A/N: So, I've been busy. With school, and All-State choir (Which I didn't make because I was sick. Grrr…) and I haven't updated in forever. I have been feeling very festive and in the holiday spirit, so you guys get a pre-Christmas special! On Thanksgiving! And it happens to be a songfic! And maybe a little OOC, because it's set around Christmas time! So enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the song. Mariah Carey owns it. Rick Riordan owns the Kane Chronicles.
All I Want For Christmas Is You
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Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. The lights; the snow; the presents; and the pure joy and love of those surrounding you. I love it, even though I didn't get Christmas until I arrived at the 21st Nome. Or until Amos became Chief Lector; whichever came first.
The only downside is Carter. I haven't felt this in love since…well; I've never been this in love. He will not get past what I said three years ago, before the battle even started. Did I really hurt him that bad? Apparently, I did. And apparently, Jaz noticed and talked to me about it. Long story short: she ended up being the love guru and helped me out. With a song.
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"Do I really have to, Jaz?"
"Yes, because 1) this is the best Christmas love song in the universe, and 2) because it describes your feelings perfectly."
"But does it have to be Mariah Carey?"
"Another yes. And stop whining, you sound like a toddler."
"Whatever. I will get you for this, Jaz Anderson. Mark my words, I will get you."
"You're such a drama queen."
"I realize this." She rolled her eyes, and sits me down on the most comfortable wooden chair she could find. And it was actually rather comfortable.
"I'll be back. Until then, listen." She leaves and the music starts.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
Which is so true, it's creepy. At this point, I'm beyond caring about anything but him.
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas
Is you
Oh, please. I don't make wishes. Ok, maybe. Fine, I've wasted all of my midnight "wish upon a star" wishes on him. And I do want him, so much more than he knows.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
And I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I find the repeat rather pointless. Though it does give the song a pretty good sound.
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas Day
I really don't, even though Carter and Sadie insist upon everyone hanging stockings, no matter how old. Even Amos has a stocking. And Santa doesn't exist! Oops, sorry Felix.
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
I understand now. It's the chorus.
Oh I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
And I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
Mistletoe. That's how Jaz and Walt realized their feelings for each other. That day was very interesting.
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
We've actually done this a few times. Carter and I will sit on the roof and listen. Once, we heard something just over Manhattan. Those are the times I cherish most.
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do?
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you
Whenever we're together, I can't get his image out of my head for hours. I want him to be mine; I want him to hold me and love me; not just when I need it, but always.
Oh, all the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
It's only Felix now, but I love children. Sometimes, everyone will leave and it'll just be Felix, Carter, and I. We'll play games, watch TV, and laugh until we're sick. The other magicians and trainees just give us weird looks and walk away.
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need?
Won't you please bring my baby to me?
He's already here, so close that I could touch him, but we're still miles apart.
Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas,
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside the door
I really, truly want one person for Christmas: Carter. That's all I'm asking for. So why can't I have him? Why did I have to be so locked up?
Oh, I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is
You
You, baby
All I want for Christmas is You!
As the song fades away, I think about myself and my love life for the first ever, really. I can't answer those questions. I sit in my comfortable wooden chair and think.
The door opens and I look up, expecting Jaz. But instead, I see Carter. Startled, I jump to my feet. He looks at me and our eyes meet, his eyes have the usual thinly veiled look of sadness and heartbreak in them.
"Zia?" he asks. "What are you doing here?"
"Jaz wanted me to think about something I did, so she locked me in here and made me listen to Mariah Carey," I say.
"Jaz told me to come in here," he said.
"Probably to talk to me," I said glumly. "She wants us together, and insists on being the love guru."
"And what do you think?" I see hope flare in his eyes. "Would you be my girlfriend?"
"Of course, Carter," I whisper, but he hears me. He steps towards me and tilts my chin up. His eyes are filled to the top with hope
"Really?" he whispers.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"But you said-"
"Carter, I said that three years ago! Before the war, before I got to know you. It's in the past. Can you focus on now?"
"I guess I can. It's been three years?"
"Carter. That's a little bit sad." We both laugh and suddenly our lips are inches apart.
"You know, Carter," I say. "If you want to kiss me, then just kiss me." He smiles.
"Alright then."
It was the best first kiss ever. I heard Sadie yell for Carter, and then I heard an explosion. We break apart, still smiling.
"We'd better go keep that out," I say.
"Yeah, probably," he says. He offers me a hand, so I take it, humming the tune of my "punishment song" under my breath.
Remember, Carter, I think. All I want for Christmas is you.
A/N: I feel like that took me forever to write. But oh well, because it's done! And seriously, listen to the song. It's the best. So did you love it? Like it? Hate it? Want to kill me it was so bad? Hopefully not the last one. But I don't care, as long as you review. So review, people, review!
