A/N: OK, I did a songfic about Lizzie missing Gordo, so now how about a songfic about Gordo missing Lizzie? Yeah? Okay, here ya go.

*December 1st
I'm in a foreign state, I'm running late
I'm all alone, wishing I was home with you baby
She's got her way of making things okay when she's not around*

Vacant stares filled the Nashville airport. Tired people wanting to go home, dragging little kids behind them, or standing in mile-long lines waiting for Starbucks coffee. David "Gordo" Gordon was dragging himself down the airport aisles. His plain had just landed, and he needed to hail a taxi so he could find his hotel and get some sleep; he had an important meeting early in the morning. Too bad the meeting had to be held on Christmas Eve, though, since the person holding it was going out of town on Christmas day.

*When she's not around I'm going crazy
We like to talk about the plans we make
And things we say
When we're together I hope for better weather this year*

Gordo waved his arms until a car finally stopped. Throwing his bags into the cab, Gordo got in and shut the door. "The Hilton Hotel on Main Street, please." The hotel room was cold and bare, lacking any character. Gordo flung his suitcase onto the bed and pulled out some pictures. Pictures of him and Lizzie smiling, laughing, opening Christmas presents. In one picture, a particular favorite of Gordo's, they had their arms around each other, beaming at each other. Matt had taken the picture a couple of years ago. Gordo took it with him when he had to go on business trips much like this one. He scattered the pictures around the room, along with old Christmas cards. There, he thought, more comfy.

*But you my dear need to know
This year I want you alone
Ho ho hopefully
This holiday will make us believe that
We're exactly where we're supposed to be*

The next morning, Gordo adjusted his tie and walked into the tall office building. Three hours of sitting at a conference table pretending to be taking notes, but actually doodling on his notebook pages. "Gordon?" His boss asked. Gordo sat up straight, startled.

"Yes, sir?"

"I think you have other places to be, yes?"

Gordo gestured to his papers absentmindedly. "No, sir. I-I'm good right here." The boss's old eyes sparkled.

"Get outta here. Go home." Gordo stared blankly. "Go on! Get!"

"Really?"

"Yes!" Gordo beamed and gathered up his papers.

"Thank you, sir! Merry Christmas, everyone!" He dashed out the door, and took a taxi back to his hotel. He packed up his bags and headed to the airport. He flew on stand-by back home.

LM LM LM LM LM

*And we're ho ho hoping that we all come back
And as a matter of fact I know we're exactly where we're supposed to be
Together by this Christmas tree
We go together like the winter and a sweater
And she makes me feel,
She makes me feel alive inside
And when I look into her eyes*

Lizzie McGuire pulled into her driveway after work. She walked into her empty house. The dog came running down the hallway to greet her, but it wasn't the same as having Gordo there to greet her, too. Lizzie went about her daily chores, tidying up the house a little bit, taking the dog for a walk. When she got home, the lights were on in the house. Lizzie clearly remembered turning those light off. Curiously, she journeyed back into her home. Sitting on the couch as if he had never left, was Gordo. He had the TV on and was flipping through the channels. "Gordo?" Lizzie asked, disbelieving.

"Lizzie?" He stood up, turning to embrace his girlfriend. Lizzie lets happy tears slide down her cheeks.

"What are you doing here? And just in time for Christmas, too."

"I came home to do this," Gordo smiled, getting down on one knee. "I realized that being away from you, especially this time of year, is too hard for me. So, I want to make sure we'll always be together. Will you marry me?" Lizzie simply nodded and watched as Gordo slipped the ring on her long, slender finger.

"Together forever," Lizzie said, beaming. And as snow started to fall onto the dead grass, they ventured out into the backyard. Together.

A/N: OK, so this is the crappiest thing I have ever written in my life. But I wanted to at least get something up for you guys tonight. I know it's past midnight when you're reading this, but it was posted at 11:55 PM Mountain Time…and since that's where I am, this chapter was still technically posted on December 9. Thank you for all the "get well" wishes. I promise tomorrow's chapter will be better.