WOW. as if i just wrote the first (long) chapter of my much-planned Flashpoint Christmas fic the same night i started it. If anyone remembers, last year's "funny" Christmas story turned out to be a total mess of randomness, i had fun writing it. This is something TOTALLY different. I wanted to write it last year, but i ran outta time...
So basically it's a songfic to "Christmas Shoes for Mama" by Bob Carlisle, with an SRU twist! it doesnt directly follow the lyrics, but itll all come together.... :)
i don't own the song which will be featured later, the SRU, the Eaton Center, or Ugg boots (although i do have 1 pair, i dont own the company. if i did, i could probably buy rights to Flashpoint. if only. :)
so this is the first chapter of probably 3, enjoy!
It was almost Christmas time and his clothes were worn and old Sir I wanna buy these shoes, for my momma please
there I stood in another line
tryin' to buy that last gift or two
Not really in the christmas mood
standing right in front of me
was a little boy waiting anxiously
pacing around like little boys do
and in his hand he held
a pair of shoes
he was dirty from head to toe
and when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say
it's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
could you hurry sir?
daddy says there's not much time
you see she's been sick for quite a while
and I know these shoes will make her smile
and I want her to look beautiful
if momma meets Jesus tonight...
In December, Toronto's Eaton Center is alive. Everyone wants to put a price on something for that special someone, in hopes of creating a feeling that's priceless. In December, the world looks to the sky and anticipates something all of humanity can believe in, a reason to hope that the world still has happiness left in it. In December, the city smiles. The lights smile, the tv smiles, the store owners smile, and the churchgoers smile. It's Christmas. With all its passionate insanity, laced with love and tinsel, Christmas had taken Toronto by force.
But on December 23rd, in the most luxurious shoe store in the E.C., 14 year old Cody Mayne wasn't smiling. He laughed bitterly at the Abercrombie-wearing-Blackberry-texting chicas in the same asile as him as they made a life-changing decision. (Silver or gold Guess stilettos to wear to the next party?) But he didn't smile. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled genuinely. Why bother smiling. It wouldn't get his family out of the poorest neighborhood in town, it wouldn't give him a reason to stop carrying a gun in his bag for self-defence, and it wouldn't save his mother's life. She was fucking dying, and probably wouldn't last into the new year. Smiling wouldn't fix anything, so he simply did not waste the energy.
He began to move towards the exit, but a soft golden spot caught his eye. On a table marked New Arrivals, there was an array of Ugg boots. He wouldn't normally have looked at them, stupid overpriced slippers that no rich girl could live without. But the classy tall pale gold pair in the center caught his eye, and held his gaze. He carefully touched the baby-soft fabric, and ran his hands down the real wool lining. Under the shelf was a pile of boxes, plenty of size 8's, just right for Kari Mayne. The perfect boot to warm the feet of a dying woman in a house whose heating system no longer worked...
Desperately, he turned over the price tag, praying in vain for a small figure. 300 He tried not to feel disappointed, he should have known better than to get his hopes up. In fact, he didn't know what the hell he was doing in this store. He'd set out looking for something nice for his mom, to take away her pain for a little while, and maybe give her a reason to smile. But he was yet to find a pair of shoes under 100$. In his pocket, there was a dirty 20$ bill he'd been saving for who knows how long, and his ancient piece-of-shit cell phone with almost no money on it. As he stalked irritably out of the store, he received a call on said cell phone. He flicked it open, noticing the hinge was on the verge of breaking. So much for that.
"Yeah." he answered, the tough weariness of an almost-street kid etched into his voice.
"Cody, the test results came back today." came the tearful voice of his 10 year old sister Kaity. She was the sweetest, most beautiful little girl Cody had even met, she deserved to live in a mansion, not the Godforsaken shack she was forced to call home.
"What's the deal." he asked, his voice not betraying the fear that welled up in his throat.
"The tumor's inoperable " she whimpered, her voice clearly breaking.
"Ok." he replied numbly. There was nothing else he could say. How stupid he'd been to expect a miracle...
On the other end, Kaity sobbed something indecipherable.
"I'm coming home now. I'll see you soon. Love you." he concluded mechanically, snapping the phone shut.
He half-ran out of the store, sure he was about to throw up.
Instead, he turned and ran back in. Ripped the box of size 8 gold Uggs out of the pile, bolted out of the store, and ran for his life.
Instantly, the alarm screamed, but he was already on the elevator. Now the security guards were screaming. Still running, he dipped his hand into his backpack, withdrew his "self-protection device" and fired a few bullets behind him. In one second, chaos transformed the bubbly atmosphere into a house of panic. Hell-bent, determined, and dangerous, the 14 year old boy ran until he was cornered.
A line of security guards, all with handguns drawn and aimed at his head surrounded him. Shaking in terror, Cody stepped backwards until his back was against the wall. He could drop the boots and find out what the inside of jail looked like...
Or he could get the fuck out of here, and give his mom a present she deserved.
The feeling of his finger around the trigger steeled his nerves.
"Let me out of here, and no one gets hurt " he croaked. Angry at the weakness he heard in his own voice, he pointed the gun skyward and fired. The guards took a step back. It was all he needed. 14 year old Cody Mayne advanced, gun still raised
"I said, let me out of here and nobody gets hurt " he roared.
"SRU Team 1 is on the way." one security guard muttered under his breath.
"Thank God. I don't want to be the one who shoots this kid." a second guard replied.
Cody didn't hear any of that. All he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears, and mother's voice in his head, thanking him for the beautiful Christmas shoes.
So i was pretty disappointed i couldn't fit T1 into chap 1, but next chap will focus on them. This chap was basically to introduce my OC Cody and his situation. I dont really like OC's, but i kinda had to make one to make this fic work...lol.
Youu know what to do, press that nice green Christmassy button! i appreciate it more every time :)
ps, if you happen to be in the Flashpoint Facebook group, CHECK OUT THE CAPTION CONTEST! i came up with the idea and developed it along with some amazing friends. even if you dont enter, feel free to read the captions!! Damn theyre funny!!
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*Roxxy,
How do you stay so fresh?
I think cool thoughts.
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