Fic - If We Took a Holiday... (10-12/?)
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spankerellaThree more holiday minis.
title: It's a Wonderful
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: So not mine. Cordelia is Whedon's. Max and company are Katims'.
fandoms: BtVS/Roswell
pairing: Cordelia/Max (33)
*~*~*~*
She was gonna kill whoever had given her this gig.
Ghost of Christmas Future.
She was Cordelia Chase, the nastiest girl to ever walk the halls of Sunnydale High. She didn't want to be playing semi-Clarence to someone's George Bailey. The future was not set in stone. And every Christmas Eve since she'd 'died', she'd been called upon to help some loser realize it really was a wonderful life.
Bah humbug.
So here she was again. She could feel herself materializing into a very shabby apartment. This place made her first apartment in LA look like a loft near Central Park in Manhattan. What bag lady was living here?
That's when she saw him. Her heart hadn't gone out to anything since she'd had to leave her Angel behind, but her heart went right on out to this guy. He was huddled to the floor shivering and muttering 'no' over and over again. His Christmas 'present' must have been one hell of a trip. The PTB had said this guy's name was Max Evans. He was divorced... and an alien. He was also completely bitter and thought he'd done the right thing by leaving his friends and family behind.
"Max Evans?"
He looked up at her, and Cordelia was stunned. What a hottie! Sure, his ears stuck out a little, but it was... cute.
"No more." He whimpered.
"Sorry, babe. One more thing you have to see."
She reached out for him and hated the way he flinched.
*~*~*~*
A funny thing happened to her after this Max Evans guy had decided 'I wanna live again'. She was agreeing in her head. I mean, honestly, who wanted to always be the bearer of bad news? She was always letting people know if they didn't straighten up, it was bleak indeed. She used to love Christmas Eve... now she dreaded it. She was always having to be like... stay bad and nasty? Here's what you have to look forward to. And yes, that gravestone IS yours.
But a funny thing had happened.
After the room faded along with the sounds of the weeping of Max Evans, she didn't fade into that hazy gray place she went to where she could see the memories and remnants of her own life as if through opaque glass. She also wasn't wearing her creepy black Ghost of Christmas Future robes anymore. Cordelia was dressed like a Christmas caroler or something... right down to the cap and scarf. She could feel the sting of the cold. She looked like she was out in some sort of outdoor winter carnival.
What in the hell?
That's when she turned and smacked right into someone. The impact knocked her onto her ass in the snow.
"Ow!"
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry."
Two strong arms got her back onto her feet. Cordelia brushed the snow from her very sheik-looking black corduroys with her ultra-cute red mittens. Then she looked up at the human wall she'd smacked into... and nearly fainted.
It was Max Evans.
And he looked much better than when she'd last seen him. His cheeks were full and rosy now. He was smiling and showing teeth white enough to rival her own.
"Look, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to knock you over. I was just trying to find my sister. I lost her in the crowd."
"It's no big. I've had worse."
He cocked his head to the side. "Do I.... know you?" Then he rolled his eyes. "Sorry. How corny is that. Do I know you? Great, Max. Way to be a dork."
"Not corny. Not dorky either while we're at it... and maybe you do. Know me, that is."
Max blinked. "I dunno. You DO remind me of last Christmas for some odd reason."
"Oh?"
"I had an epiphany."
"Did you?"
"Yeah. Um if you're interested, I could buy you some hot cocoa or apple cider, and tell you about it... but you'll think I'm crazy."
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
"I'm not so sure you are one."
"There you are!" An annoyed male voice said. "Isabel's had me looking all over for you. It just figures you're flirting under the mistletoe, Maximillion."
Cordelia gaped. Who let Captain Leather Pants out of the metal band?
"Er, Michael this is... um..."
Cordelia extended a mitten. "Cordelia Chase."
"Nice." Michael said gruffly before looking at Max. "Is is waiting."
Cordelia sighed. She really wasn't ready to exit his company. "Well, I don't want to keep you."
Max grabbed her arm as she tried to leave. "Come with us."
"But-"
"I promised you a hot drink."
"Max..." Michael said in a warning tone.
"It's ok, Michael. She's no threat. She already knows all about us."
"Max..."
Cordelia made a face. How did he...
"I've seen the future too. Only my version is a bit brighter this time."
Then she smirked at him. The two of them walked off in the direction Michael had indicated Isabel was, leaving a scowling and bewildered Michael standing under the mistletoe they'd just been under.
*~*~*
end mini 10
*~*~*
title: A Vampire Christmas Wish
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: The BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon. Jareth and Sarah belong to Terry Jones.
fandoms: BtVS/Labyrinth
pairing: Spike/Sarah (190)
*~*~*~*
He didn't much get into the whole holiday thing. But his woman did.
Spike leaned back in the comfy chair by the fire and listened as his girlfriend recited "The Night Before Christmas" from memory. The Scooby Gang and Angel Investigations generation two got the biggest kick out of it. Especially Faith's daughter. Spike had to marvel at that particular slayer having a kid. It was made stranger by the fact that the daddy was Gunn. It made for a seriously lovely little girl with caramel skin a those haunted eyes of the rogue slayer. She was the eldest and the leader.
Xander's boy wasn't half bad either. Spike was surprised he wasn't forgoing the Christmas story and making Sarah tell the story about the labyrinth again. Thinking on that, Spike chanced a look at Jareth. Yes, the Goblin King was behaving as promised. Then again, Jareth's girlfriend, a certain blonde slayer, had threatened dismemberment if he acted up.
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
"Again, again gain, Sawah!" Willow's little redheaded toddler hollered.
"Tara Joyce." Willow admonished. "It's time for good little Jew-wiccas who've gotten their yearly dose of Santa-Christian for the evening to be in bed."
Little Tara held up her arms. "Kisses, Momma."
Willow scooped her up and kissed her.
Tara held her arms out for Kennedy. "Kisses, Momma."
Sarah had just handed little Jesse to Xander and his wife. She came over and sat on the arm of Spike's chair. He pulled her off and into his lap.
"Do you miss not having one of those, luv?" He purred into her ear.
"When I get to have everyone else's? No, but Jareth offered to work something up for us if you're interested."
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. He just doesn't like Angel. He doesn't think it's fair that Angel has Connor. He thinks we need a little girl with my dark hair and your blue eyes."
"The Goblin King granting Christmas wishes.... who'd have thought?"
The two of them started kissing."
"Ew! Gross-a-roo!" Little Mercy Gunn shouted. "There's mistletoe right over there in the entryway where we don't have to see that! Take it into the hall, yo!"
Spike grinned. Yeah, he was thinking he'd like one of those for Christmas.
*~*~*
end mini 11
*~*~*
title: Kooky with a Snap Snap
author: echo
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: Connor belongs to Joss Whedon. Wednesday belongs to Chas Addams.
fandoms: Ats/Addams Family
pairing: Connor/Wednesday Addams (438)
*~*~*~*
She was very... odd. Definitely the strangest girl at the University.
But like he was so normal anyhow. Son of two vampires, hello. But nobody here knew that. And they certainly didn't know that since he had gotten the memories of his actual life back, the obscure and often gothicly morbid appealed to him greatly. Especially her. She was all darkness and shadow. She had the glare of a homicidal killer tonight. There was a sarcastic quality to any words she spoke that was just... attractive. She was the sort who you didn't exactly feel comfortable sleeping next to unless she was taken with you, otherwise she might kill you in your sleep. She was also pretty straightforward and suspicious in nature.
He liked it.
She still wore her raven locks in two braids.... though she was well past the age to wear two braids like that. Her wardrobe was mostly black on black with a white collar or cuff here and there. Occasionally she changed the black up a bit and wore a very dark gray. Her eyes were two black coals that pierced into your very soul. Or perhaps tried to steal it. There was even something devilish in their very slant. Her skin was the kind of pale that one only found in the glow of the moon. Her lips were a sort of darkened berry, almost like a corpse's, but more red than blue.
Currently she was sitting in a chair scowling at the entire room with her arms folded across her chest. She had a dainty black dress on. Black fishnet encased her legs and clunky black boots made her feet look cartoonishly large. The classic, for her, braids were still there... just rolled into buns at the base of her skull to give her a bit, just a bit, more of an adult look. Her nails were stylishly black with white French tips... not her usual blood red.
Connor wondered if she knew she was sitting under the mistletoe.
"Er, hi. Wednesday, right?"
"No, my name is Barbie." She replied in that bored almost monotone of hers that drove him a little crazy and made his heart speed up a bit.
"Ok."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, my name is Wednesday. What do you want? Connor, right? Connor Reilly?"
"It's Connor Angel, actually."
"Reilly sounded better."
"But it isn't my REAL name."
"I'd make up a new one."
She was so dry.
"So..." Connor started. "You're known for being fairly antisocial. What are you doing at a frat holiday mixer?"
"I was dared to be here."
Connor smirked at her.
"So what brings you over, Angel?"
"You're sitting under the mistletoe."
"And?"
"And..."
"Try it, and I'll take your balls as a trophy for the rearview mirror of my hearse."
"You drive a hearse?" Connor asked excitedly.
Suddenly an odd look passed over her demonic pixie features before her face went carefully blank again. She rose slowly while replying dramatically. "With red leather seats. Blood red. I was going to be festive this holiday and strap a dead reindeer to the hood, but park rangers tend to frown upon hunting in the national forests with a bow and arrows... no matter how excellent an archer you are, so I had to forgo that plan for other holiday..." She rolled her eyes. "Cheer."
Archer? Arrows? Hunting? Had he just found the perfect girl?
"Show me?" Connor asked.
"After you try and kiss me."
"But my balls..."
"I'm thinking I might like them where they are." She smirked nastily, then added ominously. "For now."
Connor grinned then leaned in. He pecked her very politely on the lips. He almost expected her to be cold to the touch. She was very warm though.
"You call that a kiss? If I'm to show you my precious, then you'll have to do better."
"I don't want you to bite anything off."
"Spoil my fun." She paused for a minute. "You didn't drink the eggnog, did you?"
"Gross. No, why?"
"I put cat pee in it."
He blinked in shock.
"That's the other reason I showed. I've gotten lots of perverse pleasure from watching the Neanderthals and the plastic dolls sip it all night."
"You didn't... put it in anything else, did you?"
"Only the eggnog deserved it."
Connor smirked. Suddenly, he was thinking of taking her to LA to meet his birth father and Spike. She'd fit right in.
"Take me for a ride in your hearse, demonica?"
Wednesday smirked. "There's a kissing fee still to be negotiated, Romeo androgyno."
"Right." Connor said before he leaned in again.
*~*~*
end mini 12
title: It's a Wonderful
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: So not mine. Cordelia is Whedon's. Max and company are Katims'.
fandoms: BtVS/Roswell
pairing: Cordelia/Max (33)
*~*~*~*
She was gonna kill whoever had given her this gig.
Ghost of Christmas Future.
She was Cordelia Chase, the nastiest girl to ever walk the halls of Sunnydale High. She didn't want to be playing semi-Clarence to someone's George Bailey. The future was not set in stone. And every Christmas Eve since she'd 'died', she'd been called upon to help some loser realize it really was a wonderful life.
Bah humbug.
So here she was again. She could feel herself materializing into a very shabby apartment. This place made her first apartment in LA look like a loft near Central Park in Manhattan. What bag lady was living here?
That's when she saw him. Her heart hadn't gone out to anything since she'd had to leave her Angel behind, but her heart went right on out to this guy. He was huddled to the floor shivering and muttering 'no' over and over again. His Christmas 'present' must have been one hell of a trip. The PTB had said this guy's name was Max Evans. He was divorced... and an alien. He was also completely bitter and thought he'd done the right thing by leaving his friends and family behind.
"Max Evans?"
He looked up at her, and Cordelia was stunned. What a hottie! Sure, his ears stuck out a little, but it was... cute.
"No more." He whimpered.
"Sorry, babe. One more thing you have to see."
She reached out for him and hated the way he flinched.
*~*~*~*
A funny thing happened to her after this Max Evans guy had decided 'I wanna live again'. She was agreeing in her head. I mean, honestly, who wanted to always be the bearer of bad news? She was always letting people know if they didn't straighten up, it was bleak indeed. She used to love Christmas Eve... now she dreaded it. She was always having to be like... stay bad and nasty? Here's what you have to look forward to. And yes, that gravestone IS yours.
But a funny thing had happened.
After the room faded along with the sounds of the weeping of Max Evans, she didn't fade into that hazy gray place she went to where she could see the memories and remnants of her own life as if through opaque glass. She also wasn't wearing her creepy black Ghost of Christmas Future robes anymore. Cordelia was dressed like a Christmas caroler or something... right down to the cap and scarf. She could feel the sting of the cold. She looked like she was out in some sort of outdoor winter carnival.
What in the hell?
That's when she turned and smacked right into someone. The impact knocked her onto her ass in the snow.
"Ow!"
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry."
Two strong arms got her back onto her feet. Cordelia brushed the snow from her very sheik-looking black corduroys with her ultra-cute red mittens. Then she looked up at the human wall she'd smacked into... and nearly fainted.
It was Max Evans.
And he looked much better than when she'd last seen him. His cheeks were full and rosy now. He was smiling and showing teeth white enough to rival her own.
"Look, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to knock you over. I was just trying to find my sister. I lost her in the crowd."
"It's no big. I've had worse."
He cocked his head to the side. "Do I.... know you?" Then he rolled his eyes. "Sorry. How corny is that. Do I know you? Great, Max. Way to be a dork."
"Not corny. Not dorky either while we're at it... and maybe you do. Know me, that is."
Max blinked. "I dunno. You DO remind me of last Christmas for some odd reason."
"Oh?"
"I had an epiphany."
"Did you?"
"Yeah. Um if you're interested, I could buy you some hot cocoa or apple cider, and tell you about it... but you'll think I'm crazy."
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
"I'm not so sure you are one."
"There you are!" An annoyed male voice said. "Isabel's had me looking all over for you. It just figures you're flirting under the mistletoe, Maximillion."
Cordelia gaped. Who let Captain Leather Pants out of the metal band?
"Er, Michael this is... um..."
Cordelia extended a mitten. "Cordelia Chase."
"Nice." Michael said gruffly before looking at Max. "Is is waiting."
Cordelia sighed. She really wasn't ready to exit his company. "Well, I don't want to keep you."
Max grabbed her arm as she tried to leave. "Come with us."
"But-"
"I promised you a hot drink."
"Max..." Michael said in a warning tone.
"It's ok, Michael. She's no threat. She already knows all about us."
"Max..."
Cordelia made a face. How did he...
"I've seen the future too. Only my version is a bit brighter this time."
Then she smirked at him. The two of them walked off in the direction Michael had indicated Isabel was, leaving a scowling and bewildered Michael standing under the mistletoe they'd just been under.
*~*~*
end mini 10
*~*~*
title: A Vampire Christmas Wish
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: The BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon. Jareth and Sarah belong to Terry Jones.
fandoms: BtVS/Labyrinth
pairing: Spike/Sarah (190)
*~*~*~*
He didn't much get into the whole holiday thing. But his woman did.
Spike leaned back in the comfy chair by the fire and listened as his girlfriend recited "The Night Before Christmas" from memory. The Scooby Gang and Angel Investigations generation two got the biggest kick out of it. Especially Faith's daughter. Spike had to marvel at that particular slayer having a kid. It was made stranger by the fact that the daddy was Gunn. It made for a seriously lovely little girl with caramel skin a those haunted eyes of the rogue slayer. She was the eldest and the leader.
Xander's boy wasn't half bad either. Spike was surprised he wasn't forgoing the Christmas story and making Sarah tell the story about the labyrinth again. Thinking on that, Spike chanced a look at Jareth. Yes, the Goblin King was behaving as promised. Then again, Jareth's girlfriend, a certain blonde slayer, had threatened dismemberment if he acted up.
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
"Again, again gain, Sawah!" Willow's little redheaded toddler hollered.
"Tara Joyce." Willow admonished. "It's time for good little Jew-wiccas who've gotten their yearly dose of Santa-Christian for the evening to be in bed."
Little Tara held up her arms. "Kisses, Momma."
Willow scooped her up and kissed her.
Tara held her arms out for Kennedy. "Kisses, Momma."
Sarah had just handed little Jesse to Xander and his wife. She came over and sat on the arm of Spike's chair. He pulled her off and into his lap.
"Do you miss not having one of those, luv?" He purred into her ear.
"When I get to have everyone else's? No, but Jareth offered to work something up for us if you're interested."
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. He just doesn't like Angel. He doesn't think it's fair that Angel has Connor. He thinks we need a little girl with my dark hair and your blue eyes."
"The Goblin King granting Christmas wishes.... who'd have thought?"
The two of them started kissing."
"Ew! Gross-a-roo!" Little Mercy Gunn shouted. "There's mistletoe right over there in the entryway where we don't have to see that! Take it into the hall, yo!"
Spike grinned. Yeah, he was thinking he'd like one of those for Christmas.
*~*~*
end mini 11
*~*~*
title: Kooky with a Snap Snap
author: echo
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: Connor belongs to Joss Whedon. Wednesday belongs to Chas Addams.
fandoms: Ats/Addams Family
pairing: Connor/Wednesday Addams (438)
*~*~*~*
She was very... odd. Definitely the strangest girl at the University.
But like he was so normal anyhow. Son of two vampires, hello. But nobody here knew that. And they certainly didn't know that since he had gotten the memories of his actual life back, the obscure and often gothicly morbid appealed to him greatly. Especially her. She was all darkness and shadow. She had the glare of a homicidal killer tonight. There was a sarcastic quality to any words she spoke that was just... attractive. She was the sort who you didn't exactly feel comfortable sleeping next to unless she was taken with you, otherwise she might kill you in your sleep. She was also pretty straightforward and suspicious in nature.
He liked it.
She still wore her raven locks in two braids.... though she was well past the age to wear two braids like that. Her wardrobe was mostly black on black with a white collar or cuff here and there. Occasionally she changed the black up a bit and wore a very dark gray. Her eyes were two black coals that pierced into your very soul. Or perhaps tried to steal it. There was even something devilish in their very slant. Her skin was the kind of pale that one only found in the glow of the moon. Her lips were a sort of darkened berry, almost like a corpse's, but more red than blue.
Currently she was sitting in a chair scowling at the entire room with her arms folded across her chest. She had a dainty black dress on. Black fishnet encased her legs and clunky black boots made her feet look cartoonishly large. The classic, for her, braids were still there... just rolled into buns at the base of her skull to give her a bit, just a bit, more of an adult look. Her nails were stylishly black with white French tips... not her usual blood red.
Connor wondered if she knew she was sitting under the mistletoe.
"Er, hi. Wednesday, right?"
"No, my name is Barbie." She replied in that bored almost monotone of hers that drove him a little crazy and made his heart speed up a bit.
"Ok."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, my name is Wednesday. What do you want? Connor, right? Connor Reilly?"
"It's Connor Angel, actually."
"Reilly sounded better."
"But it isn't my REAL name."
"I'd make up a new one."
She was so dry.
"So..." Connor started. "You're known for being fairly antisocial. What are you doing at a frat holiday mixer?"
"I was dared to be here."
Connor smirked at her.
"So what brings you over, Angel?"
"You're sitting under the mistletoe."
"And?"
"And..."
"Try it, and I'll take your balls as a trophy for the rearview mirror of my hearse."
"You drive a hearse?" Connor asked excitedly.
Suddenly an odd look passed over her demonic pixie features before her face went carefully blank again. She rose slowly while replying dramatically. "With red leather seats. Blood red. I was going to be festive this holiday and strap a dead reindeer to the hood, but park rangers tend to frown upon hunting in the national forests with a bow and arrows... no matter how excellent an archer you are, so I had to forgo that plan for other holiday..." She rolled her eyes. "Cheer."
Archer? Arrows? Hunting? Had he just found the perfect girl?
"Show me?" Connor asked.
"After you try and kiss me."
"But my balls..."
"I'm thinking I might like them where they are." She smirked nastily, then added ominously. "For now."
Connor grinned then leaned in. He pecked her very politely on the lips. He almost expected her to be cold to the touch. She was very warm though.
"You call that a kiss? If I'm to show you my precious, then you'll have to do better."
"I don't want you to bite anything off."
"Spoil my fun." She paused for a minute. "You didn't drink the eggnog, did you?"
"Gross. No, why?"
"I put cat pee in it."
He blinked in shock.
"That's the other reason I showed. I've gotten lots of perverse pleasure from watching the Neanderthals and the plastic dolls sip it all night."
"You didn't... put it in anything else, did you?"
"Only the eggnog deserved it."
Connor smirked. Suddenly, he was thinking of taking her to LA to meet his birth father and Spike. She'd fit right in.
"Take me for a ride in your hearse, demonica?"
Wednesday smirked. "There's a kissing fee still to be negotiated, Romeo androgyno."
"Right." Connor said before he leaned in again.
*~*~*
end mini 12
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