Title: Twas the Night Before Christmas at Warehouse 13
By: InuGhost2.0
Disclaimer: I own nothing that appears in this.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the bed and breakfast, not a creature was stirring…except Pete who was hiding Myka's necklace.
The agents' stockings were hung by the chimney with care, so anyone breaking and entering would pass out due to a lack of clean air.
Claudia was off tucked away for the night, with her guest from Eureka helping warm her bed once they had killed the lights.
And Artie in his bed was completely out cold, having found inventorying artifacts finally getting old.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Artie sprung from his bed grabbing his Tesla cause he'd never been madder.
Away to the window in a mad dash, seeing who was approaching his poor teeth he did gnash.
When what to his smiling face should appear, but a miniature sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer.
With a familiar old driver known as Saint Nick, and at that moment something in Artie's brain did click.
Gathering his things making ready for a bout, Artie left his room with a loud shout.
"I've had it with that old man! Its high time he let that artifact go, and I put him out on the curb in the can!"
Then in a twinkling Artie heard on the roof, the heavy foot steps of a man in black boots.
Tesla in hand Artie took the steps in a bound, as into the Living room Santa Claus dropped down.
Dressed all in red from his toe to his head, he had mistakenly assumed everyone was in bed.
Slinging presents underneath the tree nice and neat, he took special care when setting down a Myka shaped package addressed specifically for Pete.
Santa's eyes how they did twinkle. While Artie's smile was quite evil yet merry. One look had Santa wondering if Artie been into the Sherry.
With a loud cry Artie punched Santa quite hard; While Pete looked on till he was knocked out by a can of lard.
Hitting the ground the two did tussle and roll, leaving little doubt that Artie's stockings would be stuffed with nothing but coal.
Finally with several swift kicks Santa did break Artie's hold, and as he fled up the chimney his feet he noticed felt cold.
With Santa's boots in his hands Artie out the front door did run, in time to see Santa take off in his sleigh thus saving his poor buns.
And as the sleigh flew off out of sight, Santa turned around and yelled something before disappearing for the night.
"There is no need to worry and fear, I shall return cause round three is next year!"