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Merry Christmas fics!
So I've been on vacation with lots of time to write and no characters to play with at FH...so you all get holiday crack.
Angels We Have Heard on High (Angel/Logan/Callisto)
Logan wouldn't admit it, but he was looking for a place to hide. Classes were almost over at Fandom, which meant that there would be in an influx of people at the hotel any day now. Given exactly who had decided to show up, he'd decided that time alone with Mr. Cuervo sounded positively…festive at the moment.
Angel had gotten into the Christmas spirit, wandering around decorating with garlands (that Callisto had tried to use as tripwires), holly (that she had stuck into Logan's shoes), and mistletoe (that she had put into a bottle of vodka, and it was just criminal to abuse alcohol that way). And singing Christmas carols when he thought that no one was listening.
Logan cocked his head to listen. Great. Sean was howling along. He took another shot of tequila. Angel was good at a lot of things—he smirked—and very, very good at a few.
Singing wasn't on either list.
He cracked the door open. "When they were singing about angels they heard on high, do you think they were this tone deaf?" he yelled in the general direction of the singing.
"No one asked you, houseboy," Callisto snarked from the lobby few floors below.
"You don't like it either," he replied.
Angel bounced down the stairs with a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Something you can agree on!" he said happily.
"It's not that bad," Logan replied immediately. "I kind of enjoy—" Callisto began simultaneously, then cut herself off. "It's terrible," she said instead, looking triumphant.
Logan rolled his eyes in the comfort of his room, then took another drink from the bottle.
Baby, It's Cold Outside (Jack/Sam)
"It's not that I don't appreciate the effort," Sam began, smiling at Jack.
"But?" he prompted.
"It's 20 degrees outside," she said. "I won't think less of you for putting a shirt on." She giggled and waved her hand at him. "Unless you're planning to reenact the holiday pageant. Then by all means, enjoy yourself."
Jack grinned back and began singing as he moved around the room.
Four Noble Truths
And the Eightfold Pathy-Pathy
Four Noble Truths
And the Eightfold Pathy-Pathy
Mean Nirvana and no more wrathy-wrathy
Under the bodhi tree
"Private shows are sooo much better," Sam commented, making herself comfortable.
Deck the Halls (Gremlins, Zoe)
Zoe had learned a while ago that dwelling too much on the weirdness of Fandom High was a quick trip to a long headache.
It didn't mean that seeing a troop of gremlins draped in holly, lights and tinsel wasn't enough to make her blink as they walked past her in the hallway, though.
And their humming was almost tuneful.
If you didn't know the song that well.
Do You Hear What I Hear? (Jaye)
The lion, as usual, started it.
"Do you hear what I hear?" he sang.
"Shut up," Jaye told him. Politely.
"Said the night wind to the little lamb," he continued. The sheep toaster chimed in, "Do you hear what I hear?"
Jaye groaned and hid her head under her pillow.
Stupid holidays.
Good King Wenceslas (Willow/Peter)
"Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen," Peter sang under his breath as he draped holly over his door, "when the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even."
"Was he really that good a king?" Willow asked from the hallway, smiling. "Or was the song making him sound better just because he was king?"
Peter opened his mouth to answer, but Willow was already on a roll. "Maybe he was only a mediocre king," she continued, "and the songwriter was trying to cheer him up for the holidays because he had such a terrible name and he realized halfway through writing that nothing was going to rhyme with Wenceslas anyway. Oooh. Except for apple sauce!" Her eyes lit up. "It could be a crossover song about ladkes and applesauce and a Christian king who properly appreciated multiculturalism!"
Peter was trying not to burst out laughing. "Maybe it should be," he said. "A king should respect the beliefs of his subjects, after all."
Willow nodded, then leaned up to give Peter a kiss. "Has anyone written a song about you yet? Peter's much easier to rhyme than Wenceslas."
Peter, too busy trying to think if anyone had done that—maybe the Fauns had?—missed the unmistakable signs of Willow With a New Mission.
"I don't think so," he said finally.
Willow grinned impishly. "Good to know."
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Aly, Alanna/Charlie)
"It's too cold outside," Alanna complained as she shucked off her nine layers of sweaters and dumped them all into Charlie's arms.
"It's December," he pointed out mildly from underneath his Santa hat.
"That's not enough of an excuse," Alanna replied. Faithful snickered.
"I've had about enough of you," she said, pointing a menacing finger at the cat.
Faithful, of course, ignored it.
"Come in and get something hot to drink, then," Aly called from the kitchen.
When she got no response, she poked her head out to look into the living room.
Alanna was up on her tiptoes kissing Charlie.
Aly smiled and went back to the punch she had heating on the stove, humming "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" under her breath as she stirred.
I Wonder as I Wander (Jake/Alex)
It was around here somewhere, Jake was certain of it. It was that time of year, after all, and Alexeij wouldn't be stupid enough not to buy him a Christmas gift.
And what was a better gift than coffee? Jake certainly couldn't think of one.
After tossing the room and coming up present-less, he moved on to the common room. Nothing.
Rory gave him some of her own coffee, but pleaded innocent to knowing where Alexeij was hiding his gift. A fellow lover of coffee wouldn't lie to him, so Jake continued wandering.
An afternoon wasted—except for the nine cups of coffee he'd wrangled out of people trying to get him to go away—and Jake was back in the room with a pout on his face and a final cup of coffee in his hand.
Krycek opened the door and raised his eyebrows at the state of their room.
"You want to be a good boyfriend, right?" Jake began reasonably.
Alex was strangely distracted by the mess surrounding them.
"You wouldn't forget to get me a gift, right?" Jake tried, skipping to the important part of the discussion.
Krycek stared at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Christmas!" Jake said, bouncing up and down.
Maybe there had been a little too much caffeine today.
Not that he'd admit it.
"You'd drink it all if I bought it now!" Krycek finally said, rolling his eyes.
"It is coffee!" Jake crowed triumphantly.
"Among other things," Krycek replied dryly.
Jake looked deeply satisfied. "I've picked a good royal consort," he said with a grin.
Krycek rolled his eyes again. "Now about the room…" he began.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas (Isabel/Greg)
"Um, Isabel?" Greg asked, looking a little freaked out.
Isabel didn't turn her attention from the four bowls of cookie dough she was stirring simultaneously. "Yes?"
"If I tell you that I think the Santa hat might ruin my hair, will you hurt me?"
"It's a possibility."
Greg jammed it down onto his head with an excess of energy.
Isabel nodded. "Now come over here and put sprinkles on the cookies," she commanded.
"Yes, ma'am," Greg said with a grin, tossing her a salute.
Isabel raised an eyebrow.
Greg smiled harder, then began singing "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" as he put yellow sugar on impeccably prepared butter cookies.
Let It Snow (Molly/Ray)
"This way," Ray said, pulling Molly by the hand over to the side of the dorm building, well away from where the rest of the students had begun an epic snowball fight.
"What did you do?" Molly asked, grinning up at him. She smiled harder when she saw what he'd been up to most of the afternoon. "It's me!" she said, pointing to the snowgirl with the pink hat. "And you!" There was a snowman next to her, and the branches of their arms were linked together.
Ray blushed, looking a little embarrassed. "Too much?"
Molly gave him a giant hug and a kiss on the cheek. "It's perfect."
Ray grinned back. "Then let it snow."
Little Drummer Boy (John/Aeryn)
Aeryn had a very small smile on her face as John began opening one of the presents she had wrapped for him and left under the tree at Angel's hotel.
He tore through the paper and stared.
"Um," John said, confused.
"Um," Angel added, worried.
"I got you a block of wood," Aeryn said, stating the obvious.
John stared some more.
"Because in the last two pageants, you've been a block of wood," Aeryn said, not sure why this needed to be explained. "Clearly you have a wood fascination that might need to be explored at other times of the year."
Logan choked on his sip of coffee.
John opened his mouth to try to explain the cultural significance of the little drummer boy and a menorah, then decided against it. He leaned over to kiss her. "Thanks," he said.
Aeryn smiled back, satisfied.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Hamlet)
Hamlet liked the forest. It was dark and broody—good for dark and broody thoughts.
Which was why the deer with the overly-cheerful red blinking nose was an unwelcome intrusion on his time.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything for you," Hamlet told it.
The deer gave him big doe eyes.
Or would have, except that he was male.
"I'm sorry," Hamlet said. "All I have is a to-do list reminding me to kill my uncle, a toque my mother knit for me, and a bread sandwich, but that's for Earl."
He glanced back at the deer, who was looking remarkably emo, pawing at the dirt and refusing to meet his eyes now.
"Why are you here all alone, anyway?" Hamlet asked. It was Fandom, after all. The deer just might answer back.
The deer shrugged.
"Let me guess. The teal deer laughed and call you names?"
The deer in front of him nodded.
"And the ghost of your father harasses you about vengeance and wearing warm enough clothing?"
The deer looked confused.
"Just me, then," Hamlet said. He rolled his eyes. "Come along. Plenty of room on the sixth floor. I bet Earl will play reindeer games with you or something."
The deer snorted and wandered back into the woods. He was way too emo for games.
Hamlet stared after him. "Have it your way, then."
Santa Claus is Coming to Town (Winchester Boys)
John double-checked his notes, then scrubbed his hands through his hair with a tired sigh and picked up the phone. "Dean? Get Sammy and meet me over at the weapons locker. He's coming back."
Dean groaned. "Again? I thought we got him that last time in the mall in Minneapolis."
John shrugged. "Apparently not."
"Shame about that Christmas display then," Dean commented. "Be there in five minutes."
He hung up the phone, then trotted down to Sam's door and pounded on it. "Sammy? Time to saddle up. Santa Claus is coming to town."
"Not again…"
Silver Bells (Rory)
Rory loved Christmas, and to anyone who wasn't paying a huge deal of attention, she seemed just as bubbly as normal.
But her gaze lingered just a little too long on the stars that decorated Christmas trees and light poles. And her laughter was a bit forced when her friends sat around and relived the greatest hits of last year's pageant.
And the sound of bells made her eyes tear up.
She finally retreated to her room, cranked "Silver Bells" way, way up, and cried for the loss of the boy with the soft eyes and the shy smile who she had loved more than she'd thought possible.
And then for his son.
Angels We Have Heard on High (Angel/Logan/Callisto)
Logan wouldn't admit it, but he was looking for a place to hide. Classes were almost over at Fandom, which meant that there would be in an influx of people at the hotel any day now. Given exactly who had decided to show up, he'd decided that time alone with Mr. Cuervo sounded positively…festive at the moment.
Angel had gotten into the Christmas spirit, wandering around decorating with garlands (that Callisto had tried to use as tripwires), holly (that she had stuck into Logan's shoes), and mistletoe (that she had put into a bottle of vodka, and it was just criminal to abuse alcohol that way). And singing Christmas carols when he thought that no one was listening.
Logan cocked his head to listen. Great. Sean was howling along. He took another shot of tequila. Angel was good at a lot of things—he smirked—and very, very good at a few.
Singing wasn't on either list.
He cracked the door open. "When they were singing about angels they heard on high, do you think they were this tone deaf?" he yelled in the general direction of the singing.
"No one asked you, houseboy," Callisto snarked from the lobby few floors below.
"You don't like it either," he replied.
Angel bounced down the stairs with a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Something you can agree on!" he said happily.
"It's not that bad," Logan replied immediately. "I kind of enjoy—" Callisto began simultaneously, then cut herself off. "It's terrible," she said instead, looking triumphant.
Logan rolled his eyes in the comfort of his room, then took another drink from the bottle.
Baby, It's Cold Outside (Jack/Sam)
"It's not that I don't appreciate the effort," Sam began, smiling at Jack.
"But?" he prompted.
"It's 20 degrees outside," she said. "I won't think less of you for putting a shirt on." She giggled and waved her hand at him. "Unless you're planning to reenact the holiday pageant. Then by all means, enjoy yourself."
Jack grinned back and began singing as he moved around the room.
Four Noble Truths
And the Eightfold Pathy-Pathy
Four Noble Truths
And the Eightfold Pathy-Pathy
Mean Nirvana and no more wrathy-wrathy
Under the bodhi tree
"Private shows are sooo much better," Sam commented, making herself comfortable.
Deck the Halls (Gremlins, Zoe)
Zoe had learned a while ago that dwelling too much on the weirdness of Fandom High was a quick trip to a long headache.
It didn't mean that seeing a troop of gremlins draped in holly, lights and tinsel wasn't enough to make her blink as they walked past her in the hallway, though.
And their humming was almost tuneful.
If you didn't know the song that well.
Do You Hear What I Hear? (Jaye)
The lion, as usual, started it.
"Do you hear what I hear?" he sang.
"Shut up," Jaye told him. Politely.
"Said the night wind to the little lamb," he continued. The sheep toaster chimed in, "Do you hear what I hear?"
Jaye groaned and hid her head under her pillow.
Stupid holidays.
Good King Wenceslas (Willow/Peter)
"Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen," Peter sang under his breath as he draped holly over his door, "when the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even."
"Was he really that good a king?" Willow asked from the hallway, smiling. "Or was the song making him sound better just because he was king?"
Peter opened his mouth to answer, but Willow was already on a roll. "Maybe he was only a mediocre king," she continued, "and the songwriter was trying to cheer him up for the holidays because he had such a terrible name and he realized halfway through writing that nothing was going to rhyme with Wenceslas anyway. Oooh. Except for apple sauce!" Her eyes lit up. "It could be a crossover song about ladkes and applesauce and a Christian king who properly appreciated multiculturalism!"
Peter was trying not to burst out laughing. "Maybe it should be," he said. "A king should respect the beliefs of his subjects, after all."
Willow nodded, then leaned up to give Peter a kiss. "Has anyone written a song about you yet? Peter's much easier to rhyme than Wenceslas."
Peter, too busy trying to think if anyone had done that—maybe the Fauns had?—missed the unmistakable signs of Willow With a New Mission.
"I don't think so," he said finally.
Willow grinned impishly. "Good to know."
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Aly, Alanna/Charlie)
"It's too cold outside," Alanna complained as she shucked off her nine layers of sweaters and dumped them all into Charlie's arms.
"It's December," he pointed out mildly from underneath his Santa hat.
"That's not enough of an excuse," Alanna replied. Faithful snickered.
"I've had about enough of you," she said, pointing a menacing finger at the cat.
Faithful, of course, ignored it.
"Come in and get something hot to drink, then," Aly called from the kitchen.
When she got no response, she poked her head out to look into the living room.
Alanna was up on her tiptoes kissing Charlie.
Aly smiled and went back to the punch she had heating on the stove, humming "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" under her breath as she stirred.
I Wonder as I Wander (Jake/Alex)
It was around here somewhere, Jake was certain of it. It was that time of year, after all, and Alexeij wouldn't be stupid enough not to buy him a Christmas gift.
And what was a better gift than coffee? Jake certainly couldn't think of one.
After tossing the room and coming up present-less, he moved on to the common room. Nothing.
Rory gave him some of her own coffee, but pleaded innocent to knowing where Alexeij was hiding his gift. A fellow lover of coffee wouldn't lie to him, so Jake continued wandering.
An afternoon wasted—except for the nine cups of coffee he'd wrangled out of people trying to get him to go away—and Jake was back in the room with a pout on his face and a final cup of coffee in his hand.
Krycek opened the door and raised his eyebrows at the state of their room.
"You want to be a good boyfriend, right?" Jake began reasonably.
Alex was strangely distracted by the mess surrounding them.
"You wouldn't forget to get me a gift, right?" Jake tried, skipping to the important part of the discussion.
Krycek stared at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Christmas!" Jake said, bouncing up and down.
Maybe there had been a little too much caffeine today.
Not that he'd admit it.
"You'd drink it all if I bought it now!" Krycek finally said, rolling his eyes.
"It is coffee!" Jake crowed triumphantly.
"Among other things," Krycek replied dryly.
Jake looked deeply satisfied. "I've picked a good royal consort," he said with a grin.
Krycek rolled his eyes again. "Now about the room…" he began.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas (Isabel/Greg)
"Um, Isabel?" Greg asked, looking a little freaked out.
Isabel didn't turn her attention from the four bowls of cookie dough she was stirring simultaneously. "Yes?"
"If I tell you that I think the Santa hat might ruin my hair, will you hurt me?"
"It's a possibility."
Greg jammed it down onto his head with an excess of energy.
Isabel nodded. "Now come over here and put sprinkles on the cookies," she commanded.
"Yes, ma'am," Greg said with a grin, tossing her a salute.
Isabel raised an eyebrow.
Greg smiled harder, then began singing "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" as he put yellow sugar on impeccably prepared butter cookies.
Let It Snow (Molly/Ray)
"This way," Ray said, pulling Molly by the hand over to the side of the dorm building, well away from where the rest of the students had begun an epic snowball fight.
"What did you do?" Molly asked, grinning up at him. She smiled harder when she saw what he'd been up to most of the afternoon. "It's me!" she said, pointing to the snowgirl with the pink hat. "And you!" There was a snowman next to her, and the branches of their arms were linked together.
Ray blushed, looking a little embarrassed. "Too much?"
Molly gave him a giant hug and a kiss on the cheek. "It's perfect."
Ray grinned back. "Then let it snow."
Little Drummer Boy (John/Aeryn)
Aeryn had a very small smile on her face as John began opening one of the presents she had wrapped for him and left under the tree at Angel's hotel.
He tore through the paper and stared.
"Um," John said, confused.
"Um," Angel added, worried.
"I got you a block of wood," Aeryn said, stating the obvious.
John stared some more.
"Because in the last two pageants, you've been a block of wood," Aeryn said, not sure why this needed to be explained. "Clearly you have a wood fascination that might need to be explored at other times of the year."
Logan choked on his sip of coffee.
John opened his mouth to try to explain the cultural significance of the little drummer boy and a menorah, then decided against it. He leaned over to kiss her. "Thanks," he said.
Aeryn smiled back, satisfied.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Hamlet)
Hamlet liked the forest. It was dark and broody—good for dark and broody thoughts.
Which was why the deer with the overly-cheerful red blinking nose was an unwelcome intrusion on his time.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything for you," Hamlet told it.
The deer gave him big doe eyes.
Or would have, except that he was male.
"I'm sorry," Hamlet said. "All I have is a to-do list reminding me to kill my uncle, a toque my mother knit for me, and a bread sandwich, but that's for Earl."
He glanced back at the deer, who was looking remarkably emo, pawing at the dirt and refusing to meet his eyes now.
"Why are you here all alone, anyway?" Hamlet asked. It was Fandom, after all. The deer just might answer back.
The deer shrugged.
"Let me guess. The teal deer laughed and call you names?"
The deer in front of him nodded.
"And the ghost of your father harasses you about vengeance and wearing warm enough clothing?"
The deer looked confused.
"Just me, then," Hamlet said. He rolled his eyes. "Come along. Plenty of room on the sixth floor. I bet Earl will play reindeer games with you or something."
The deer snorted and wandered back into the woods. He was way too emo for games.
Hamlet stared after him. "Have it your way, then."
Santa Claus is Coming to Town (Winchester Boys)
John double-checked his notes, then scrubbed his hands through his hair with a tired sigh and picked up the phone. "Dean? Get Sammy and meet me over at the weapons locker. He's coming back."
Dean groaned. "Again? I thought we got him that last time in the mall in Minneapolis."
John shrugged. "Apparently not."
"Shame about that Christmas display then," Dean commented. "Be there in five minutes."
He hung up the phone, then trotted down to Sam's door and pounded on it. "Sammy? Time to saddle up. Santa Claus is coming to town."
"Not again…"
Silver Bells (Rory)
Rory loved Christmas, and to anyone who wasn't paying a huge deal of attention, she seemed just as bubbly as normal.
But her gaze lingered just a little too long on the stars that decorated Christmas trees and light poles. And her laughter was a bit forced when her friends sat around and relived the greatest hits of last year's pageant.
And the sound of bells made her eyes tear up.
She finally retreated to her room, cranked "Silver Bells" way, way up, and cried for the loss of the boy with the soft eyes and the shy smile who she had loved more than she'd thought possible.
And then for his son.
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Now I'm never going to be able to sing 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town' without thinking about Winchesters.
. . . wait, why am I complaining?
Also, *claps* yay! Me heart.
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And the Christmas Nazi. And the reindeer. and...
and awwwww Rory!
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Christmas Nazi!
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You win everything!
Hamlet and the reindeer and aww, Rory, and Willow and Peter and Alanna/Charlie!
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*plays Good King Wenceslas on the kazoo*
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I'm glad that it helped!
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And amazingly my ego allows me to admit that the Winchester boys' one was my fav.
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*hugs Rory*
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*hearts you so much*
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*covers you in pie and lint*