Merry Christmas

By rockofmarduk

Summery: Just a sort little Christmas fic of my favorite, yet rarely talked about couple, Morgan Lansdale + Clive R O'Brian. Enjoy!

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General Morgan Lansdale had just left the FBC building and was heading to his car that was parked just down the street. It was Christmas Eve and all of his employ's had gone home early to celebrate the holiday season.

All with the exception of Morgan Lansdale.

Morgan saw no real point to the holiday. To him it was just an excuse to go out, get drunk and waste your money on crap that you'll probably only use once in your entire life. The only good thing about it was he would be able to get some extra work done without the constant noise that his employ's made when they were around.

The snow fell gently from the sky as Morgan pushed his way through the holiday crowd who were still shopping to get that last minute Christmas item on their list.

"How utterly foolish." Morgan muttered under his breath as he made his way to his car. And just as he was about to unlock his door...

"Hey Morgan!"

At the shout of his own name Lansdale turned around and groaned when he saw who it was.

Director Clive R O'Brian, head of the BSAA, was making his way through the crowd, dressed in his usual scruffy attire, carrying a Christmas bag in his hand. Morgan sighed as O'Brian approached. It wasn't that he hated the man, but he did find his presence to be annoying sometimes. He was far too friendly with his own employ's and too much of a humanitarian to be a leader of the BSAA.

"Hey Morgan, I'm glad I caught up to you before you left." O'Brian grinned as he opened his bag and reached inside. "I've got something for you."

Morgan rolled his eyes. "Director O'Brian, whatever it is I'm sure it can wait until morn..."

"Here it is!" O'Brian interrupted him as he threw something over a startled Morgan Lansdale's head and started to wrap it around his neck. It took Morgan a moment to realize that it was a bright red scarf he was putting on him.

"O'Brian, what is..."

"It's a scarf Morgan. I didn't want you to catch a cold so I got this to ...you know, help keep you warm over the holidays."

O'Brian felt a little embarrassed at forcing his gift on Lansdale and his face reflected it as his cheeks start to turn red as did Morgan's, only it was at the kindness of O'Brian's jester. No one had ever given Morgan a gift unless it was an attempt to get money or a favor from him.

Morgan gentle touched the scarf with his hand and looked O'Brian who was eagerly waiting for a response.

"O'Brian..I really don't know what to say, except thank you."

"Well your welcome." O'Brian said shyly before to decided to take a chance and reached up and place a gentle kiss on Morgan's red cheek. "Merry Christmas Morgan."

Morgan looked stunned for a moment before a soft smile, one that he had never shown anyone else before, spread across his face. "Merry Christmas Clive."

Perhaps Christmas wasn't as bad as he thought it was.

Fin