Notes:

Disclaimer: all characters belong just and only to Marvel, I gain no money writing that. This time I'm even crazier (Kevin, please, forgive me, if you can… but I apologize to all characters, more or less).

Chapter I: AKA Little Black Riding Hood and the Bad Wolf

"It's madness!" Patricia roars.
"Couldn't you be just a bit more supportive?" Jessica rolls her eyes at the roof, as she fiddles with the zipper of her commando boot, sprawled on her sofa.

Trish can't relax her same way, quite the contrary, she walks back and forward, in the few space that narrow corridor allows.

"You're right, I've always supported you, in everything you do, why should it be different this time?" She smiles at her sister, in a reassuring way. "Because it's an exorbitant, unjustified, reckless madness!" She snaps, with all the reproaching tone she can munster.

Tired of all that walking, she lets herself fall on a chair, nearby.

"It's almost as if Little Red Riding Hood … no, wait, Black, considering your colours, lost her mind, going willingly to the Bad Wolf to let him devour her!" Patricia adds, after some minutes of silence.
"It's a Bad Wolf who keep saying he quit the habit," Jessica strikes back, getting up to reach her best friend. "I have to figure out how far he can go. His charade at the shopping centre didn't fully convince me. I must find out if it's all an act… or if he's really trying to prove me something. I already know what I have to do." The detective informs her, as stubborn as ever.
"Are you going to spend the whole Christmas Day with him, are you?" Her sister repeats, still unbelieving.

"Yep. Killgrave himself gave me this idea… and he also already let me know about his new address." The brunette announces.
"It's not a good reason to go there!"
"It's a fucking good reason. I know what I'm doing. I have a plan, A good plan, much better than when I wanted to be a prisoner in that maximum security prison."
"Anything would be better than that plan!" Trish grumbles.

"Are you admitting that this one is a good plan?" Jessica pleads the cause, persistent as and even worse than a door-to-door salesman. "Oh, c'mon, Trish, nothing bad is going to happen, I know how to defend!"

"I just know that nothing is going to make you change your mind, so… if you really want to take that leap in the dark… at least do it with a parachute." Patricia enigmatically answers.

She picks her bag, where she draws out a sort of silver torch, with two odds extremities.

"A taser?" Jessica figures out, not very enthusiastically
"Oh, no please, don't reduce it to only this. It's so much more than a simple taser. Hit Killgrave with this and he's going to sleep until 2020! Not to mention that it's extremely painful." she explains, handing that powerful weapon to her. "Wil gave it to me, in case some Killgraved people attacked me." She explains.
"Okay, if it makes you feel more comfortable, I'll take your little toy with me!" Jessica accepts her offer.
"It's supposed to make you feel more comfortable!" The blonde strikes back.

"Is it your way to give the green light?" The brunette investigates.
"Do I have any other alternative'" Trish gives in.
"Nope, you just have to trust me. And help me with the purchases, too… and maybe also to bring all the stuff to Killgrave's house."

"What stuff? What purchases are you talking about? Jess, what are you planning?" The speaker frowns.
"Oh, you'll see. But we'll think about that tomorrow. We still have two days to do everything." Her friend explains.
"You're right, I guess I should go sleep. It's 1:00 a.m." Trish grabs her stuff, wearing her coat.
"I didn't ask you to rush to my house and ask me how the meeting with Killgrave was." Jessica points out.
"Sorry, I was too curious to wait for next morning." Her friend chuckles.
"Anyway, Trish, I'm going to involve you in a particular phase of my plan." Jessica informs her, walking he to the door.
"Alright! You know I'm always up for some thrilling action!" The blonde grins.
"Uhmm yeah.. action." The brunette repeats, with a hint of mystery.

-

"Out of the bed, Kevin! And smile, it's Christmas!" Jessica yells, at the top of her lungs, once she found his bedroom.

After all, it was a piece of cake for her to pick the lock of the security door and temporarily get rid of Killgrave's whole entourage so now she can walk around that bedroom undisturbed.

Beyond the king size bed, there are two big cupboards, probably plenty of all his oh-so-elegant suits. There's a mahogany desk close to the window and there's an armchair with a perfectly ironed and folded shirt and next to it there's a dark blue cashmere jumper.

- Few, essential things … placed in a maniacal order. This is totally Kevin. I'm just surprised that there's nothing purple around here… probably he had not enough time to personalize the house. - Jessica ponders.

After her 'gentle' raid, Kevin can only jolt awake, rather bewildered. He stares at her, among dreamy attitude and disbelief, but even a bothered attitude, when he glances at his alarm clock that informs him that it's only 7:30 a.m..

At first, he asks himself if he's dreaming all of it.

- Nope, the Jessica of my dreams would sneak under the sheets, slide closer to me and then she would start to kiss me, first on the mouth, then on my neck, my chest, lower and lower, giving me the best morning wake up, ever. - he daydreams, and yet he hasn't said a single word.

He sits up, with his back resting against the headboard of the bed, revealing that he's bare-chested.
He stares better at her.

- Besides, the Jessica of my dreams would be less dressed than this and dressed infinitely better than this! - he keeps musing and grimaces, wrinkling his nose at the sight of her outfit.

The girl is wearing one of those classic Christmas sweaters, of heavyweight woollen 's very large, covering all her curves, it's red but with a black bottom and a strip in the middle that reminds of the snowflakes, with matches even the edges of the sleeves.

In the meantime also Jessica is in full paranoia.

- He's bare-chested. Why the fucking hell is he bare-chested? It's Winter, for God's sake! People are supposed to sleep fully dressed in Winter. Will he have other bared-parts? Dammit, Jessica, stop staring at his chest! Yeah, it's true, you kissed it countless times, but it was only because he ordered you that… but he never asked me to bite those yummy nipples… NO, Jess, stay focused on the Christmas Nightmare mission! - she scolds herself.

"So, doesn't you speak anymore? What, Santa's elves stole your tongue?" she snorts, growing nervous due to his silence.

- Yeah, this is the real Jessica. No doubt about it!- Kevin acknowledges, before smiling at her.

"Good Morning, my darling. I'm not going to even ask you how you managed to get in. So, did you really choose to un-celebrate Christmas with me? Well, it means that I must have done something good, after all, if Santa Claus makes my dreams come true." He murmurs, rubbing his eyes to wake up better.

"It's more likely that Satan decided to turn your nightmares into reality!" Jessica hisses, acidly, crossing her arms against her chest.

That gesture lifts a bit her sweater, revealing a tiny and sensual strip of bared stomach between it and her blue jeans.
Kevin stares at it, fascinated.

"Before you get up, you're not naked under there, are you?" The detective inquires.

Kevin displays a sly smile, pushing away the sheets, abruptly, revealing that he's wearing the pants of his pijama.
"As you just saw, nope, my darling, but it's something I can fix very soon, if you want!"
"In your dreams!" Jessica snaps, but truth is that she's relieved.

- Don't worry, I'm about to dress you good and proper!- She ponders, leaving the room, under the owner of the house's puzzled gaze.

He takes advantage of her short absence to change his clothes with more classic dark blue trousers.

For some reasons, noticing his guest's previous interest, he remains bare-chested.

Jessica comes back, holding a rectangular package, wrapped in a colourful paper.

"For me? Awww, that's so sweet from you. If you have a present for me, this can't be a nightmare." He beams, taking the box from her hands.

"Just open it, before judging." She smirks threateningly.

Once he opened it, Kevin figures out what Jessica meant.

He's holding a Christmas sweater very similar to hers: heavyweight woollen fabric, with red and black stripes.

"It is a joke, isn't it?" He growls, throwing it at her face.
"I don't think so, my dear dandy!" She strikes back, smugly. "Oh, c'mon, I could have been so eviler: you know, there were such adorable jumpers with reindeers, Christmas trees and snowmen!" She reveals, as he makes a horrified face.

"The hell with un-celebrate Christmas, quite the contrary, I decided I'm going to celebrate it in every of its stupid traditions! And you will do the same, with me!" she anticipates, with a sadistic sneer.
"Now you're terrifying me more than the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future put together!" He pretends to be afraid and then chuckles.

She stares at him astonished.

"Do you really know 'A Christmas Carol'?"
"Of course I do. I've read it more than once and watched it on TV, in every possible version. I would be a perfect Ghost of Christmas Present: very elegant, sober, sophisticated and… terrifying!" The enchanter swaggers.

"Just like the way you are!" She rolls her eyes at the roof and then she points at his jumper. "Okay, save for the elegant part, maybe."
"Aha-ha, you're so witty. I won't remain with this…" He pauses, not to blow a gasket and use a foul language to describe what he's wearing. "This thing for long. You know." He goes on.
"Well, to play a fantastic ghost you just miss to make your earthly life end. Give me a shout, I can be very helpful if you need that!" She enjoys a lot teasing him that way.
"Sure, at your own peril; if you make me become a ghost, I'll spend my eternity tormenting you…" He declares, posing like a classic ghost.

"Now it's me trembling at that eventuality!" She chuckles. "Shut up, Ghost of Christmas Present wanna-be and constant hassle of every single moment of my life and follow me outside" she exhorts him, trotting down the stairs.
"Outside means in the garden… right?" He wavers, following her with a slower pace.

Speaking of ghosts, judging by the fear that's overwhelming him, Kevin could have a stroke or real.

"Nope, you moron, outside means in the streets, we're going to sing Christmas Carol door to door!" She informs him, with a very disquieting cheerful attitude, opening the security door.
"We are going to do… what?! Dressed like this? NO! No bloody way!" He retains his position, closing the door again.
"What part of Christmas Nightmare didn't you get? This is only the beginning! Oh well, unless you don't want me to leave…" She blackmails him, as sneaky as ever, well aware that she has him wrapped around her finger.
Hell yeah she knows.

"Okay, okay, let's go following all these stupid traditions!" He gives in, slamming the door violently in order to mark his annoyance. "Although no one ever saw a duo singing Christmas Carol; we'll be ridiculous, even more than we already are." he grumbles, as they walk.

He'll never admit it to Jessica, but that horrible jumper keeps him really wam.
"You have your point, the duo would be ridiculous…" She says, turning at a corner, where there's someone waiting for them.
"That's why we'll be a lovely quartet!" Jessica proudly states, pointing at him a not very enthusiastic Malcolm and a pissed off Trish.

"When you said there would be some action, that's not what I was thinking about!" the blonde retorts, narrowing her blue eyes in an icy glare.
"I've just said I was going to involve you, I've never specified what kind of action it would be." The brunette defends.
"At least she said something to you, Trish! I'm still wondering what I'm doing here." The black boy whines, before turning to his condominium. "I just know that I opened your stupid gift and followed all the instructions on the card: to wear it and come here, around this time, with the lyrics sheets." Malcolm grumbles.
"The lyrics sheets?" Kevin stares suspicious at them, before Trish - Jessica decided she would be the one engaged for that mission - draws out from her rucksack the sheets with the lyrics of the most popular Christmas songs, handing them to Jessica and Killgrave.

"So we are really doing that." Killgrave mutters.
"Oh, someone is as excited as I am, I see!" Patricia makes him smile, before he stares better at her and the Afro- American.

Trish wears a red jumper with white reindeers, Malcolm wears a red one with white snowmen and blue sledges.

"You know, I really start thinking that you had more regard for me." He whispers to Jessica.

"Told you so. Our jumpers match. They are … what's that word you always use to define us? Oh, yeah… inevitable!" she replies, as ironic as ever.

"I still don't get it, why Jessica wants you here? However, I don't fear you anymore, Killgrave, I've cleaned up for months, I'm done with that shit. There's nothing else you can do to control me now." Malcolm challenges the enchanter.
"Do you really think so?" Killgrave sneers, plucky.

Jessica intervenes just like a Kindergarten teacher when two kids are arguing.

"You don't tease him!" She reproaches Malcolm, before turning to Kevin. "And, you, if you try something funny I have such a powerful taser that, compared to that, you parents' experiments are tickling!" She warns him, showing him the torch she's hiding in the middle pocket of her jumper.

"Oh, that's such a nice little toy…" Kevin says, quietly. "It seems so… military!" He underlines the last word, casting an eloquent look towards Patricia.

"Okay, okay, it's a gift from my former boy who played the Super Soldier way too much and these are the consequences!" The blonde faces him smugly, making him smile.

She can't help noticing that both Jessica and Killgrave called that ultimate super sophisticated technologic weapon 'little toy'

- I shouldn't let Jessica notice how similar they are!-

"You took precautions, you're not stupid!" the mind-controller chuckles. "But I'm behaving and Iìm going to keep behaving," He adds, with incredible patience.

"As long as there's your girlfriend putting a muzzle on you you're going to behave for sure!" Malcolm comments.

Despite the definitely-not-tropical climate, the blood boiled in Jessica's veins and her face gets red.

"What the fuck did you just say?" She roars, as 'polite' as always.

"Save for the muzzle part, I really like the scenario you described!" Kevin gloats.

"Killgrave, order him not to speak anymore, I authorise you. After all, it's nothing evil, just something he definitely deserves!" Jessica suggests, glaring at Malcolm.

"But… you need me … we must sing!" The neighbor try to reason with her.

Jessica whispers something in Kevin's ear.

"Are you sure I can?" he asks her.
"I take full responsibility, so … have fun!" she gives him the go-ahead.

Kevin approaches Malcolm who starts fearing the worst.

"You won't open your mouth anymore untl we start the first song." he orders him, perentory, loading every syllable with all his charism.

Malcolm listens to him, defenseless, and then, no matter how hard he tries, he just can't part his lips, although they are not physically sealed.

"Now it's better!" Jessica smirks.

"I missed this so much, such amazing feeling!" Kevin sneers.

"Oh, please, shut up and don't develop a taste for that, this was only the exception that proves the rule!" She immediately shoulders the mantle of the leadership.

Kevin raises his hands, meaning that he got the message.

Trish observes them, silently.

- The hell with the redemption, those two are a criminal conspiracy! -

They're about to reach the first house, but something occurs to Jessica.

"Wait a minute. Kevin, what if you order even what you sing? I mean, if we sing 'Go, Tell It On The Mountain' … it's not that we'll have tons of people climbing mountains and hills to announce that Jesus is born… is it?" the brunette frowns.

Kevin bursts out laughing, due to the absurdity of that hypothesis.

"Noo…" He reassures her. "Well,, I've never ordered anything singing… it's not that I sing quite often, after all." He becomes absorbed in doubts, especially if he thinks about his increased power. "Well, please, don't leave me the solo parts!" He requests as a reasonable compromise.
"Let's remove that song from the play-list!" Jessica finds an even wiser solution. "And also 'Oh, Come, all ye Faithful', I don't want mass migration to Bethlem!"
"Let's make him sing only 'Jingle Bells', 'Silent Night', 'Rudolph, The Red- Nosed Reindeer' and other songs that can't make any damage, but let's hurry up, poor Malcolm is about to explode!" Trish decides for everyone and she sounds very convincing.

They ring at the first bell and the first door is opened.
A family joyfully welcomes them, ready to listen to them.

Three singers out of four smile. Simply, one of them can't open his mouth yet, until 'Silent Night' starts and Malcolm's short nightmare finally is over.

Every performance is a success and there's no collateral effect on people who listen to Killgrave. Quite the contrary, he sings rather good.

"Have you ever thought about quit all the psycho control freak stuff and try with a singer carrier? If you record a single I could release it during my radio show." Trish suggers but Kevin doesn't buy it.

At the third block, after the twelfth performance, the quartet decides it's enough and their ways split.

Well, a certain duo is still walking along the same path, because the day Jessica planned is only at the beginning.
So far Kevin seems to react surprisingly good to all her teasing, but Jessica still have more tricks up her sleeves.

TBC

Notes:

Uhmm so you reached this point without closing the page with a horrified face after reading the first paragraphes?
That's good, then ^^'

I really have no idea how I managed to write this…. this thing *using the same tone Kevin used to describe the Christmas jumper (which, by the way, is soooo lovely!)*

Did you notice any (Tennant) reference? ;) I'll put another tiny one at a certain point ;)

I laugh too much picturing Kevin who sings the previously mentioned Christmas song and turns everyone into prophets who climb mountains and hills XD

I don't know… probably the ending of Season 1 (*sighs :'((( ) mixed with the Christmas magic (that I hate but I love reading/writing about, lol) made me want to write this fluffy (and I hope funny, too) thing… trying to make the characters as believable as possible, despite the absurd situation!
Oh, c'mon life needs some lightness sometimes ^^'
Feel free to tell me whatever you think … or two throw me vegetables … maybe not rotten ones, lol!

If you like those two in a more serious scenario (and nc 17 rating) check '24 hours' and its sequel 'My way' ;)

Still need a beta, by the way, don't be shy if you want to help ^^

I really thank the images around Google because they're so damn inspiring and also allowed me to create a very explanatory covers, it could contain spoilers! ;P

Please just let me know if I should bother keep translating or you decided this is just crazy enough ^^'

p.s. if you love both 'Good Omens' and 'Jessica Jones' stay tuned... a crossover could be on its way ;)