The Real Fat Dude With The Beard
Characters/Pairings: [little] Noah, Monty, Simon, Peter/Gabriel
Author's Note: I'm sure you've all heard that song. This is sort of seasonal, you know? For some reason, Noah doesn't know much about Santa Claus. Was this an attempt at humour? Most likely.
Disclaimer: I don't own that song. I don't own Heroes.
"I am telling you," Noah told his cousins, Simon and Monty, eyes wide. "I saw Papa kissing..." He gulped, and lowered his voice. "...him."
Simon looked sceptical. "Who?"
Noah didn't seem very pleased at having to explain himself. "You know!" he said, his voice rising. "The fat dude, with the beard! The one that comes down the chimney and eats the milk and cookies Papa and Daddy put out especially for me! Him!"
Monty looked at his brother. "You mean, Santa Claus?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes!" Noah exclaimed, his skinny frame shaking from unconcealed excitement. "Papa was kissing him, right there in the middle of the living room!" His brown eyes widened. "Should I tell Daddy?"
Simon tried to conceal a smirk. Monty hit him, showing that his elder brother was terrible at concealing anything. "I think Uncle Gabriel already knows," Simon said, rubbing his arm and glaring at his little brother.
"How?" Noah exclaimed. He looked as though he was about to cry. "I've only told you two."
"Um," Simon said, giving his little brother a pleading look.
Monty sighed and placed a hand on Noah's shoulder. "Because that man you saw Uncle Peter kissing," he took a deep breath, "that was Uncle Gabriel."
Noah stood very still, seemingly frozen. His mouth opened once, and closed moments later. His body slowly relaxed. He gazed up at his cousins, eyes shining. "You mean, my Daddy is Santa Claus?"
Simon and Monty looked at each other. "Yeah, sure," Simon said, giving a small shrug.
Hours later Noah's dreams of blackmailing his Daddy into buying him all the chocolate he wanted shattered as Gabriel and Peter explained that yes, Papa had been kissing Daddy, who, yes, had looked like the "fat dude with the beard." But no, he wasn't the real "fat dude with the beard."
Noah, seeing his chocolate dreams disappearing down the drain, burst into tears and ran to his room.
When he woke the next morning, eyes shining, full of tales about visiting a cold place and petting deer-things with the real fat dude with the beard, Peter merely glanced at Gabriel and shook his head. Gabriel, who had had many years to perfect the art of not looking guilty, sat there looking completely and utterly innocent. Peter was not fooled.
Merry Christmas, baby!
Ooh, look, something shiny!
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