A/N: This was my first attempt at a Thanksgiving drabble. I swear, whenever I try to write fluff, it spirals out of control into angst territory. It works beautifully as a companion piece to Donald's Traditions reflections, though.
Episode: None
Rating: K+
Warnings: Angst
Inspiration: Tasha gets a taste of Donald's aversion to holidays.
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Thanksgiving. Just a small dinner, just the six of them. They'd spent most of the day prepping for it, and it was finally ready.
Then- sirens. MISSION ALERT.
And Tasha suddenly found herself alone and forgotten in a silent, empty dining room. No wonder Donald had never bothered with holidays, she mused. There was no guarantee they wouldn't be interrupted.
Darker... No guarantee anyone would be left to partake in it.
She hadn't realized she was leaking tears until Leo's surprised, "Mom, you're crying," told her he'd come up.
Her fears were reflected in his face as he hugged her.