A/N I started this part right after here on the East we got hit with a big
snowstorm (We got more snow in that storm then all of last winter!) but
anyways, I'm now in a big holiday mood, and so, it's holiday sap! But do
enjoy, I haven't quite found a SET path for this fic, I have an IDEA for
where it's going to go. But enjoy!
The snow fell gently, covering the town in a veil of white. She stood at the window, watch as the town gently slowed down to a halt. She waited to see that familiar glint of silver, and when she did, she would finally be relived. It was the first real snow of the season, and she was afraid of how the car would handle.
In the ice that had preceeded the snow, the car had shown to not do very well. It had a bad habit of fishtailing, and she was constantly afraid of him spinning out and getting hurt. But every day he came home despite the ice, and every day she was there to meet him.
She laughed as she watched him battle the wind. As he clutched his coat together, and his hat to his almost bald head, he made his way across the parking lot. In the short bit of time that it took him to get across the parking lot, and up the open flight of stairs to their apartment, he wound up covered in snow.
As she took his coat from him, attempting to get the least amount of snow on the carpet as possible, he took off his boots and collapsed into his chair. When she came back out, she found he had put on a kettle for tea. "Cold?" she asked him.
"Cold!?" he exclaimed. "I'm-what is it, Frosty the bloody Snowman!" she laughed. Even he seemed to slightly be getting into the holiday spirit, even if he had scarcely a clue about what the holidays were even about, he found that the whole town's merriness could, even just barely, outdo his scrooge persona.
Although he found great fun in making fun of the residents of Denton's gusto for the holidays. He remembered a night not to long ago when they went on the "tacky holiday drive-by tour" After all, it was the week before Christmas, and Hanukkah was just winding down, so there was no one in the entire town who didn't have a huge Santa Clause out on there front yard, had a brightly lit menorah in the window.
And it also meant that the huge tree in the middle of the town had been just as brightly lit as the one at the Rockefeller Center in New York. He found the decorations fun to look at, although he'd never decorate unless he was forced to. It seemed like an awfully large amount of work for at most, three weeks.
As the kettle shrieked that it was done, and as they sat down, they couldn't help but feel cheery as the holidays approached. It seemed as if all the mirth in The Home Of Happiness was spreading it's joyfulness even into their house, even into Richard, or Riff, or whatever anyone would call him.
After all, a name is just a name, and once you lost that name, you uncovered a man, a man deeply in love, a man contented with the way his life was turning around, even if it wasn't going in the exact direction he wished. He had all but gotten past Transexual. And if he had the chance, it would be a tough choice to decide.
He missed his planet quite dearly, missed the serene calm of the ocean, missed the familiar dark streets, but he was happy here. If they were back on Transexual, they wouldn't be together. And he loved her too much to risk her for a day or two on the beach.
He was happy here, for once he felt as if he fit in. he never quite fit in back on Transexual, whether it be from his high rank as Court Scientist, or his extreme knowledge that had gotten him that job, but no one but his sister seemed to want to go behind the normal pleasantries of conversation when talking to him.
But here, there were only two other people who knew of who he had been before he had been forced to start a life anew. Well, two people that he knew of. But he wasn't going to let the thought of how many people just might know who he was going to spoil their private holiday party. Even if it wasn't a party, they had left the table, and had thus since moved on to things that were most defiantly "private."
The snow fell gently, covering the town in a veil of white. She stood at the window, watch as the town gently slowed down to a halt. She waited to see that familiar glint of silver, and when she did, she would finally be relived. It was the first real snow of the season, and she was afraid of how the car would handle.
In the ice that had preceeded the snow, the car had shown to not do very well. It had a bad habit of fishtailing, and she was constantly afraid of him spinning out and getting hurt. But every day he came home despite the ice, and every day she was there to meet him.
She laughed as she watched him battle the wind. As he clutched his coat together, and his hat to his almost bald head, he made his way across the parking lot. In the short bit of time that it took him to get across the parking lot, and up the open flight of stairs to their apartment, he wound up covered in snow.
As she took his coat from him, attempting to get the least amount of snow on the carpet as possible, he took off his boots and collapsed into his chair. When she came back out, she found he had put on a kettle for tea. "Cold?" she asked him.
"Cold!?" he exclaimed. "I'm-what is it, Frosty the bloody Snowman!" she laughed. Even he seemed to slightly be getting into the holiday spirit, even if he had scarcely a clue about what the holidays were even about, he found that the whole town's merriness could, even just barely, outdo his scrooge persona.
Although he found great fun in making fun of the residents of Denton's gusto for the holidays. He remembered a night not to long ago when they went on the "tacky holiday drive-by tour" After all, it was the week before Christmas, and Hanukkah was just winding down, so there was no one in the entire town who didn't have a huge Santa Clause out on there front yard, had a brightly lit menorah in the window.
And it also meant that the huge tree in the middle of the town had been just as brightly lit as the one at the Rockefeller Center in New York. He found the decorations fun to look at, although he'd never decorate unless he was forced to. It seemed like an awfully large amount of work for at most, three weeks.
As the kettle shrieked that it was done, and as they sat down, they couldn't help but feel cheery as the holidays approached. It seemed as if all the mirth in The Home Of Happiness was spreading it's joyfulness even into their house, even into Richard, or Riff, or whatever anyone would call him.
After all, a name is just a name, and once you lost that name, you uncovered a man, a man deeply in love, a man contented with the way his life was turning around, even if it wasn't going in the exact direction he wished. He had all but gotten past Transexual. And if he had the chance, it would be a tough choice to decide.
He missed his planet quite dearly, missed the serene calm of the ocean, missed the familiar dark streets, but he was happy here. If they were back on Transexual, they wouldn't be together. And he loved her too much to risk her for a day or two on the beach.
He was happy here, for once he felt as if he fit in. he never quite fit in back on Transexual, whether it be from his high rank as Court Scientist, or his extreme knowledge that had gotten him that job, but no one but his sister seemed to want to go behind the normal pleasantries of conversation when talking to him.
But here, there were only two other people who knew of who he had been before he had been forced to start a life anew. Well, two people that he knew of. But he wasn't going to let the thought of how many people just might know who he was going to spoil their private holiday party. Even if it wasn't a party, they had left the table, and had thus since moved on to things that were most defiantly "private."