This is a short fic for Christmas fic I wrote in about half an hour. Forgive me if it's utter crap, because I didn't know what I was thinking. Kudos if you can figure out where I got the idea from. Hint, hint: TV

The figure stole silently through the night, hoping no one would see him. A grim expression was on his face as he ran. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he admonished himself. "I can't believe I was gone for a month." Now he was wondering about the people he loved.

He paused briefly to glance at the time. "3:46 am," he muttered. "I better move – it's Christmas Day already."

As he ran, he spotted a department store that was still open. Stopping, he peered at it and went in. He pulled out his wallet and checked how much Zenny he had left. 9,000. Hopefully enough to buy something for his family.

He was lucky. He found everything he needed, got the clerk to wrap it up in boxes, and left. "Merry Christmas!" he shouted to the clerk, refusing to accept the change. The clerk smiled after him.

"Finally!" he gasped, quietly unlocking the door to his home. He checked the time again. 5:51 am. He noticed that the Christmas tree didn't look as cheery as it did every year. The normally colorful lights and ornaments were replaced by two or three single lights and perhaps seven ornaments. He winced, realizing how much pain they had felt at his kidnapping.

Sighing, he began to arrange the presents around the tree. Suddenly, he accidentally hit one of the few heavy ornaments his family had, which fell of and hit his foot. He gave an involuntary yelp.

After ten minutes, he was finished.

Roll sat up in bed. Had she heard something? It had sounded like a yelp. She hoped a thief or a Wily bot had not broken in. Putting on her fluffy yellow slippers, she crept outside her room and stood outside the door, thinking.

"Once I see the intruder, I'll get Blues," she whispered to herself. Quietly as a mouse, Roll tiptoed to the stairs and stood at the edge, where she could see the now-decorated Christmas tree – and the figure beside it. Her jaw dropped.

"Onii-san!" she nearly exclaimed, dashing down the stairs to where the figure was.

The figure looked up. "Roll-chan!" he gasped, scooping her up and swinging her around. Finally, he set her down. "I want to surprise everyone, so don't wake anyone up!"

"Onii-san, what happened? Papa, Blues, and I have been worried sick!" Roll sobbed, hugging her older brother around the waist.

Rock smiled at her. "Wily kidnapped me, remember? I managed to get away last night, and I took a little detour to make that tree have more presents. For you, Papa, and Blues."

Roll's eyes shone as a few tears strayed down her cheeks. "I didn't need anything else! I'm just glad you are home, onii-san." Suddenly, she remembered where Rock had been. "You must be famished! I'll start making the Christmas pancakes right now!"

"You sure now how to make me happy, don't you, Roll-chan?" The two siblings went into the kitchen, holding hands.

Blues cracked an eyelid. Were those Roll's pancakes he smelled? He immediately grabbed his sunglasses and put them on, lest an unwanted visitor came in and saw his eyes. Blues was very picky about that.

When he walked outside his room, he saw that Dr. Light was also coming outside. "Hey Dad, did you smell those pancakes?"

"Yes I did," Dr. Light responded to his oldest son. "I wonder why she's making them so early this year?"

The two went downstairs and into the room where the Christmas tree was. Blues frowned. "Dad, who put these lights on? It can't have been Roll, she has no idea how to do it."

"Later," Dr. Light said. "Let's go into the kitchen." The two went in – froze. Finally, Blues broke the silence.

"Otouto-kun?" he whispered. Rock grinned.

"Onii-san!!!! Papa!!!" Rock yelled, running towards them. Blues hugged him tightly while Dr. Light sobbed.

"You're back, Rock, you're back," Blues said in between his tears of happiness. Blues let go of Rock so that Dr. Light could hug him.

"I missed you all," Rock whispered. "I'm glad to be back..."

Roll placed the first batch of pancakes on a plate. "This is the best Christmas gift we ever got..." she said. And everyone silently agreed with her

Sigh... this is so incredibly corny! I don't really like it at all, but I felt like making a Christmassy fic. I've never made one before, so this is my best attempt.