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"No."

"But-"

"I'm not doing it."

Shawn pointed above his head, his whole face turning into one big pout. "But!"

"Spencer..." Lassiter growled, annoyance creeping into his voice. "This is a crime scene."

"It's tradition! You're breaking tradition, Lassy-face! Can you hear it snap like dry wood? Crrrrrcckkchhhh..." Shawn put his hands together and started to wring thin air. "Crrrrrchkchhchhchh, oh my God, you are squeezing the life out of it! It is bleeding rosiny tears! It... sticks!"

Lassiter roughly grabbed the flailing hands and pushed them down. "Will you cut that crap! I know exactly what you're trying to do." The detective leaned in close, squinting at Shawn before he realized that this invasion of personal space wasn't exactly against the psychic's plans. He straightened up again. "And it's not going to work."

"You are such a coward. What's the dealio, Lassy? 'tis the season!"

"Spencer..."

"What, you didn't brush your teeth this morning? Got herpes? Halitosis?"

"You're not getting to me with your- whoa!" Lassiter stumbled backwards when suddenly he had an armful of Spencer to handle.

"He's here! He's here! He wants to tell me how he died, I can see it, but he is so angry! Look how he decorated this house! He is so into the christmas spirit and you squish and squash it and play the Grinchball's final on his soul's behalf! Quick, Lassy, we have to kiss to make up for it!"

"What the- let go of- I'm not kissing you!" All of a sudden the panic kicked in. What if one of the forensic guys walked in, or O'Hara, wanting to inspect the same room right now?

"Shh!" Shawn placed a finger on his mouth and the face of the younger man was much too close for his liking. "Trust the christmas spirit, Lassy."

Lassiter cursed and grabbed Spencer's shoulders in order to push him away but at the same time Shawn leaned forward and brought his mouth close to the detective's, quickly enclosing around his lower lip and brushing over it when he pulled away, practically stealing it right off. Swift, short, more a hint than a real kiss if it hadn't been for the slight tug and warm sensation in the unheated room.

Lassiter stood, dumbfounded, staring at the younger man.

Shawn smirked at him, triumphantly, impertinently, though his cheeks might have flushed briefly. "Check the wallpaper. The woodchips are filled with evil," he informed him, before hurrying outside.

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*MORE MIGHTY FANGIRLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

It would have been more impressive had I spelled it correctly!

Edited Date: 2007-12-16 08:34 pm (UTC)

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Hee! Didn't get a chance to read this properly last night.

♥

Quick, Lassy, we have to kiss to make up for it!"

*snerks*

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Like I would let this opportunity pass by Gus! XD

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The rest of the night had been quiet and nice. Gus had driven his parents home, had stopped for a nice cup of cocoa and finally some warm Christmas feelings of togetherness. It was really late when he finally got home and parked the car. The fact of his newly improved and respected adulthood had made him politely decline the offer to spend the rest of the night in his old room - he still had a point to prove here. His mother had beamed at him, telling him to drive carefully and his father had given him a look of undisguised pride as they shook hands once more, accompanied by a hearty, man-to-man "Merry Christmas" and "We hear you".

Gus locked the car and yawned on the way to his apartment. After he stepped inside he took a moment to rest his back against the door, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh. He felt tired and really good and still a little mixed up from all the events of the past days.

Then he realized the light.

It was dull, flickering from time to time and came right out of his kitchen. Gus startled. Surely he hadn't forgotten to leave any Christmas candles burning? He stormed into the kitchen, ready to put out whatever of his furniture was burning there - and stopped dead track when he was surprised by the sight of Shawn who was frowning at the defective contact of some Christmas lights. "Dude! I thought you'd never get here. Those things are highly irritating. Where did you get these?"

"Shawn?" Gus slowly stepped closer. "What are you doing here? It's late."

"True. It is." He tugged at the Christmas lights and they stopped flickering for a while. "I forgot something."

"You forgot something?"

Gus found that highly unlikely but Shawn merely nodded. "Yes. You know, we've been running around all the time, given out Christmas presents, sharing the love, ran a marathon, bailed your parents out of jail..."

"Shawn."

"... solved a murder, even turned you into an adult, I mean who would have thought that..."

"Shawn!"

"But!" Shawn reached under the table and pulled out a small package. "I didn't come around to give you your present yet."

Gus blinked and looked at the gift. "My present?" He blinked again when he realized that Shawn was right. One thing had led to another so fast that they hadn't come around to give each other their presents. "Oh."

"Oh it is indeed. Go ahead, open it. Open it, open it!"

"It's not another snowglobe, is it, Shawn?"

Shawn bounced on his heels impatiently. "Well, why don't you just open it and find out?"

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Gus' eyebrows shot up but he grinned a little at the boyish excitement of his friend and curiously unwrapped the package. "What's this?" He pulled out the thick, heavy, leather-bound album and frowned.

"Open it," Shawn continued to chant.

When he followed the instruction it and was immediately confronted with a huge printout of him and Shawn at the age of twelve, dangling from a tree, feet caught in their self-built snare. He flipped a page. Him and Shawn playing baseball at a slightly older age, Shawn looking determined and a little angry at the world in general and Gus remembered that this was around divorce time. Next to it was a very recent picture in front of the psych office which Shawn had originally taken for some advertisement. Given the fact that they looked like two goofs who had way too much fun posing in front of the camera they had finally decided against it.

"It's not chronological," Shawn explained, glancing over his shoulder. "Which makes it way more challenging."

"Where did you get these?" Gus asked, giggling at the sight of them at the age of nine after an experiment with his chemistry set went terribly wrong.

"Oh, you know, here and there. You got another two hundred and forty-seven pages to go."

"Two hund-!" Gus shook his head. He couldn’t fight the smile, coming along with the "This is really cool, man. Thanks a lot"

He eagerly turned the pages without looking up until he could feel Shawn standing close to him. Very close. Flailing-at-Gus-and-telling-him-it's-too-close close. Gus looked up, blinking in surprise. "Shawn, what are you doing?"

Shawn's eyes wandered upwards. "Mistletoe."

"Oh." Gus nodded, looking back at the pictures. Paused. Frowned. Looked up again. "What?!"

"Mistletoe," Shawn repeated casually. "Dude, you can't put a mistletoe up there and then not go through with it. That is pretty shallow. Santa will bring you coals."

"But I didn't put a mistletoe up th-"

Gus' complaints were muffled when Shawn leaned in close and simply kissed him, surprisingly calm and deliberate as soon as his lips touched his best friend's, softly, gently... protectively?

"Merry Christmas."

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.... I'm totally speechless with awe.... but, seriously, the perfect christmas kissing thing, right there. I just, awww. *heart*

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Aww, so sweet <3

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I'm not awake... as true as that comment is for you and Gus, it's not meant for you ;P

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STOP IT!! I have limited FANGIRLING ENERGY and you're using it all up!!! XD

Ah, what the hell, I can top up tomorrow!

*FANGIRLS*

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Aww, so sweet <3

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Me please? And I'll reciprocate?

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Shawn watched his breath condensate in front of his face and tried to kill time by trying to shape it. He pulled different faces and scrunched up his nose, determined to produce fake smoke rings but it wasn't cold enough and the small clouds simply dissolved into the December air.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"It's awesome!" he announced, grinning. "A little more practise and I can make the Eiffel Tower!"

"France, huh?" Anna grinned. They were sitting on a small bench outside a motorway restaurant. They had agreed to meet here because it was a stopover for both their routes. "Itchy feet, Shawn?"

Shawn grinned. "Oh, this is just a weekend trip. Definitely be back for Christmas. You know. This is just me, getting some room." He paused and frowned slightly. "Which doesn't make sense I guess, because we're outside but, you know, not room as in four walls surrounding you but space." Another pause. "Without a spacesuit, of course. Well. And more oxygen. Room as in..."

"Liberty?"

"Liberty, yeah, that... no, are we getting too political here? It lacks the right touch, it's too academic." Shawn took the coffee she handed him and warmed his hands. "You know what, let's just totally make up a new word." He grinned at her, expectantly. "Alright, let's see. Room. Space. Liberty and..."

"Freedom?"

"Freedom! We should totally make this a Pirates of the Carribbean moment but we're lacking rum. Anyway. Room, space, liberty and freedom. That makes... hang on... Ro... Spa... Li... Fre. Rospalifre? No, that sounds weird. Let's get rid of the r. Rospalife!"

Anna thought for a moment. "I have no idea what rospa could be. How about we get rid of the first part? That leaves life."

Shawn's eyes lit up. "Life! I like that! Short, simple, to the point. Actually..." He pointed upwards. "... almost as simple as this little thing up there."

Anna followed his gaze and laughed. "No way. They actually put a mistletoe up there?"

"Yes." Shawn nodded earnestly. "It's for the biker gangs. They get lonely. I think it's the beards."

"Well, you're a biker as well, aren't you?"

"Hmmm..." Shawn thought for a moment and smiled. "I guess so. Which means, I am totally inclined and allowed to use it."

She returned his smile and once again Shawn fell into this easiness he always relished around her. He carefully touched her cheek and leaned in close, bringing their lips together gently before deepening the kiss for a moment. When they ran out of breath he leaned his forehead against hers. "Maybe that's rospa?"

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OOC: Heeee -- oh, I adored this. This is perfect. Thank you!

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(ooc: 'Tis the season! Glad you liked it! ^_^)

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Is that? Oh... it is. So think close talking will pass for this one too?

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He had been waiting outside, bouncing on his heels, watching the different colors of countless Christmas lights reflecting on his hands and clothes.

"Shawn?"

"Detective O'Hara!" He beamed at her. "Merry Christmas!"

"What are you doing out here? It's getting cold!"

Shawn smiled briefly at the genuine concern and shrugged, bouncing a little more. "Ah, you know. Just the usual stuff. Walking the streets, following some random psychic leads... I rescued a puppy."

"You did? That's... great, Shawn." She looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was doing here and then remembered how rude that was, given the observation she just made. "Oh, I'm sorry! Do you want to come in?"

"Ah... no." He shook his head. "It's been a long day and I gotta head back to my pop soon, it's just, we had this little disagreement about the eggnog and then I explained to him in a very calm and grown-up voice: Dad? Let us not becloud the merry days of Christmas warmth and gathering with crude and premature disputes!"

Juliet blinked.

Shawn looked at her. "... well, they may not have been the exact terms but in a nutshell? I decided to take a short walk and I was in the neighbourhood, so hey. Here I am." He grinned, waving at her. "Hi."

"I see." She frowned, because she didn't really see. "Hi."

Shawn was just about to open the conversation with an incredibly witty anecdote of his Christmas Lights Hanger times when all of a sudden three short little monsters came running out the door, yelling Auntie Julie, Auntie Juuuulie and stopping dead track at the sight of the stranger outside the house.

They looked.

Shawn looked.

They looked.

Shawn looked and knew he was doomed.

"Who’s that, Auntie Julie!"

"Look, they're under the mistletoe! He must be her boyfriend!"

"Auntie Julie has a boyfriend!"

"Gross!"

"You gotta kiss, Auntie Julie!"

"Gross!"

"Boys, boys!" Juliet started, embarrassed, trying to straighten things out but they were already back on their way inside, loudly proclaiming the singsong of Auntie Jules has a boyfriend.

Shawn had chuckled something about kids and gotta love them and secretly resolved to never have any. At all. Ever.

"I'm sorry about that..." she started, not really knowing where to put her hands. "You were looking for some quiet and..."

"Oh nonono, it's totally alright! Family. Sweet. The big bond of togetherness. Nothing more awesome than that!"

Silence followed and Shawn desperately tried to end it. This was getting out of hand. Moments weren't supposed to be this long or complicated, that's why they were moments, right, as in short. "So, is that a traditional Scottish game as well?"

"Excuse me?"

"The mistletoe."

"Oh. Oh, I, I don't know."

"Well. Neither do I."

You're not sincere he thought but Shawn didn't care about it, Shawn cared a great deal about it, Shawn decided that sincere was a broad term and this was just a Christmas tradition anyway. He was waiting for her to stop, to not lean in, like last time, he couldn't do it but at the same time could and wanted and that was all he needed.

He softly touched her lips, just touching at first, taking in how it felt before kissing her for real. He tried not to think which lead to even more thinking until his mind was buzzing with random trains of thoughts. Her lips were warm and he could feel the slight chill running down his back and whoever invented mistletoes deserved either to be shot or the Nobel prize, he wasn’t completely sure yet.

When he finally pulled back there was another moment that wasn't a moment because it was ridiculously long. They stood there, not looking at each other, secretly counting seconds. Or not.

Finally Shawn cleared his throat. "Yeah, well I. I'll go back to the eggnog then."

"Yes." She nodded. "And I. Uh. Will go inside and clear up this..."

"Misunderstanding."

"Exactly. Misunderstanding. So. Goodnight, Shawn."

"Goodnight detective."

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I already said in IM but going to say again, this was perfect! It was that great balance of awkward and yet that lingering worry that they shouldn't be doing this PLUS he said "I rescued a puppy!" Angel is smiling in my head HEEE!

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How can I pass up a kiss from a psychic?

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"Mr. Spencer..."

"Please, it's Shawn."

"Shawn. I'm sorry, I think you overestimate the chances of sueing a cornflakes company for a missing prize."

"It's not the prize. It's the expectation that is crushed, the souls of thousands of disappointed kids." Shawn pouted, presenting her the empty box he was stubbornly clinging to.

"Listen, just because they forgot to put it in there once..."

"Oh, I've been through this before. That I can live with. This is not the issue here, because there was a prize in there."

Claire looked at him. "Then what am I listening to?"

"The howling of shattered dreams of the youth! They announced there would be special Christmas prizes! I have already worked my way through fifteen boxes and still, even though they printed it right here, they're still the same things that were in there during the last year! They shamelessly use the name of Christmas to lure parents with their wailing children into buying their product and then they stab the children in the heart with the dagger of broken promises! And it hurts!"

"Are we... talking about a personal involvement here?"

"This is for the greater good. Noone should suffer the way I did. There were supposed to be 'Lucky charm mistletoe rings' in there. With real mistletoes!" He paused. "Actually, a lot like the one over your head. Smaller, I guess, but I think you get the idea."

"Above my...?" Claire blinked and looked up. "What the..." Spencer was telling the truth, somebody actually did put a mistletoe up there.

When she looked down again Shawn was already a whole lot closer, a mischievious smile on his lips. "See? Just think about how many people are denied such a great moment because they don't have the special mistletoe ring."

"What kind of argument is that?"

"I don't know. Sounds good to me." He leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. "At least I got my prize."

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OOC: This was great! Thanks :-D

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Tis the season. And I do believe I agreed to a kiss for my kissing experiment... *smiles*

((OOC: You have my full permission to do a short story if you want with Anna. I'm always curious to see how other people write her.))

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"They just called. They found the last piece of evidence." She absently rubbed her forehead. "Finally. What a day."

Shawn couldn't argue with her. The case had been frustrating, devastating even. Even the fake psychic had to admit that he felt a little strained but that might have been because he had just played out a highly strenuous split personality vision. Repeatedly switching between a deranged soprano singer and lumberjack-figured man had really taken a strain on his vocal chords. "Well. We got 'em!"

Anna smirked. "We do. I'm still not sure how I am going to work that rooftop episode into my report, though."

"The spirits demanded it."

"The spirits demanded a handstand?"

"Yes. Sometimes they want sacrifices, like the ancient gods."

She thought about that for a second. "That's creepy. But thank you, Shawn. I'm not sure if we had caught the bastard in time without you."

"But you put it all together." Which wasn't even a lie. Without Gus around it had been incredibly hard to focus, especially with all the weird, medical details and facts. "Besides, don't thank me. Thank the Christmas spirits. They told me it was my obligation to ensure you have a calm mind during the holidays. In return they demand that I spread the love."

Anna quirked an eyebrow at that. "Spread the love?"

"Yes. You ever seen Captain Planet? That kid with the monkey, he had this ring and always yelled "Heart!" and everything started glowing and people were nice to each other."

She laughed, her tired face lighting up a little and Shawn felt better immediately. He had never liked seeing people so drained from work and past worry. "You are going to yell heart at me?"

"Oh no, that would be terribly embarrassing and rude given the fact that you have a slight headache. Also, I don't have the ring." He put one arm behind his back. "I do, however, have this little thing here!" He pulled it back out and over their heads.

Anna blinked in surprise, looking at the small, green thing dangling from his fingers. "Where did you get that?"

Shawn pulled his 'mysterious face'. "The Christmas spirits brought it for us."

She took another good look, the corners of her mouth suddenly twitching. "Is that the one from the entrance hall?"

"Well, I don't know, I didn't ask where they got it from."

Anna looked at his perfectly serious face and broke into a giggle fit. She was about to comment on that when Shawn simply leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to hers, for a moment taking away the strain of a long, frustrating interstate case.

She liked the way he smelled and tasted of sun and beach and pineapple in the middle of December, Christmas just around the corner.

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Ack! This is so cute! And now my brain wants me to write a fic. XD

And this totally would've made her feel warm and fuzzy after a hard case. She tends to shut down. :(

Anna will totally return the favor if Shawn wants. :D

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My brain would definitely love to see your brain's fic. XD

I'm glad I seem to have done her justice. :D

*watches how Shawn sneaks away for return kiss*

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I'll link you if I write it. XD

And I'm totally sorry if Shawn's OOC in Anna's return kiss. :(

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I don't think he is, I loved it! I don't think he can handle rejection very well. :D ~~And I'm a sucker for darker stuff, I admit, but shh. XD~~

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Oh good! I was so worried. I was in a really dark moment when I wrote it (lots of unnecessary personal things to bother you with) and as much as I tried cute it wouldn't work. My writing gets strongly tied into my emotions, which are tied to Anna's emotions so yeah.

~~Oh god, me too. Look at Anna's prompts for god's sake. The raw emotion is just so much easier for me to write, actually~~

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What the heck. I've already been kissed by a wizard, why not a psychic?

(Since you commented on Murphy's post, I thought I'd return the favor.)

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"Convince me."

"What?" For a moment Murphy was to thrown aback by the randomness of the visitor and his first demand after opening the door. A hi she could have handled. This? Took two seconds to work through.

"Convince me," he repeated, not bothering to explain how or why he ended up in Chicago, more precisely at her front door.

"Spencer, what the hell?"

"The Chicago pizza? You praised it." He grinned, playfully, obviously enjoying that he had caught her by surprise.

Murphy shook her head, slowly regaining her composure. "I see. California pizza must really suck if you drive all the way here to get something better."

"Of course we both used it as a pretense, because secretly we were already missing each other before you were gone. So do your best. Convince me! I might get myself a penthouse nearby."

She laughed. "I got work to do, I can't just drive around and show you the different pizza places..."

"That won't be neccessary." He presented two boxes he had kept out of view so far. "I brought them. Didn't try them yet. You have to advertise them for me. Like a tupperware party."

"I'm not having tupperware parties."

"I'm glad."

He smirked, stepping into her personal space and boldly pressed his lips to hers, the scent of real damn good Chicago pizza lingering between them.

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Aw, he came to Chicago, that's cute. I love this.

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You don't have to, I just thought it would be amusing. *sporfle*

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Oh my god, I can't wait to see this one. ;)

Psst. If Jack wants some meta-love. ;)

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"Ow! Ow, ow, ow! HURTS! Jack! Nonono, don't, don't, not the syringe, not the syringe, don't, OW!"

Jack sighed. I don't believe this.

He was used to whiny patients. Annoying patients. Cranky patients even! But Shawn Spencer? He definitely took the cake. What was he saying, the whole pastry shop!

True, the motorcycle accident hadn't been just scratches and bruises but still, Jack couldn't help but admire the never ending energy of this guy. Even after an operation, painkillers, giving a statement to the police, more painkillers and long fights about whether to call his dad this guy still seemed to be unable to simply shut up and rest.

"So when can I go?"

Jack's eyebrows shot up and couldn't suppress the small snort. "Go? You broke your leg, Shawn. 'Going' isn't exactly on your schedule for a while."

Shawn pulled a face at that, pouting like a five-year-old. "It's not that bad."

"You see, if you were any other patient I'd agree to that. But since it's you? Trust me. It is that bad."

"So I have to spend Christmas here?"

Jack paused and blinked. Well, shit. Hadn't considered that before, have you, Dr. Shephard. How to get out of this one now? "Well, uh..."

Shawn just looked at him for a moment, then let his head fall back into the cushion and groaned. "Say no more."

Jack scratched the back of his head. "Do you want me to contact..."

"No. That's alright."

"Shawn, if you're going to spend Christmas here you should..."

"It's alright. I'll call Gus."

It's alright, he'd said and Jack had believed him because that's what Shawn appeared to be, a guy who was just alright. Nothing seemed to throw him off, nothing seemed to stop him from dancing on top of the world. Within two days he was the head comedian of the whole station and his room became the new entertainment stage. At some point the nurses had given up on shooing the other patients outside because somehow Shawn managed to get them back in again and again, like an oversized magnet.

Especially the kids loved to hang around him, all the girls developing puberty crushes and the boys listening to his stories about battling Amazon boas and Canadian grizzlies. Jack was amazed by the way he lit up the kid's hospital holidays while all their friends were outside playing in the snow.

It was the same positive energy that had convinced Jack that it's alright, that it really was alright.

He had stopped asking about Henry the very first day, seeing something guarded and troubled there, something that reminded him too much of his own relationship with his dad and felt that it might be better to leave it untouched. Besides, Shawn had talked to his friend, Guster, who was also a contact in case of emergency. So it was alright.

Which was why, on Christmas Eve, he just wanted to drop by for a short moment and wish him a good night before heading home.

He was just about to reach the door of his room and already heard that Shawn was doing what apparently he was best at - talking. Given the fact that it was getting late he was probably on the phone.

"... oh yeah, Gus, it's awesome! Nothing like European Christmas!"

Jack froze in midstep.

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"New Year? Maybe. Yeah. Hey, love to your folks, alright? And, uh, hey. Can you invite dad over? You did? Awesome, I owe you one. Alright, dude, I'll see you soon. Yeah. Bye."

When he heard the sound of the room's phone being hung up Jack realized that he still stood at the same spot, leaning against the wall, eyes fixed on the schedules on the other side of the hallway without really looking at them.

"When you're done being all stealth out there you can come in!" Shawn's cheerful voice suddenly called.

Jack took a deep breath and stepped inside. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice was strained, thick almost and maybe a little louder than he intended.

Shawn blinked. "Um. Catching you overhearing my phone calls? Which is rude, by the way."

"That's not what I mean! Why did you do that, did you tell your friend you're in Europe?"

"No. I told him European Christmases rule. And they do!"

"Does he know you're in the hospital?"

"I don't think so."

"You said you would call him!"

"Well, yes. If I recall correctly those were my terms. 'I'll call Gus'. Full stop. No more, no less. So what's the dealio?"

Jack could feel a tingling mixture of annoyance and impatience bubbling up. "Someone's supposed to know that..."

"Dude, you got any idea how long it takes from Santa Barbara to get here? He should be with his family. But if he hears about this he'll worry and his conscience will kill him because he can't be there for everybody. I don't want him to run around and play Mr. Morose during the holidays. That's not what Christmas is about."

"So you lie," Jack stated.

"So I keep him from senseless worry. See, Jack, I didn't lie to Gus because I didn't tell him anything. I never claimed to be in Europe."

"That's... you..." He broke off, barely realizing that he had started pacing back and forth. Hell, he didn't even know why he was so angry. It's not like it was any of his business what this guy was doing. Yet somehow... "Someone should be here! With you!"

"Well, you're here."

Jack stopped and looked at Shawn in surprise.

Shawn smiled brightly, waving him closer. "I can see you're angry. But let me tell you something."

Still scowling he approached the other man. "Tell me what?"
"You just totally stepped under mistletoe, Doctor."

Jack blinked, momentarily thrown aback. Which was everything Shawn needed. For someone who suffered from a broken leg, a partially fractured rib and a light concussion he was surprisingly quick. His fingers enclosed around Jack's coat and pulled him down before he pressed his lips against Jack's.

And then Jack freaked out.

"What the-..." He stumbled backwards, eyes wide in shock, arms close to flailing. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Shawn beamed at him. "See? Now you can stop worrying so much. Totally awesome Christmas for me. I mean, I just lived every schoolgirl's dream, I kissed the hot doctor. If this was General Hospital you'd totally fall in love with me now. But since it isn't I guess you better get home now and enjoy your holidays."

Jack stared at him for a long time, incredulous laughter escaping from his lips. "You? Are totally, totally insane."

"Merry Christmas!" Shawn yelled after him, cheerfully waving.

"Insane!" Jack yelled back, still laughing.

Why was it so damn impossible to stay mad at the guy?

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Oh my god, that was too awesome! *dies laughing* You are seriously awesome.

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Thank you. :D It just kept getting longer and longer... But that was SO much fun to write!

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The image of Jack jumping back (ha! I rhymed!) practically flailing with this high-pitched "OMG WTF ARE YOU DOING?!" yell is hilarious.

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Excellent! OMG! Yes! You totally nailed Jack's rigidity, obsession with lying and cracking through the stiffness at just the right point. This was a fun read! *adding to memories*

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Yay, phew!! I'm so glad you like it! I'm a little behind on the Lost-thing, just started watching Season 2.

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Of course I love it! You did a fantastic job, and way to go with the tying in of the daddy issues. It's just so much happy making!

When did you start watching? I hope you finish Season 3 before the new stuff comes out in February. *can't wait*

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Thank you! ^_^

I started watching out of curiosity when we did the alarm clock thingy. It's your fault!! XD

I've heard about LOST before but never came around to see it so I rented the DVDs of Season One... have already seen the first four episodes of Season 2 and up to this point I have a scary, unreasonable and probably very unhealthy love for Locke. O_o

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I take that as a compliment! *big sweeping bow*

I'm glad that your watching it though, it's such a mindblowing series! And I love Locke as well, he's such a great foil to Jack. The science vs faith dynamic is really interesting to me.

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Pyro! John is so not amused with me, but I love Shawn. <3

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(ooc: I know close to nothing about X-men so I really do hope it's not too out of character!)

When the gunshots started he panicked. He jumped behind a shelf and heard dolls, toy soldiers and Lego castles burst under the fire. People around him screamed, dropping their Christmas shopping, storming towards the exit.

It took Shawn a moment to calm down enough to be able to think through the situation. He recalled everything out of the ordinary he had seen so far and then realized they were after him.

But why?!

"If you stay here you'll be a sieve pretty soon," a voice nearby sneered.

Shawn looked up at the guy behind another shelf. He scowled. "Well, thank you, Captain Obvious. I think they already made your action figures but the gunfire smashed it."

"Chill, I'm here to help you. Since it's Christmas and everything."

"Sweet! Who are these guys?"

"Religious fanatics. Determined to clear the Christian holiday of peace and love from mutants. Always gives us hell of a lot of work to do. Alright, you tell me how many, where and what weapons and I'll take care of the rest."

Shawn stared at him.

The guy waited for a moment, impatience slowly finding its way on his face. "Hello? Care to save our asses?"

Shawn still stared. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your articles drew a little too much attention to yourself, pal. You know, all those solved cases, Santa Barbara's most famous psychic and so on. Those guys? A little anti-mutant group that mostly acts around the holidays."

"Anti-what?"

"Mutant."

"I'm not a mutant!"

"Let's recapture that. You're a psychic. Them with guns? Not happy about this. I'm Pyro. Now, enough information exchange? Can we save ourselves?"

Shawn stared.

"Just tell me how many, psychic boy!"

With the gunfire closer Shawn quickly closed his eyes and recaptured the scene. "Two on the left, machine guns, one behind the counter with something weird and flashy that looks like a gun from Mars Attacks, another one behind the shelf next to the window, handgun."

"Took you long enough!"

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Shawn looked around, debris and broken toys all around him. His mind was racing, searching for things to say, for anything to turn this into something funny but he couldn't. Well, maybe Gus' face when he said "Some anti-mutant organisation tried to kill me".

Let alone the guy that...

Shawn closed his eyes and shook his head. He did not do that freaky fire stuff. No way. He tried to will the pictures out of his head although he knew he wouldn't be able to.

"Hey, you still meditating or what? Well, that's fine with me, I'm heading off anyway. You're some police working guy, aren't you?" Shawn opened his eyes. The guy was right in front of him, folding his arms, tilting his head in a cocky way, completely unaffected by the the fact that they had just destroyed a whole toy store. Shawn's heart wept at the thought of all the laser guns and walkie talkie's now destroyed. "You take care of the explanation stuff, alright? I got other things to do."

"Alright." Shawn blinked and shook his head, because alright was something really stupid to say when there were so many unanswered questions left.

"Fine. Keep your head up, psychic boy!"

It was then he spotted the mistletoe.

He didn't know why. Maybe it was all the irritation and confusion and the fact that some crazy people just destroyed a whole store in a freaky attempt to kill him. Or maybe it was the fact that this little thing up there was the only thing still intact in this surrounding of shards and broken stuff.

Shawn's hands enclosed around the guy's collar, pulling him close and kissing him boldly, almost furiously. When he let go he found himself able to grin again. "Takes more than some religious fanatics to crush my Christmas spirit."

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*L* I adored the exchange between these two - so funny! Kudos for the destruction of stuff! <3

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