TITLE: This Christmas
WRITTEN BY: Drea Jackman
EMAIL: DreaJackman@Literati.co.uk
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Logan invites Max to experience a truly old-fashioned Christmas when he asks her
to spend Christmas with him at his family cabin. What will the season of good will have in store?
(Much festive M/L 'shippery fluff)
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters involved. They belong to Cameron/Eglee
Producions :(
ARCHIVE: If I've said yes before I'll say it again, otherwise email me 'n' lemme know.
FEEDBACK: Don't make me beg, please? ...D'OH!
A/N: Well I've had a great Christmas. Hope you have too! Thought I'd take the time out to
hurry up and post the latest chapter up. I'm rewriting chapter 5, that might be the finale but I'm
not entirely sure yet. For some wierd reason that goes way beyond my understanding I can't
seem to stop writing. In the past few days I've written off another 2 shipper fics, this xmas one
and I'm halfway through an Alec-fic that I swear is gonna get even more angsty! Lol. Hope you
enjoy this one too. (Lyrics between ~*~) MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
___________________________________________________________
Christmas Eve. A day of total anticipation even to kids in the US still surrounded by their broken
world.
Max awoke early and shivered as she got out of bed. Grabbing the blanket that lay tossed over
the foot of her bed she wrapped it around herself she went to look out of the window. The
clearing out back that had been tainted by the marks and trails of their play the night before was
awash with white, all traces of their having ever been there erased with the new fallen snow.
It was then that Max heard the faint sound of sleigh bells. Listening harder her brow furrowed as
she caught the fainter music that accompanied them. Opening her room door unto a melodic
voice Max looked directly in the direction of Logan's room, finding the door open, bed neatly
made and chair no where in sight.
'Looks like someone bet you to it,' she thought.
~*~
Christmas time
Time to share our love
Come and join
The tidings to the world
Christmas time
The best time of the year
Yes it's Christmas Time
~*~
Walking out into the main room still wrapped up in the blanket she found the fire already
crackling away gently as the pine scent of the tree in the opposite corner found it's way to her.
The bags they'd carried in the night before were all lying in a heap by it's side and Max was still
intrigued as to their purpose on the trip.
"Morning sleeping beauty," a warm voice greeted from behind her.
Smiling and hugging the blanket a little tighter Max turned round to find Logan wheeling out from
the kitchen.
"Y'know maybe if I'd slept almost all the way up here in the car I'd have been up earlier than me
too," she jested lightly.
"Yeah well, hope you're ready for breakfast cause it's all taken care of."
"You betcha. What are we having?"
"Oh that's a surprise, can't be caught divulging such sensitive information," Logan shook his
head grimly from side to side putting on his best 'secretive' face.
Following Logan into the kitchen the music got a little louder as she leaned against the counter
waiting for him to serve up his top secret breakfast.
~*~
You and me, together
A sleigh ride in the park
A loving kiss straight from my heart
~*~
"New type of Christmas Carol?" Max asked, gesturing to the radio in the corner by the window.
"Uhh, best I could find on short notice," Logan shrugged looking a little embarrassed.
~*~
Snowflakes falling angelly
A smell of chestnuts in the year
And Christmas lights
They gleam across the sky
~*~
The lyrics took Max back to the night before. Okay so the deal with the chestnuts wasn't exactly
apparent but everything else was a nice thought. As Logan put the finishing touches to his well
prepared breakfast he found himself thinking of the night before too. Maybe old pop songs
weren't as tacky as he'd once thought them to be, afterall the message was appropriate enough
at that moment.
~*~
Do you remember
Everything felt so right
When I held you close to me
~*~
Max smiled a little, not enough for Logan to detect, but she felt it all the same.
~*~
Do you remember
Those long Christmas nights
When we saw the world in harmony
~*~
Definitely appropriate. The same thoughts were flowing and growing inside their minds.
~*~
Christmas time
Time to share our love
Come and join
The tidings to the world...
~*~
As the lyrics began to fade completely Logan turned and smiled, gesturing to the table all set up
for their breakfast. Smiling, Max nodded and went to take her seat while Logan wheeled himself
into the space opposite and braked his chair in place. Companionable silence rained over all as
the two began their first meal of the day together.
* * *
"C'mon the chair's braked, I can't possibly be moving!"
"Oh that makes it okay then."
"Max!" Logan exclaimed leaning forward as far as he could in his wheelchair.
"I'm tellin' you if you were the one up here with your ass swayin' about all over you'd accept the
fact that you're a lousy support act!" Max returned before quickly grabbing the overhead beam
to support herself again.
"Maybe if you weren't so busy blaming me that feline DNA of yours could kick in," Logan tossed
back gripping the frame tighter.
"Really? How about I just go let myself fall right down there into your lap. That satisfy?" she
retorted before she'd really considered her options.
"Just fine with me," Logan snorted and let go completely.
"That's not..." Max was cut off as the ladder lurched away from her and she found herself
hanging from the overhead beam. Swinging her legs out gracefully she let go, her momentum
carrying her over the fallen ladder and onto the vacant spot by Logan's side.
"You missed," he said plainly, the voice of reason stating the obvious as he crossed his arms
and looked up at her feining one of his sulking faces.
Max didn't reply, only straightened out her top and walked off toward the half decorated
Christmas tree. Grabbing some of the bobbles she began to hang them from the odd branch,
adding the finishing touches to the overall look. She only turned when Logan wheeled up
alongside and stopped by her side.
Offering her a lazy smile he raised his eyebrows and held out a Christmas rose from the coffee
table's central arrangement for her. Max mocked sulking and took the rose from him, turning
away to fix it into place near the top of the tree, another momento of their festive trip together.
Spinning back towards Logan she held up a few pieces of tinsel that had been left over spare
from the tree.
Logan eyed them warily. "Should I be worried?"
"For the chair? C'mon," she said gesturing for him to turn and take in the whole inside of the
cabin. "We've decorated everything, there's nothing else left."
Logan sat back and watched as she quickly threaded the tinsel through the gaps in the wheels
either side of him and then gazed down at her as she knelt before him. Max looked the tree up
and down and decided it looked perfect, even if the item of perfection was the most beautiful star
shining atop it's highest bow, an item that she had risked injury for in climbing the ladder Logan
had originally considered even.
"One more thing," Logan said quietly.
Turning back Max met his stare with slight confusion as she went over the checklist in her mind.
'Tree? Check. Ceiling decorations? Check. Ornaments & festive knickknacks? Double check.
What else is there?'
Afraid to smile for fear of adding to the awkwardness of the moment Logan simply held out a
small spray of Mistletoe tied off in a beautiful red velvet bow. Offering it to Max he gestured to
the beam running across the cabin's ceiling. Taking it gingerly Max looked around trying to
dismiss the underlying tension of the situation by treating it as any other decoration they'd dealt
with that day. Stopping beneath the spot where the beam went over the tree she looked to
Logan and pointed overhead.
"How 'bout here?" she asked innocently.
"Looks good," Logan answered not taking his eyes off her to look at where she was pointing too.
Max didn't notice. Nodding a little nervously she passed by Logan and grabbed the rickety
ladder again and propped it up under their chosen spot. Logan approached silently, braking his
chair beneath her as she climbed the ladder, his hands supporting the frame and keeping it
steadier now than he'd managed to before. Of course, last time hadn't been his fault either as
far as he was concerned.
When Max was done she looked back down at Logan as she took a few steps down off the
ladder and moved it aside. Turning towards the tree she admired it's festive beauty, the
darkness of the late evening sky allowing the glow of the candles to be fully recognised than
they had been when they'd started in late afternoon.
"It's beautiful," she uttered softly.
"Yeah," Logan sighed. "It is."
Unable to avoid the awkwardness of the moment Max eventually turned to Logan, realising that
there she was in a truly remarkable setting with an even more remarkable guy. What exactly
was it she was afraid of anyway? After a few seconds of soul searching turned up no sign of a
resulting answer, Max gave in.
Glancing up at the mistletoe she shrugged a little and looked back down at Logan, who was still
watching her with interest.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, whisper-soft tones brushing against her senses and making
up her mind.
Rolling her eyes slightly she offered him a slight smile as she moved with a hesitant grace,
lowering herself down to kneel before him. Leaning closer her hands slid up, fingertips dancing
over where his hands rested on the wheel rims by his sides, further up over his forearms, where
they stopped briefly on his shoulders. Logan's breath had grown husky as he felt her electric
touch sending sparks through his body, blowing softly over her lips only a mere two inches
away.
"Tis the season," she whispered slyly, before beginning to lower her lips towards his with every
word that followed. "Blah blah, woof woof..."
Logan felt Max's lips cross his tentatively, but with a much more confident grace than he'd known
in the past. This kiss wasn't like the other they'd shared here before, just outside the cabin's
warmth. This didn't mean goodbye. The kiss was soft and gentle, giving each precious seconds
to explore what they really wanted of the other and how they really felt. Slowly, as gradually as it
had begun, the kiss ended.
Lowering herself back to sit on her haunches Max's eyes never left Logan's as she retreated
from his glow. Logan's gaze was held captive by Max's brown depths. They seemed to glow
with something he'd never been sure of before, not that he'd never dreamt of finding it there.
Perhaps his gift wouldn't be entirely unexpected afterall. Sitting up in the chair a little more
Logan nodded off towards the table, delicately decorated for their meal.
"Suppose I'd better go dish up dinner," he said, his voice gaining some semblance of control as
he attempted to alleviate the awkwardness of the moment.
"You read my mind," Max replied standing up and following him towards the kitchen area slowly.
"It's a gift."
"You mean you don't just cook? I'm impressed," she teased as she trailed in behind him.
"A man of many talents," his smile was as playful as hers.
Both over the momentary lapse in control and emotion and the rush of feeling, they went to
share their second dinner together in as many nights. An occasion that was already becoming a
highlight in both their minds.
WRITTEN BY: Drea Jackman
EMAIL: DreaJackman@Literati.co.uk
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Logan invites Max to experience a truly old-fashioned Christmas when he asks her
to spend Christmas with him at his family cabin. What will the season of good will have in store?
(Much festive M/L 'shippery fluff)
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters involved. They belong to Cameron/Eglee
Producions :(
ARCHIVE: If I've said yes before I'll say it again, otherwise email me 'n' lemme know.
FEEDBACK: Don't make me beg, please? ...D'OH!
A/N: Well I've had a great Christmas. Hope you have too! Thought I'd take the time out to
hurry up and post the latest chapter up. I'm rewriting chapter 5, that might be the finale but I'm
not entirely sure yet. For some wierd reason that goes way beyond my understanding I can't
seem to stop writing. In the past few days I've written off another 2 shipper fics, this xmas one
and I'm halfway through an Alec-fic that I swear is gonna get even more angsty! Lol. Hope you
enjoy this one too. (Lyrics between ~*~) MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
___________________________________________________________
Christmas Eve. A day of total anticipation even to kids in the US still surrounded by their broken
world.
Max awoke early and shivered as she got out of bed. Grabbing the blanket that lay tossed over
the foot of her bed she wrapped it around herself she went to look out of the window. The
clearing out back that had been tainted by the marks and trails of their play the night before was
awash with white, all traces of their having ever been there erased with the new fallen snow.
It was then that Max heard the faint sound of sleigh bells. Listening harder her brow furrowed as
she caught the fainter music that accompanied them. Opening her room door unto a melodic
voice Max looked directly in the direction of Logan's room, finding the door open, bed neatly
made and chair no where in sight.
'Looks like someone bet you to it,' she thought.
~*~
Christmas time
Time to share our love
Come and join
The tidings to the world
Christmas time
The best time of the year
Yes it's Christmas Time
~*~
Walking out into the main room still wrapped up in the blanket she found the fire already
crackling away gently as the pine scent of the tree in the opposite corner found it's way to her.
The bags they'd carried in the night before were all lying in a heap by it's side and Max was still
intrigued as to their purpose on the trip.
"Morning sleeping beauty," a warm voice greeted from behind her.
Smiling and hugging the blanket a little tighter Max turned round to find Logan wheeling out from
the kitchen.
"Y'know maybe if I'd slept almost all the way up here in the car I'd have been up earlier than me
too," she jested lightly.
"Yeah well, hope you're ready for breakfast cause it's all taken care of."
"You betcha. What are we having?"
"Oh that's a surprise, can't be caught divulging such sensitive information," Logan shook his
head grimly from side to side putting on his best 'secretive' face.
Following Logan into the kitchen the music got a little louder as she leaned against the counter
waiting for him to serve up his top secret breakfast.
~*~
You and me, together
A sleigh ride in the park
A loving kiss straight from my heart
~*~
"New type of Christmas Carol?" Max asked, gesturing to the radio in the corner by the window.
"Uhh, best I could find on short notice," Logan shrugged looking a little embarrassed.
~*~
Snowflakes falling angelly
A smell of chestnuts in the year
And Christmas lights
They gleam across the sky
~*~
The lyrics took Max back to the night before. Okay so the deal with the chestnuts wasn't exactly
apparent but everything else was a nice thought. As Logan put the finishing touches to his well
prepared breakfast he found himself thinking of the night before too. Maybe old pop songs
weren't as tacky as he'd once thought them to be, afterall the message was appropriate enough
at that moment.
~*~
Do you remember
Everything felt so right
When I held you close to me
~*~
Max smiled a little, not enough for Logan to detect, but she felt it all the same.
~*~
Do you remember
Those long Christmas nights
When we saw the world in harmony
~*~
Definitely appropriate. The same thoughts were flowing and growing inside their minds.
~*~
Christmas time
Time to share our love
Come and join
The tidings to the world...
~*~
As the lyrics began to fade completely Logan turned and smiled, gesturing to the table all set up
for their breakfast. Smiling, Max nodded and went to take her seat while Logan wheeled himself
into the space opposite and braked his chair in place. Companionable silence rained over all as
the two began their first meal of the day together.
* * *
"C'mon the chair's braked, I can't possibly be moving!"
"Oh that makes it okay then."
"Max!" Logan exclaimed leaning forward as far as he could in his wheelchair.
"I'm tellin' you if you were the one up here with your ass swayin' about all over you'd accept the
fact that you're a lousy support act!" Max returned before quickly grabbing the overhead beam
to support herself again.
"Maybe if you weren't so busy blaming me that feline DNA of yours could kick in," Logan tossed
back gripping the frame tighter.
"Really? How about I just go let myself fall right down there into your lap. That satisfy?" she
retorted before she'd really considered her options.
"Just fine with me," Logan snorted and let go completely.
"That's not..." Max was cut off as the ladder lurched away from her and she found herself
hanging from the overhead beam. Swinging her legs out gracefully she let go, her momentum
carrying her over the fallen ladder and onto the vacant spot by Logan's side.
"You missed," he said plainly, the voice of reason stating the obvious as he crossed his arms
and looked up at her feining one of his sulking faces.
Max didn't reply, only straightened out her top and walked off toward the half decorated
Christmas tree. Grabbing some of the bobbles she began to hang them from the odd branch,
adding the finishing touches to the overall look. She only turned when Logan wheeled up
alongside and stopped by her side.
Offering her a lazy smile he raised his eyebrows and held out a Christmas rose from the coffee
table's central arrangement for her. Max mocked sulking and took the rose from him, turning
away to fix it into place near the top of the tree, another momento of their festive trip together.
Spinning back towards Logan she held up a few pieces of tinsel that had been left over spare
from the tree.
Logan eyed them warily. "Should I be worried?"
"For the chair? C'mon," she said gesturing for him to turn and take in the whole inside of the
cabin. "We've decorated everything, there's nothing else left."
Logan sat back and watched as she quickly threaded the tinsel through the gaps in the wheels
either side of him and then gazed down at her as she knelt before him. Max looked the tree up
and down and decided it looked perfect, even if the item of perfection was the most beautiful star
shining atop it's highest bow, an item that she had risked injury for in climbing the ladder Logan
had originally considered even.
"One more thing," Logan said quietly.
Turning back Max met his stare with slight confusion as she went over the checklist in her mind.
'Tree? Check. Ceiling decorations? Check. Ornaments & festive knickknacks? Double check.
What else is there?'
Afraid to smile for fear of adding to the awkwardness of the moment Logan simply held out a
small spray of Mistletoe tied off in a beautiful red velvet bow. Offering it to Max he gestured to
the beam running across the cabin's ceiling. Taking it gingerly Max looked around trying to
dismiss the underlying tension of the situation by treating it as any other decoration they'd dealt
with that day. Stopping beneath the spot where the beam went over the tree she looked to
Logan and pointed overhead.
"How 'bout here?" she asked innocently.
"Looks good," Logan answered not taking his eyes off her to look at where she was pointing too.
Max didn't notice. Nodding a little nervously she passed by Logan and grabbed the rickety
ladder again and propped it up under their chosen spot. Logan approached silently, braking his
chair beneath her as she climbed the ladder, his hands supporting the frame and keeping it
steadier now than he'd managed to before. Of course, last time hadn't been his fault either as
far as he was concerned.
When Max was done she looked back down at Logan as she took a few steps down off the
ladder and moved it aside. Turning towards the tree she admired it's festive beauty, the
darkness of the late evening sky allowing the glow of the candles to be fully recognised than
they had been when they'd started in late afternoon.
"It's beautiful," she uttered softly.
"Yeah," Logan sighed. "It is."
Unable to avoid the awkwardness of the moment Max eventually turned to Logan, realising that
there she was in a truly remarkable setting with an even more remarkable guy. What exactly
was it she was afraid of anyway? After a few seconds of soul searching turned up no sign of a
resulting answer, Max gave in.
Glancing up at the mistletoe she shrugged a little and looked back down at Logan, who was still
watching her with interest.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, whisper-soft tones brushing against her senses and making
up her mind.
Rolling her eyes slightly she offered him a slight smile as she moved with a hesitant grace,
lowering herself down to kneel before him. Leaning closer her hands slid up, fingertips dancing
over where his hands rested on the wheel rims by his sides, further up over his forearms, where
they stopped briefly on his shoulders. Logan's breath had grown husky as he felt her electric
touch sending sparks through his body, blowing softly over her lips only a mere two inches
away.
"Tis the season," she whispered slyly, before beginning to lower her lips towards his with every
word that followed. "Blah blah, woof woof..."
Logan felt Max's lips cross his tentatively, but with a much more confident grace than he'd known
in the past. This kiss wasn't like the other they'd shared here before, just outside the cabin's
warmth. This didn't mean goodbye. The kiss was soft and gentle, giving each precious seconds
to explore what they really wanted of the other and how they really felt. Slowly, as gradually as it
had begun, the kiss ended.
Lowering herself back to sit on her haunches Max's eyes never left Logan's as she retreated
from his glow. Logan's gaze was held captive by Max's brown depths. They seemed to glow
with something he'd never been sure of before, not that he'd never dreamt of finding it there.
Perhaps his gift wouldn't be entirely unexpected afterall. Sitting up in the chair a little more
Logan nodded off towards the table, delicately decorated for their meal.
"Suppose I'd better go dish up dinner," he said, his voice gaining some semblance of control as
he attempted to alleviate the awkwardness of the moment.
"You read my mind," Max replied standing up and following him towards the kitchen area slowly.
"It's a gift."
"You mean you don't just cook? I'm impressed," she teased as she trailed in behind him.
"A man of many talents," his smile was as playful as hers.
Both over the momentary lapse in control and emotion and the rush of feeling, they went to
share their second dinner together in as many nights. An occasion that was already becoming a
highlight in both their minds.
