage with the added ingredients," Casey said as Wendy and 
Heather smiled and nodded in approval.

  Heather opened her box with a flourish and pulled out the kilt she 
had sewn.

  "I decided to throw in a black linen highland shirt," she said.

  Wendy and Casey looked over the kilt and the shirt with unbridled 
glee.

  "Heather, what's this?" asked Casey as she pilfered through the box.  
She held up a purse-like bag that was covered with white fur in the 
front.

  "It's a sporran.  It's like a big pocket," said Heather.  "I, um, 
borrowed it from my boyfriend.  He'll never notice it's gone," she said.

  Wendy picked up the belt that was under the sporran.  She held it up 
to examine the Celtic designs on the buckle.  "You went all out, didn't 
you?" she asked with a smile.

  "Well," said Heather with a shrug, "if were going to do this, we 
should do it right."

  Casey picked up the phone and called 'The Kwik-E-Delivery Service'.

  "Yes, I'd like to send a package to a club called the Raven," 
she said.

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(A few hours later)

  Nunkies was taking a commercial break when he heard a knock on the 
door.  He opened the door and discovered a delivery man outside of his 
booth.   The delivery man was surrounded by several boxes.

  The young man was clearly nervous.

  "Um, I've been sent to deliver these packages to you, sir."

  "By whom," Nunkies looked at the man's name tag, "Arnold?"

  "I don't know," said Arnold as he edged away from Nunkies.  "I just 
need your signature."

  LaCroix sighed as he signed for the packages. He placed them on top 
of his table.  A blue ribbon was wrapped around the first box.  Three 
white roses were attached to the box as well.  Within the first box 
were two dark bottles.  He smiled as he raised one of the bottles to 
the light. The commercial for Billy Joe's Used Car Emporium was almost 
finished, so he decided to open up his gift since he was almost out 
anyway.  The rich smells of blood and wine wafted to his nose as he 
poured himself a glass.  He placed the three roses in a nearby vase 
and went back on the air.

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(back at the Jeweled Peach)

  Heather looked back at her two compatriots as she turned on the 
radio.

  "So, Casey, what was the secret ingredient?" asked Wendy.

  "I started off with some Scotch and then just started pouring 
anything back in there," said Casey with a secretive smile, "Plus some 
extra-secret ingredients that no one will ever discover."

  Casey quickly became quiet as Nunkies began speaking once again.

  "Now is the time for you to share your secrets with me again.  
Confess all to me, because I am the," LaCroix paused for a minute. "I 
am the ummm... Nicrawler *hic*."

(nearly an hour later)--

  Nunkies nearly stumbled out of his recording booth with his packages 
beneath his arms.  He managed to get to his back apartment.

  Urs leaned over and asked Vachon, "We haven't missed his birthday, 
have we?"

  "Um, I don't think so, Urs," Vachon replied.

  Nunkies finished off his second bottle and realized that he hadn't 
even looked inside the other packages.  With a letter-opener he cut the 
cords on the second and third boxes.  He opened the larger box first 
and smiled at what he found.

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(The next morning)

  Casey watched cars pass by the Raven as Heather and Wendy began to 
jimmy the lock to the back entrance.

  After about five minutes of arguing with the door, the girls were 
able to slip into the Raven.  Heather grabbed Casey and they followed 
Wendy inside.

  The back of the Raven was as confusing as a labyrinth.  The threesome 
shrugged, and all headed off into different directions.

  Wendy wandered around to the front of the club and began walking back 
to the back when she ran into Casey.

  "Find anything?" asked Wendy.

  "Just the wine cellar," said Casey.  "Where's Heather?"

  Wendy shrugged.

  Wendy and Casey made their way back to where they had separated and 
began retracing Heather's steps.  They finally found her standing in an 
open doorway with a puddle of drool at her feet.

  Heather had a glazed smile on her face, blissfully unaware of Casey 
and Wendy as they pushed her to one side and squeezed past her to get a 
look inside.

  "Och," exclaimed Wendy.

  Nunkies was sleeping soundly on a couch.  He had the entire ensemble 
on and the happy threesome surrounded him.

  "Mmmmmmm," murmured Heather appreciatively.

  "Look at those knees," murmured Casey.

  Wendy smiled and reached over to pull up some of the kilt.  "Look at 
those thighs!"

  Heather grinned wickedly and said, "I wish I brought my camera."

  Slowly her smile began to fade until Wendy nudged her.  "Heather, 
what's wrong?  Our mission is complete!"

  "I know," murmured Heather.  "but I'm starting to feel guilty.  Poor 
Nunkies will have one huge hangover later."

  Casey nodded and began to frown as well.  Her smile returned. "I know 
what we can do.  We can leave him a present."

  "Yeah," said Wendy looking over at Heather.

  "First prize," murmured Heather.

  "Huh?" Wendy looked over to Casey who smiled.

  Heather snickered, "There's an old Scottish song called 'First 
Prize'," she began.  "A young man gets drunk and decides to take a nap 
in a field.  Some girls come wandering by and one of them wonders if 
it's true about what Scotsmen *don't* wear under their kilt. So they 
raise his kilt, begin admiring him, and they decide to leave him 
a gift."

  "So they take a blue ribbon and tie it around…" added Casey.

  Heather and Casey both began to laugh.  "And he wakes up later and 
goes off to answer nature's call and sees the ribbon and he says, 
'Well I don't know where you've been, lad, but I see you've won first 
prize!"

  Wendy took the ribbon from one of the packages and handed it to 
Heather.  Heather raised the kilt and the threesome began drooling 
once again. Heather could have sworn she saw Nunkies' lips curl up 
slightly in a smile.

  "Oh my, adjectives are failing me," said Heather as she started to 
fan herself.

 "C'est magnifique," Casey murmured shaking her head in disbelief.

Heather quickly tied a bow and lowered the kilt back down.

  "Let's get going," said Wendy.  "As much as I'd love to spend all day 
admiring Nunkies, we should really go before he wakes up."

  Casey and Heather began nodding their heads, and then they heard a 
'whoosh'.

  The threesome glanced behind them and then looked up to see Nunkies 
in front of the doorway.

  "And what have you three been up to?" asked Nunkies.  "Did you add 
something to my ensemble?" he paused and glanced down.

  Casey, Wendy and Heather began to blush and looked at each other.

  Nunkies looked back up and folded his arms.  He began staring at the 
three again.

  "Uhm," started Wendy, "we thought you might be open?"  She shook her 
head at that.

  "Well," began Casey, "we are a group of international bonniest-knees 
contest judges and we couldn't help seeing yours." She paused, "We have 
to keep in practice you know."

  Heather began nervously twisting a strand of her hair as Nunkies' 
gaze settled directly on her.

  She smiled shyly and said, "We thought you deserved first prize."

  "I see. I gather you are the three who sent me these lovely gifts 
last night," Nunkies stated.

  "Yes, that was us," said Wendy.

  "And drugged me?"

  Heather, Wendy and Casey tried to appear innocent.  It didn't work.

  "Guilty," said Casey.  "But I kind of sampled the ingredients before 
adding them to the bottles.  I don't remember exactly what I put in 
there."

  "Good, I do believe this will remain a *secret* recipe, Casey."

  Casey appeared a bit weak in the knees as Nunkies looked her in 
the eyes.

  "Still, all in all, I am touched," said Nunkies.  "There must have 
been so much work involved in getting all of this together.  Would you 
three care to join me for dinner later?"

  Heather grinned at her compatriots.  "At the Jeweled Peach, of 
course," continued Nunkies.  "I am correct in assuming it is your 
favorite place.  I know it is where the addicts such as yourselves 
gather."

  "Um, yeah.  Sounds great," they stated all together, more or less.

  Casey laughed, "Maybe seeing you in a kilt can get Libby to admit to 
her addiction."

  "Perhaps," said Nunkies.  "Shall I meet you three there at eight, 
then?" he asked.

  "Definitely," chirped Wendy.  "Of course," said Casey.

  Heather watched as he lifted Casey's and then Wendy's hand to his 
lips.  Nunkies turned back to look at Heather.

  "Well, my dear, is it a date?"

  "Um, sure," replied Heather with a wicked grin.  "In the kilt, 
right?"  she asked.

  "I'll even continue wearing my prize, if you wish," he said.

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(The End?)

-- 
Cousin Heather (heatherp@smart1.net)
Queen and Keeper of the crazy crossovers
*Nunkaholic*DT cofounder*UF*CoTK*Valgal
"Lisa, vampires are make-believe.  Just like elves, gremlins 
and Eskimos"-Homer Simpson