Author: Becca
Title: Christmas Shopping
Spoilers: Season Three in general
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Please don't sue me!
Authors note: I apologize for any grammatical errors. They are completely mine (I didn't have this piece betaed mostly because I'm lazy!) In my opinion, Eric Weiss gets way too little time on the show, so I figured why not. This was written for Improv #6.
Improv #6 words: presents, angels, reindeer, ornaments, mistletoe
He didn't know what he was doing. She wasn't a relative of his. She wasn't his wife, fiancé or even his girlfriend, but there he was in the middle of an impersonal department store browsing through isle after isle of Christmas tree ornaments. She had promised to come over after work and help him decorate his Christmas tree. He figured that she was doing it mostly because she was lonely, and it was the season of giving. She was so sad all of the time now. Ever since he'd come back it had only gotten worse. Maybe Michael should have stayed as a French teacher and forgotten all about the CIA. That would have been better for her. Then, she might have been able to move on, find her new niche. She needed to have a purpose because in reality she was floundering. There was really nothing that she could do. He knew how it felt to have everything ripped away from you in a millisecond. Hell, he'd been shot in the neck. He probably understood the feeling of hopelessness better than she ever would. But still there he was in that store looking for the present of all presents for her. Then, as if by magic it appeared in front of him. Amidst the reindeer and skiing Santas it glistened brightly leaving him feeling warm in the overly airconditioned building. He'd have thought that with it being December the managers of the store would have turned on the heat, but it appeared that stroke of genius had been ignored. The ornament was perfection itself. Three angles clad in robes of sparkling white stood in a semi-circle. Each ones wings made of the finest glass touched the one beside it. Their hands were all placed peacefully together as if in prayer. He picked it up off the shelf and realized it was the last one of its kind, a kind work of Fate. Hopefully this gift would express without words how special she truly was. Perhaps she would finally understand just how important she was to him, and maybe, if he was very very lucky, she might take advantage of the mistletoe he'd hung in his doorway!
Title: Christmas Shopping
Spoilers: Season Three in general
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Please don't sue me!
Authors note: I apologize for any grammatical errors. They are completely mine (I didn't have this piece betaed mostly because I'm lazy!) In my opinion, Eric Weiss gets way too little time on the show, so I figured why not. This was written for Improv #6.
Improv #6 words: presents, angels, reindeer, ornaments, mistletoe
He didn't know what he was doing. She wasn't a relative of his. She wasn't his wife, fiancé or even his girlfriend, but there he was in the middle of an impersonal department store browsing through isle after isle of Christmas tree ornaments. She had promised to come over after work and help him decorate his Christmas tree. He figured that she was doing it mostly because she was lonely, and it was the season of giving. She was so sad all of the time now. Ever since he'd come back it had only gotten worse. Maybe Michael should have stayed as a French teacher and forgotten all about the CIA. That would have been better for her. Then, she might have been able to move on, find her new niche. She needed to have a purpose because in reality she was floundering. There was really nothing that she could do. He knew how it felt to have everything ripped away from you in a millisecond. Hell, he'd been shot in the neck. He probably understood the feeling of hopelessness better than she ever would. But still there he was in that store looking for the present of all presents for her. Then, as if by magic it appeared in front of him. Amidst the reindeer and skiing Santas it glistened brightly leaving him feeling warm in the overly airconditioned building. He'd have thought that with it being December the managers of the store would have turned on the heat, but it appeared that stroke of genius had been ignored. The ornament was perfection itself. Three angles clad in robes of sparkling white stood in a semi-circle. Each ones wings made of the finest glass touched the one beside it. Their hands were all placed peacefully together as if in prayer. He picked it up off the shelf and realized it was the last one of its kind, a kind work of Fate. Hopefully this gift would express without words how special she truly was. Perhaps she would finally understand just how important she was to him, and maybe, if he was very very lucky, she might take advantage of the mistletoe he'd hung in his doorway!
