A Christmas Like No Other – A Nicholas Flamel Fanfic
AN: Getting into a Christmas spirit! This is dedicated to willshakespear-immortalbard for reading ALL of my fanfictions for this and Harry Potter, and reviewing! Thank you very much! Merry Christmas, everyone! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the series. Historical facts may not be accurate.
Palamedes hasn't really celebrated Christmas in the past, not since Arthur died. Instead, he would spend Christmas every year shuffling around aimlessly, remembering the feasts at King Arthur's table, the drinking, laughing, and merriment. Christmas, to him, was a time of mourning. But this year wasn't like and other Christmases. This year, he had Will. And he vowed that he was going to make this Christmas memorable.
It was the morning of the twenty third of December, the day before Christmas Eve. Shakespeare woke blearily. Christmas held no joy to him, and hadn't for a very long time. He didn't think Palamedes celebrated the birth of Christ either. Christmas was a time for family. Neither of them have had family for a very long time. Maybe he would make a nicer dinner, he mused. Will could hear Palamedes moving around on the floor below. Slowly, the playwright got up and trudged down the stairs, still in his pajamas. He was never one for mornings.
There was no one in the living room, library, or kitchen. Shakespeare was surprised. There were usually a couple of Gabrielle hounds around, and Palamades was always in the kitchen drinking tea or in the library pouring over manuscripts.
"Palamades? Pally?" he called out, "Gabriel?"
Silence. Will strained his years. He could hear some noises outside: voices, thumps, and creaks. Was something wrong? Shakespeare's aura glowed around him, and a yellow sphere of energy gathered in his palm. The fresh scent of lemons filled the air. Making his way silently to the door, he threw it opened, prepared to hurl the orb at approaching enemies. He stopped abruptly, aura winking out of existence.
The Torc Madra were all standing on ladders, hanging up strings of lights on the walls and roofs made up of cars. Palamades and Gabriel were marching toward him, with a large pine tree on their shoulders and grins as big as the tree itself. It was seldom that words failed the immortal bard, but this was one of the rare occasions.
"Palamades, what-"
The Saracen Knight grinned even wider. "Christmas decorations, my friend. Care to help?"
Shakespeare stared for a moment longer, then rubbed his hands together gleefully.
For the rest of the day, the decoration progressed in earnest. Palamades stood the tree in the living room and went out to buy ornaments, wreaths, and more lights. Gabrielle and his hounds hung up the lights in thick bundles, adjusted decorations, and polished everything so that it looked new and shiny, even the cars. Shakespeare used his magic to create icicles that hung from the bottom of cars and ice angels that looked out from the battlements. It was the most fun anyone could remember having in a long time.
The sky has long since darkened when Shakespeare carefully placed the last ornament on the tree. He and Palamades stepped back to admire their handiwork. Will couldn't help but ask.
"Why?"
"Ever heard the saying 'Christmas is a time for family'?" Palamades asked. Will nodded.
"You are my family," the knight said simply.
So how was it? Please review! Once again, merry Christmas!