AN: there's more to come. I dont own anything, unfornunately.
There's a bet going on for how long it will take me and Mac to get together. There's one for Danny and Lindsay too. Both, of course, were initiated by Flack. There was one on how quickly Mac and Peyton will break up. Danny won that one. They all think I don't know this. Mac doesn't. The most popular date is the Christmas Party. I don't know why they've got their hearts set on that evening. Maybe it's something about the spirit of Christmas.
He's my date for that night. Has been since 2001. Since Claire. Even when Frankie was in my life, Mac went with me. There's just something so uncomplicated about it. We dress up and have a good time. Afterwards we go to someone's apartment (usually mine), open a bottle of wine and order Chinese. We usually talk. For a long long time, and when there's nothing more to say, we watch a movie. But we fall asleep before the opening credits finish.
In the morning, we wake up stiff from the couch and Mac makes breakfast. By mid-day, if we don't get called to a scene by then, he's on his way home.
We never mention that that night's sleep on the couch is the best we've gotten all year, or that, somehow, my head always slips onto his chest and his arm wraps tightly around my waist. Maybe it's the Christmas spirit, but on Christmas, Mac and I always find each other.