Disclaimer:

I claim no ownership of anything in the following story. It all belongs to Fox, so don't sue me.

Author note: I wanted to write a Christmas story fro T:SCC, but unfortunately I on;y came up with the idea a couple days ago, so I don't knw if I'll get it finished by xmas. LOL.

-~= C'mon, It's Christmas ! =~-

Chapter 1

"John!" Sarah called to her son.

"What?" he yelled back, kicking his way through the snow. He was regretting making the move to Chicago already. It was probably 70 degrees in LA right now.

"Remember to keep at least 3 feet between the garbage and recycle cans!" She bellowed from the doorstep.

John dragged the wheeled can behind him and thought, or what? The garbage police will arrest us? "Yeah, yeah! I know! Quit nagging!" What was the point of recycling anyway? A lot of good saving a few trees would do when they were all about to be burnt up in a nuclear fire in a few years.

John angrily shoved the can up against the 4 foot high snowbank at the end of the driveway. Suddenly, he noticed his shadows getting really strange, and moving rapidly. He whipped his head around and saw a car skidding at a dangerous angle... heading right for him!

"Oh sh-!" he yelped as he dove out of the way.

Narrowly missing him be mere inches, the car smashed into the garbage can and slammed into the snowbank, covering John in a tidal-wave of snow and trash.

"Mmmpphh," he groaned, the top half of his body buried in snow and his feet sticking straight out in the air.

Melissa Dayton was knocked a little silly when the airbag in her 1999 Toyota Carolla went off in her face. It's not like in the movies, where a big puffy balloon inflates and you land softly in it during a crash. It's more like your older sister hitting you in the face as hard as she can with a big, heavy couch-cushion. She made a mental note to wear her seatbelt from now on.

Melissa pushed open the car door and stumbled out. Her knee hurt like hell from when it nailed the underside of the dash. She couldn't have been going more than 20 miles per hour when she nailed the snowbank. It made her wonder what it would be like to actually hit another car on the highway or something. Yeah, she would definitely be buckling up from now on. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

By the time she made it around to the front of the car to inspect the damages, two other people had come out of the house to help the boy she'd almost hit out of the snowbank. He seemed to be alright... he wasn't limping or anything.

She turned her attention to her car. The front end was embedded into the snow, but she could still tell the hood was crumpled some. "Oh no! My mom is gonna KILL me!" she cried.

"Not if I do it first," said a very calm, girl's voice.

She turned around, only to see a girl about her age standing there in her pajamas. The girl's hand went to her throat and suddenly she couldn't breath. "Ack... gggck... pphchgk..." This girl is nuts! And strong as hell!

"Cameron!" the boy called out. "Let her go!"

A second later, Melissa could continue breathing, but her neck still hurt. Her eyes were spilling out tears, which froze to her cheeks. She finally realized what she'd almost done. She dropped to the ground and cried into her hands. "I'm so sorry! I almost killed him!" she sobbed.

John knelt down beside her and put his arm on her shoulder. "Hey, now. It's okay. Nobody got hurt. My, uh, sister is just a little overbearing sometimes."

Melissa looked up from her hands and finally saw close up the boy she almost ran over. My god he's cute! She sniffled and wiped her nose; it felt runnier than it normally would even being out in the cold and crying. Then she noticed that her black leather glove was shiny and wet looking. She pulled off her glove and wiped her finger across her nose again, which put a bright read streak across her finger. Ohmigod! Blood!

She couldn't stand the sight of blood. She wanted to scream, but suddenly felt light headed. Even though she was sitting down, she lost her balance and tipped over. Her vision began to fade out, and she overheard the boy say, "Crap. She fainted. Mom, help me carry her inside so she doesn't freeze to death out here."

Her head rolled back and forth as she felt one pair of hands grab her feet, and another pair grab her wrists.

The last thing Melissa heard before she passed out was the boy giving his sister orders. "Cameron! Pull her car out the snowbank and push it into the driveway so it's not blocking the street. See if you can straighten out her hood too."

Authors note: that's all for now. more to come soon!