A/N: Merry Christmas, or whatever wishes apply to what you celebrate, dear readers. I knew I wanted to write something for you today and this is what it turned out to be. It just came out like that without me thinking about it.
The Losers sat in complete silence. The rain was battering down on the roof of the tin shack they were taking shelter in.
It was Christmas morning.
They hadn't been anywhere close to a point of communication in two weeks, and were most likely considered missing.
Pooch was looking at a photo of his family. He was missing his son's first Christmas. He knew he wouldn't be there physically, but he and Jolene had hoped to have a video call at least.
Jensen, well he was staring through a crack in the wall. They had all expected him to also pull out a photo and to chatter their ears off about what presents he had bought for his sister and niece before leaving, and giving them a detailed walkthrough of what he thought the girls would look like as they opened them that morning. But the tech had gone eerily quiet.
Three hours later and Jensen wasn't getting any better. Clay decided it was time.
He got up and sat by the blond. He handed him the first thing he could get his hands on, a rock.
Jensen frowned.
"What's that for?" he asked weakly.
"That is your Christmas present. From your sister."
Jensen threw the rock away. "You're an ass and you're not funny."
Clay calmly went to pick it up and brought it back.
"I'm serious. Your sister and I had a very serious talk before we were sent out. She made it clear what protocol I should follow if something like this were to happen, if you were to miss them both so much that you start to lose yourself. I was to offer you something, any little thing, as a present on her behalf. You know why?"
Jensen shrugged uncomfortably.
"For the same reason Pooch says goodnight to the moon every night. Because loved ones no matter how far they are physically, in other ways they are always as close as you need them to be. And on Christmas morning you need them both as close as this rock is right now."
A single tear rolled down the tech's cheek and he took the rock from Clay's hand.
"Merry Christmas, lovely girls," he whispered to the rock.
A/N: I know, it turned out to be cheesy and a little sad, not quite the mood I was aiming for. But as I said this is just what came out, and letting things come out it what works best lately