TW: Death

I'm too good at writing depressing fanfictions

DISCLAIMER!: I don't own anything you recognise. If I did, Niff would be canon and The Warblers would be more in focus.

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Jeff once again wiped the tears from his eyes as he walked down the hall. The other students exchanging gifts and cards, the amount of Christmas decorations. It was all too upsetting for him. He couldn't accept or give gifts and cards. It seemed silly to celebrate. He hated Christmas now. Three Christmas days had passed since it happened. Since he lost his father. He father was in Afghanistan, an army doctor. Jeff thought his father would be safe, since he was far enough behind the frontline, at an army hospital base. But, his father had to make a dangerous venture in the early hours of Christmas morning, he had to go and help treat a roadside injury. A sniper got him, the wounded soldier and the other doctor with him.

"Hey, Jeff." Nick called, running over to him, frowning when he saw the tears. "Jeffie, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing. C-can you just leave me alone?" Jeff stuttered, trying to keep from crying.

"No, Jeff. There is something wrong. I want to know. Please tell me?" Nick pleaded.

"J-just don't worry." Jeff whispered, before turning and running to their dorm as he saw the wrapped gift in Nick's hands. He curled up on his bed and took the old, worn bear that his dad gave him for his first Christmas into his arms as he cried heavily.

Nick followed Jeff up to their room, concerned for his boyfriend. In the 7 months they had known each other, since Jeff had transferred to Dalton in the beginning of May as a freshman, Nick being a sophomore, he had never seen Jeff get this upset. "Jeffie, what's wrong?" He murmured as he sat on the edge of the younger boys bed, smoothing his hair a little.

"I don't like Christmas." Jeff mumbled into his bear.

"What?" Nick said in disbelief. "Everyone likes Christmas. It's a time of hope and love and laughter and happiness..."

"It's not for me." Jeff said softly. "H-he died on Christmas day."

"Who died?" Nick frowned, pulling Jeff into a tight hug.

"D-daddy. M-my daddy did." Jeff sobbed into Nick's warm embrace.

"Oh, Jeff. I'm so sorry." Nick comforted. "I never knew. I understand why you dislike Christmas now. No one could like Christmas after something like that happening. Can I ask how he died?"

"He was in the army." Jeff said. "A doctor in Afghanistan. He was far enough behind the line for us to believe he was safe. But early Christmas morning, he had to go out and treat a wounded soldier at the roadside. A sniper got him, the wounded soldier and the other doctor. Dad died at the scene, a bullet through his forehead. The wounded soldier died on the operating table later that morning and the other doctor survived, the bullet went through his leg, which had to be amputated, but he's still alive and well."

Nick hugged Jeff even tighter. "Your dad is a hero. I feel so bad for you right now, but there is something I have to tell you..." He said, quickly wiping his eyes.

"What?" Jeff said sadly.

"My dad was under a similar circumstance to that. Early Christmas morning. Had to treat a wounded soldier at the roadside. Got caught in a sniper attack. The other doctor died at the scene, with a bullet to his forehead, the wounded soldier died on the operating table. Dad survived, losing a leg and coming home. He forever talks about his best friend out there, the doctor that died. Major R. A. Sterling." Nick said. "My dad was Major C. J. Duval."

Jeff's eyes widened quickly. "Your dad was with mine when he died?"

"Yes. And his last words were 'Tell Jeff that I love him.' My dad would love to meet you." Nick said, holding Jeff to his chest.

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