Amanda was used to a lot of strange things. Since her sophomore year had started at Bayville High, she'd seen a lot of bizarre things happen, and met even more bizarre people. Not that they didn't have their own particular, peculiar charm. Amanda was drawn to the strange and unusual. Normal was boring. 'Freaky' and 'weird' had become the norm for her.
However, this was definitely high on her list.
She'd gotten home with her dad, both of them freshly covered in white snow as they'd managed to lug their newfound Christmas tree into the living room and set it up. Placed it in the stand and decorated it, star last of course. And then she'd gone upstairs to take a nice hot bath before dinner.
However, laying in her room was a simple piece of paper. The writing on it was sloppy, and she recognized the handwriting as Kurt's. He must've been in a hurry when he wrote it. Because of the unusual structure of his fingers, he could rarely write anything neatly, though it was legible enough. Picking it up, she took a moment to read it.
"Amanda," she read aloud. "I thought we could exchange our gifts privately on the night of the twenty-fourth. Professor X has agreed to allow you entrance to the mansion, included below is the key code you'll need. I hope I can see you there, my pretty sweetheart. Its been so lonely."
And there, at the bottom, Kurt's signature.
Amanda carefully folded the paper and placed it on her pillow, sitting down for a moment to ponder the strange meaning of his letter. Why hadn't he just told her this herself, she wondered. And why privately?
Amanda shivered a little which had nothing to do with the cold. Her gift to Kurt was important, yes, and it felt right to her, but would it feel right to him. Would he reject it? Was it too elaborate, too personal? Should she have stuck to something simpler? Doubts and little fears encircled her heart, making it harder for her to breathe, try as she might to relax. Kurt loved her, or at the very least cared deeply about her, she told herself. He'd saved her life, after all.
Pushing aside any doubts and fears, Amanda picked up her cell phone and dialed a number she knew by heart. A few short rings passed, then a German voice answered. "Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. How may I help you?"
"You can tell a certain Mr. Kurt Wagner," she said with a smirk, deliberately teasing him. "That a Ms. Amanda Sefton would be all too delighted to join her favorite fuzzy blue elf on the night of the twenty-fourth for an exchanged of gifts."
Kurt burst out laughing, and Amanda joined him. Then his voice came over the phone again. "Ja, I'll let him know. I'm sure he'll be delighted," he replied, giving an over-the-phone kiss.
"Bye Kurt," she said with a giggle, hanging up. How could she ever doubt her beloved elf, she wondered. Amanda shrugged, sliding out of her clothes for a much needed, steamy hot bath.
Two days from now would tell.
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Two days came and went. The twenty-fourth was, predictably, marked by countless holiday specials on the television. Each as silly and predictable as the last. Amanda could appreciate the holiday togetherness and good will towards fellow man as much as the next girl, but she'd outgrown most of the cartoon versions when she was twelve. Still, one or two helped to pass the time. And keep her mind distracted from thoughts of tonight's gift-exchanging.
She'd gotten permission from her parents, of course. Over the past month, after seeing and hearing all Kurt had done, both as her boyfriend as an X-Man, they knew he was trustworthy. Her dad did, of course, express his concerns over her going over to the big empty Institute with Kurt all alone, but her mom said they trusted Amanda just as much as Kurt. They said she could stay the night if she wanted, provided she was home tomorrow by noon for the unwrapping of presents with her family.
Thus it was that on the night of the twenty-fourth, around six pm (it was already dark out) Amanda Sefton found herself trudging through the snow towards the Institute. It had been a particularly large amount of snow, almost up to her knees in some places. How she envied Kurt, able to get from place to place in an instant. Her gift, though she had it, was not visible to the casual observer. No box, big or small, was visible. Nor any suspicious bulges in her jacket. She did keep one hand in her left jacket pocket, however. Fiddling with something contained therein.
She passed by a Santa on the curb, ringing his bell and with his collection bowl. Kind-hearted girl that Amanda was, she obligingly grabbed some spare change from her pockets and deposited it, earning a smile and a respectful nod from the obviously fake-bearded Santa.
Finally she approached the Institute and tapped in the code she'd been given in Kurt's letter to allow her entry, sealing the gates behind her. To her surprise, the road inside the gates was almost perfectly clear, with only a light dusting of snow. Based on what little she knew about the mutants living at the Institute, either Scott or Amara must've used their powers to clear it before they'd left.
Must be nice, having such powers, she thought again. But then again, every gift had its price. To be feared and hated, misunderstood by all but a few people. Amanda didn't know if she could stand that was well as they did.
Amanda knocked on the glass doors leading to the foray, but seeing on sign of her fuzzy elf, she opened them and stepped inside. To her surprise, the place was much as she'd seen it last month. No decorations, garland or tree or snowflakes decorating the room. Still, she could faintly smell the scent of Christmas cookies coming from the kitchen, and as she listened, she could've sworn she heard "Let is Snow" coming from that direction as well. Curious, the dark-haired girl made her way down the hallway to find the source of the sensations, as well as hopefully find Kurt.
To her surprise the Kitchen was empty. Sitting on the counter were two trays of Christmas cookies, one green Christmas trees, one red Santa's. One was fresh, the one with the Santa's, as evident by the delicious smell that emanated off of the tray. The other looked less recent. The sound of the music she'd heard had come from the nearby radio. Kurt must've been cooking and listening to the radio to pass the time.
Curious to know what is work tasted like, Amanda reached out for one of the green Christmas tree cookies.
Suddenly a hand shot out, intercepting hers and very tenderly closing about her wrist. "Nein, Liebchen," came Kurt's voice, partially terrified. Amanda turned around, spotting him. "Those vere Keety's last batch before she vent home to Northbrook..."
Amanda giggled, immediately giving her 'savior' a big, well-earned hug. The two of them hadn't had a chance in what seemed like ages. Kurt wrapped his arms around her slender waist, drawing her in close as he rests his head against hers softly.
"Thanks for saving me again, Kurt..." she whispered into his furry neck. Little did she realize it send tingles down his spine and throughout his nervous system. Gently he pushed them down, and released his hold on Amanda, smiling at her.
"Anytime..." he replied. A light ding interrupted the two of them, and Kurt turned back to the oven, pulling on some over-mitts and sliding out another tray of smiling red Santa cookies. Amanda felt her saliva glands go into overdrive. It all smelled so darn good.
"It didn't know you cooked, Kurt," she intoned softly, eyeing her boyfriend with a smile plastered on her face.
"I also sew as well," he replied. "But don't tell anyvone, meine reputation vould be ruined."
Amanda giggled at that. "When did you learn to sew?" she asked.
"Meine muzzer taught me," he replied, gesturing down his back. Amanda followed his gaze, then mentally smacked herself for not realizing it earlier. His tail. Of course he'd need to know how to modify his pants to accommodate it. His pants and... Amanda blushed deeply, pushing all such impure thoughts from her mind. At least for now.
"Oh I see... so you could do it yourself when you came to Bayville," she said, managing to keep her tone normal.
"Ja," he replied, pulling off his oven-mitts and grabbing a cookie off the tray that had already cooled a little, presenting it to Amanda. "Vould you like the honor of being my first taster?"
"Sure," she replied, taking the cookie and giving it a tentative bite. Her narrow escape from Kitty's off-times lethal cooking had put her on her guard, but it was simply delicious. In no time she's scarfed down the entire thing.
"I'm glad you could come," he said once she'd finished. His tail snaked out behind him and flipped off the radio, so they could converse without being interrupted by Adam Sandler's latest version of the "Chanukah Song." Not that either of them hated it (far from it) but the moment was too tender to interrupt with music.
"I'm glad too Kurt," she replied tenderly. Her eyes were downcast, not meeting his, and her cheeks were darker than usual. She was blushing.
"So, you vant to just exchange gifts and go?" he asked tentatively. "You're velcome to stay here as long as you vant, but I vouldn't vant to keep you here."
"No its fine Kurt," she said. "Mom and Dad said I can stay here all night, if I want. If, if I'm not imposing, of course," she added softly.
"Nein, of course not..." he replied, giving her a gentle hug. "There's a guest room just down the hall from me... you can spend the night there... once you vant to sleep, that it," he added mischievously.
"Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, leaning back in the hug to gaze at his yellow-gold eyes. His gaze glanced up briefly, and when she looked she could only smile. Kurt's tail had, from somewhere (no doubt hidden behind his back) snagged a mistletoe and was now currently dangling it over the happy couple.
Amanda's lips met Kurt's, and he tossed the mistletoe away idly as they embraced. It had served its purpose.
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They spent the remainder of the evening together, cuddled up together on the couch, content and happy in one another's embrace. They talked little, apparently more interested in conveying their feelings.
Neither spoke about their gifts. Both were too nervous, too filled with doubts and little fears. Though their thoughts were nearly the same. They'd both put heart and soul into thinking of what to get, and into the very gifts they'd gotten. Now all they needed to do was give them.
It was Kurt who finally broke the ice, gathering up Amanda and her warm coat and taking her to his bedroom. A little confused, she slid it on, wondering if he was going to teleport them somewhere outside. She hoped not, it was darn cold out. Freezing, at least, since any water outside was frozen solid. Even the pool, though one could not tell from the covering that had been placed over it in late autumn to keep out leaves.
Kurt led Amanda out onto the balcony just outside his room, keeping the door open. In the back of his mind he could just hear a certain voice (which sounded suspiciously like Logan) telling him he was wasting heat by leaving the door open, but he ignored it.
"So where's my Christmas present?" asked Amanda, leaning against the balcony. Her tone, that of a whiney kid, was all for show, as they both knew. Still, she was curious. The suspense was killing her. Her heart was beating in overdrive, and her hands were trembling.
"Vhere's mine?" he replied, deliberately being coy as he leapt up and perched on the railing next to Amanda.
"I asked first. And don't even think about arguing with me," she said, waving her finger at him in mock-anger. "Otherwise we'll be endlessly caught in a circle of you 'you first' and 'no you.'"
"Far be it for to argue with your impeccable logic," he replied, planting a soft kiss on her forehead as he leapt gracefully down from his perch to go into his room and locate it. He made a big show of it as she watched, going through his dressers, under his bed, as if he was searching for it. Even giving exaggerated head-shaking as if saying 'Nope, not this... no where did I put it?' Amanda giggled, he was so funny sometimes. He could've been put into a TV show and she'd be his number one fan.
Like she wasn't already.
"Ah, here it is," he stated, pulling out a small box from underneath his bed and holding it in his hands. It was about the size of a basketball, dark violet in color. It was wrapped exquisitely in green and red and gold alternating striped bow. A simple tag was included with its sender and receiver, though there was no need since it was just for her. Even the box looked beautiful, and Amanda was loath to tear it open when Kurt laid it in her hands.
"Go on," he whispered softly. His voice trembled, but from nervousness or emotion she couldn't tell. Gently, slowly, she tore away the beautiful wrappings and the covering of the box. To her surprise underneath was a normal cardboard box. No markings, nothing covering it at all. She glanced at Kurt, but he continued to watch her with bland innocence.
Shrugging, Amanda opened the box, greeted almost immediately by a rather large amount of packaging white fluff. So that was his game. Get her hopes up with a big box, then hide whatever he'd really gotten her inside. Trickster, she thought with a smirk as she dug in, carefully placing the fluff aside in one neat little pile.
Then she found it. A small, very tiny black satin box. It looked like... no, he couldn't have gotten her that, could he? No, it was too much to hope for. This had to be some sort of incredible dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream...
Kurt sat down alongside Amanda, gently placing his two-fingered, fuzzy blue hand over hers. He shifted, moving over gracefully until he was partially in front of her, taking the black box from her, though still holding it out before her.
Amanda swore she couldn't breath. Her heart was doing double-time now, and she felt like she was going to do something silly like faint.
"Amanda..." he said, his voice very quiet. "I thought a lot about what I wanted to get you. What I could get that showed you how much I cared for you. And I do care, a great deal."
"Kurt, I..." she started to say, but a fuzzy blue finger gently pressed against her lips.
"Shhh," he whispered back. "Let me finish. I love you, Amanda. Ever since that Sadie Hawkin's Dance, when you saw who I truly was and said you weren't afraid. I never believed there was anyone in the world as wonderful as you. You've been the only person, apart from my parents, who never screamed."
Kurt gently opened the black box, showing Amanda what was inside. A simple golden band of metal, intricately decorated with tiny little markings. It was thin at the far end, then gradually thickened until it came to, yes it was real, a diamond. Not too big, not too small. It caught the light from the moon and glittered like a frosty star.
Again Amanda felt she couldn't breath. That she was going to faint. Kurt's hand slid from her mouth to her shoulder, helping to keep her upright, for which she was grateful. She didn't want to lose consciousness now. Not now, of all times. She blinked, taking a few moments to regain her breath, all the while watching Kurt.
"Amanda... I can't promise you forever," he said softly. "We're too young. We've still got many years to change and grow. I can't promise what might not happen."
"Kurt, we..." she started to say, before she got a good look at his eyes.
Eyes were a window to the soul, some said. Kurt's certainly proved this true. His soul was golden with his kindness and his good will, his freedom from malice. But his eyes showed how he felt too. They sparkled when he laughed. They grew watery when he cried. They darkened when he grew angry. Looking at them now, Amanda saw wisdom and maturity. He'd obviously thought this through. He knew exactly what he was saying.
"I won't promise forever, liebchen," he whispered softly. Then, he reached into the box, and tugged on something. Amanda blinked her eyes, watching as Kurt drew on a thing silver chain she hadn't noticed before. It went through the ring, allowing Kurt to draw it up out of the box and dangle it gently before Amanda's eyes.
"I can't, so I won't... but..." he started, then hesitated, dropping his gaze. Amanda reached out, placing her small hands over his free one. He smiled, lifting his head. "Until ve're ready, for forever... I hope you'll keep this with you... as a symbol of how much I care for you."
"Oh Kurt..." she whispered, breathless, unable to say anything else. So she managed a very slight nod. His face broke into a smile, and he gently lifted the two of them into a standing position. Taking the silver necklace in his hands he draped it over Amanda's head and the back of her neck, gently arranging her long dark hair over it. It, like the ring, was perfect, the right length and felt cool against her skin. The ring rested comfortably just below her collarbone.
"Until forever," he intoned softly. And Amanda broke down, launching herself at Kurt and flinging her arms around his neck, bringing him down into a long and passionate kiss. Kurt went willing, his lips sealed against hers as he wrapped his arms around her and held them both upright as they kissed again and again, until both their lips went numb and they were left breathless.
"So..." said Kurt, with more than a little of his usual humor back. "Vhere's meine present?"
Amanda gave a smirk that put Kurt's to shame, reaching down to the pocket of her jacket and sliding her hand in. Now it was Kurt's turn to be nervous, to be tense. He could only imagine what lay within, though the dimensions of her pocket did narrow down the possibilities.
Thus, he was rather surprised when she drew out a blue, exquisitely wrapped bow-thingies, much like the one he'd had on her gift before it had been opened. However, curiously, nothing lay beneath it. Kurt gave her a puzzled look, raising one eyebrow.
No words were spoken, as Amanda placed the bow atop of her head, and gave Kurt another beautiful, perfect smile, showing off every one of her pristine, snow-white teeth.
"Merry Christmas, Kurt," she said softly. "I hope you like your present."
"Its the best thing anyone could have ever gotten me," he replied, drawing her in close and kissing her softly. His kiss was brief this time, conveying an unbelievable tenderness as he leaned back and smiled, admiring his 'gift.' Amanda blushed softly under the inspection. She had no idea how beautiful Kurt found her.
"Oh look," she whispered, clasping her hands in front of her and pointing upwards. Kurt looked. It was snowing again. Tiny white particles drifted down to rest in the dark locks of his girlfriend and along his blue fur. The moment was so unbelievable Kurt half-suspected he was still asleep, dreaming the entire thing.
Gently Kurt pinched his own furry arm, delighted that he felt pain. It was real. It was all real. Amanda loved him, and he did her, and they'd both gotten the best Christmas gifts ever.
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In Caldecott, Mississippi...
A ring came from the doorbell, immediately causing the middle-aged lady to raise her head. She'd heard footsteps approaching, but before she could reach the door her auburn-haired guest (guest? Heck, former daughter) had beaten her too it.
"Ah hope ya don't mahnd Irene, Ah invited someone to spend the naht with us," said Rogue as she opened the door, admitting their guest. Irene could not see him, but she knew perfectly well who he was, and why he was there.
"Of course Rogue. I knew you would. Please, Mr. LeBeau, come in," she beckoned in their guest.
Remy stepped in, declining Rogue's offer to take his coat as he took in the room. His keen, red on black eyes took in every thing, noting everything of value. Though he had no intentions of stealing (something he never did on this particular holiday) old habits definitely died hard.
A low growl to his left came from the dog. A great big, short-haired Doberman. It bared its teeth at Remy, but was too well-trained to bark. He regarded it casually, one hand slipped down into his pockets, resting comfortably against a chosen card. Ace of Spades, in case the mutt got wild. He hated dogs.
"Oh don't mahnd her," said Rogue, beckoning him in. "Cassie doesn't like strangers much."
"So it seems," remarked Remy, glancing at the dog. Rogue headed off to get the table set up for Christmas dinner. Destiny went to help. The instant she left, the dog's eyes flashed yellow, the pupils narrow to slits. Then they returned to normal. Remy figured as much. Surprised she hadn't picked a cat, but Rogue had once told him she hated cats. Made sense he guessed. He smirked, giving her a nod. She recognize him, he recognized her. But they could put aside their difference for tonight, for the person they mutually cared for.
"'fraid I gotta eat and run chere," he remarked when she returned. "Can't stay long."
"Well I got you a present... at least get that before you go," she replied, beckoning Remy into the living room. He sat down on the couch next to Rogue. Irene sat across from them in her customary rocking chair, and the dog sat down by Rogue, next to her leg, watching everything with its keen eyes.
"I, ah, got you somethin' too chere," he remarked, pulling out a flat, wrapped gift from behind his back. Concealed by his trench coat until just a few moments ago, he dusted it off and handed it dramatically to Rogue.
"She's read it already," remarked Irene from her seat near the fireplace. Rogue frowned, idly tearing away the wrapping to find the cover of her favorite book beneath. Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. True, she had read it before, but she didn't own it. It was a very sweet gesture. Then her natural suspicions got the best of her and she glanced sideways at Remy.
"Paid in full," he replied, one hand over his heart. "Thieves honor."
The dog growled low at Remy. Though Rogue didn't recognize it, the other two present did. They all knew what she thought of thieves honor.
"Oh, and ah... this is for ya," added Rogue, handing him her gift. It was much smaller, a box, carefully wrapped and prepared. Remy smiled, deftly unwrapping the bow and paper both without a single tear, handing them neatly folded to Rogue to dispose of as he admired his newfound gift.
"Cute," he replied, slipping open the deck and letting his fingers spread the cards before his eyes like a practiced magician. Though he wasn't, he did know a few tricks of the trade. Sleight of hand always being much needed in his profession. The type of cards gave him pause, however. "Tarot?"
"Thought maybe you'd be getting tired of playin' solitaire," she stated with a smirk. "Just promise me you won't use 'em as weapons."
"Well thank you very much chere," he said, meaning every word.
"Well, you can't stay long," said Irene. "Let's eat."
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In Hawaii...
Scott Summers was on the beach, watching Alex surf the waves as was his passion in life. Even on a night like this. Scott idly ran his fingers through the sand, thinking about her. Wondering if she liked his gift. He knew Alex would enjoy his. Photography wasn't his strong point but he did like it, and took such good pictures too. The digital version would make it easier for him to send it to Scott via his laptop.
He would enjoy it for sure. Jean was another matter. He'd spent hours frantically trying to find something for her, asking the advice of his best friends (those who wouldn't squeal to her) and eventually settled on Kurt's idea. A bracelet. Not too gaudy, not too committed, but sweet and endearing all the same.
Alex whooped way out as he caught a good wave. Scott shivered as he watched his brother. Unlike him, Scott was bundled up in thick layers. Hawaii wasn't infamous for snow but it was still very cold. His brother was just wearing a dive suit. He was crazy for going out in that icy water. Still, gotta do what you love.
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In Hartford, Connecticut...
Jean Grey was up late. Her mother, father, and sister had long since gone to bed, eagerly awaiting tomorrow when their gifts would be open. But she sat on the couch, watching old holiday specials and shivering. She was cold. And lonely. She kept wishing for an arm to wrap around her shoulders.
She smiled, thinking about Scott. Having fun down in Hawaii with his brother and his adopted family. Not even a week had passed and already she missed him. She hoped he enjoyed her gift. It wasn't anything special, just a red sweater. But she'd knit it herself (after convincing Ororo to teach her how) and endowed it with all the warm feelings she had for Scott.
Now if she could only keep herself warm.
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In Northbrook, Illinois...
"Wow, thanks Kitty," said Lance, pulling his gift out of the wrapping. It was Christmas day, and though Kitty was Jewish they'd decided to exchange presents together. Lance admired his new watch, turning it this way and that. He'd been in need of one since almost as long as he could remember. At least since Northbrook, when his last watch (stolen) had been dropped and broken. He'd make sure no such thing happened to this one. Not a gift from Kitty.
"Here, open mine," he said, pushing his packaged towards her. It was about the same size as the watches packaging, though more crudely wrapped and bundled. No tag was added, just on the top in pen the sender and receiver. It was Lance's only gift.
They were spending the holidays together, with Kitty's parents. Lance had no where in particular to go (the orphanage certainly wouldn't be happy to see him) and Kitty had invited him to join her for the winter break. Though Kitty's parents had been skeptical, even down right suspicious of Lance when he'd first arrived (their last meeting having started on very shaky ground) Kitty convinced them that Lance had changed. Upon hearing how Lance had risked his life on more than one occasion to save their beloved Kitty, they'd decided to give him a second chance.
Her mother, Rebecca, rather like Lance once she'd gotten past his rough, hardened exterior. She saw how he cared for Kitty, and in truth, that was all a mother truly cared about for her baby.
Carmen Pryde, her father, was less than impressed. But he kept most of his thoughts and opinions to himself. For now.
"Oh Lance... they're beautiful," remarked Kitty, pulling out the sapphire earrings and admiring them. Tiny little studs they were, nothing fancy or extravagant. But they were none-the-less very beautiful, and Kitty couldn't imagine they'd been cheap by any stretch of the imagination.
Kitty's mother snapped a picture of her daughter with the new earrings, holding them up so all could see.
"Happy Hanukah," he said, managing to totally mangle the word. And he knew it, too. But Kitty only smiled. He was trying, at least.
"And Merry Christmas to you."
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In Bayville, NY...
Dorian Leech smiled as his thumbs actively slammed down against his controller, directing his car in the race of his life. His mom never got him those cool fighting games, like Mortal Kombat, but it was still cool to have such a good gaming system. And his mom was only looking out for him, after all.
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In Roanoke, VA...
It was Christmas morning at the Smith household. Tabitha's mother, Mrs. Smith, was still in bed, very much asleep. Her health had improved greatly in the past year, since her daughter had come back to support her, working in a music store nearby. They were by no means wealthy, but they had a roof over their heads and food on their table. And none of it was stolen.
Tabitha and her houseguest, Amara, had woken up early to exchange presents, before Mrs. Smith woke. She'd worn herself out last night at her own job, and they wanted to give her peace and quiet. Amara was staying with them for the winter break, since her own home didn't celebrate Christmas. That and she didn't want to inconvenience the Professor to fly her home to Nova Roma.
"Here's yours Tabby," said Amara, sliding her small but well made present over to Tabitha, who eagerly tore into it, tossing scraps of wrapping everywhere as she reached in.
"Ooooh... pretty," she whispered, her voice several octaves higher than usual. Making her sound even more like a six-year-old girl. Amara giggled, covering her mouth so the sound wouldn't awaken Mrs. Smith. She was just in the other room down the hall after all. It wasn't a very big house. Tabitha smiled, reaching in, and pulled out her gift. Two gold bracelets that had formerly adorned the arms of a certain Royal Princess of Nova Roma. Tabitha smiled, appreciating both the gift and the intimate nature of it.
"Thanks girl..." she said softly, trying on the bracelets. They fit perfectly. "You're turn," she added, pushing her own gift across the wrapping strewn floor to Amara. Amara tore into it with slightly less eagerness than Tabby herself. When her gift was revealed, however, she raised an eyebrow in confusion as she drew it out and held it before her.
"Lingerie?" Amara asked, partially in confusion, partially sarcastic. Tabitha nodded, smiling. Amara rolled her eyes. Sweet though the gift was, she couldn't help but think that Tabitha had absolutely no shame at times.
Didn't stop them from being the best of friends though. There's no one she would've rather spent her Christmas with.
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In New York City, NY...
Warren was spending Christmas the way he used to. By visiting an orphanage laden with toys. His wings were skillfully hidden beneath his red sweater, but he was an angel to the beautiful faces of the boys and girls who received their first good present in many years.
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In Russia...
Piotr Rasputin smiled as he watched his little sister, Illyana, making snow-angels in the powdery white snow that covered the fields. It was good to be home with his family again, knowing they were all safe and happy.
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In Bayville, NY...
Forge had immediately set to work with present, a pair of new tools. His arm may have been versatile but it did lack a few functions. And now he was compensated with tools of only the highest quality. So he immediately returned to work, putting form to thought, shape to ideas
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In Brazil...
The mutant known as Sunspot lay in the snow, soaking up the warm sun's rays whenever they poked through the cloud cover. With the golden rays help Roberto had rolled the biggest snowman his family had ever seen on their lawn. Its bottom piece was almost as big as a boulder. And he wasn't even done yet. Just takin' a break to get juiced up.
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In the Morlock Tunnels...
Spyke dropped the turkey and the plate underneath onto the wooden table in the middle of the Alley. It was quite a haul, considering the turkey was big enough for all the Morlocks to eat and was still warm. Stealing a turkey like that hadn't been easy, but he and Facade had managed to pull it off. Spyke extended his hand, allowing a short spike to pop free with a sharp edge, so he could slice apart the turkey and distribute it, equally, to the Morlocks.
Callisto watched with a smile, a rough yet functional sweater wrapped around her normally bare arms to keep her warm. The Morlock tunnels were very cold this time of year. No snow ever came down, but the waters ran high and sometimes icy cold. It wasn't pleasant, but it was their home. A tug on her pants brought Callisto's attention to Torpid, and she bent down, lifting the little Morlock girl up so she could watch Spyke prepare their dinner.
"An intruder is present," stated Calliban, his dull monotone voice cutting through the still air like a knife. After a moment, he added "Berzerker..."
Ray Crisp stepped out of the shadows, knowing their was no point in trying to stay hidden any longer. He held up his hands in the universal 'I mean no harm' position, for all the good it did him. Every single Morlock, save Evan, fixed him with a death-glare that put Rogue's to shame.
"Hey whoa, its okay... I'm not here to cause trouble," he said.
"What are you doing here, Ray?" asked Spyke, stepping protectively between the two groups. To protect them both, really.
"Just came with a peace offering, that's all," replied the blonde & red headed boy, ducking back into the shadows. He emerged half a moment later, carrying a large black garbage bag. However, garbage was not contained therein. He ripped open the side, allowing its real contents to spill out across the damp floor. Presents, wrapped and tied, of all shapes and sizes.
"Best I could do," he stated. "Spent every last penny I had."
A number of Morlock children surged forward, headed by Torpid, but they came to an abrupt halt as Callisto stood next to Spyke in front of them. Her expression was one filled with anger, and her one blue eye glinted dangerously.
"You expect us to just simply forget what happened?" she asked Ray. "That you abandoned us? You think these will atone for what you've done?"
"Callisto," whispered Evan softly, before Ray could reply. "Not today. Put it aside just for today... the kids need this."
Callisto sighed, deeply, and nodded gently. Torpid and the other Morlock kids took this as a sign and rushed forward to grab and gather presents, trading amongst themselves what they wanted. A number of teenaged and adult Morlocks went with them, since most of those who lived down in the Alley owned only the clothes on their back. Ray had, thoughtfully, chosen a wide mix of gifts, including some simple books (a few Morlocks could read, though most couldn't), dolls, toys, just about anything he'd spied that looked fun and cheap. Also included were a number of batteries, easily enough for at least a month or so of enjoyment. Torpid in particular looked very pleased with her newly acquired doll, and skipped off merrily to go play.
"Come on," said Spyke, patting Ray on the back and directing him towards the big wooden table where their meal lay. "Grab a slice of turkey... its the least we can do to repay you for this."
"Thanks," he replied. Callisto and Scaleface joined them, and the sounds of merriment filled the normally quiet tunnels of the Morlocks.
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In San Francisco, CA...
Jubilee ripped open her gift as her adopted parents looked on. She hadn't gotten much this year, but a DVD of the Matrix: Reloaded (Bobby) and some tinted pink sunglasses (Scott) was nothing to sniff at. Scott's gift had, of course, included a note suggesting she wear his gift and stop stealing his own shades when she wanted to wear some.
She giggled at that.
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In Kenya, Africa...
Ororo sat on the high peak of the mountain. She did not feel the cold, but still she shivered. Her memories of last Christmas swarming around her mind like a pack of vultures. She remembered well her time with Vivian, her sister, and her husband. With her nephew Evan. Who was now gone, she reminded herself. Gone and off with the Morlocks.
A gust of wind ruffled her ivory white hair, but she paid it no mind. It wasn't like she should care. She didn't normally celebrate the holiday of Christmas anyway. But last year had been so peaceful, so relaxing. It had been good to spend time with her family, and even, she admitted to herself, use her powers in a way that wasn't destructive but was fun.
Fun...
Her life now was anything but. Still, she could take peace in the few days she had away from the hectic lifestyle of an X-Woman. So she sat, meditated, and relaxed. She was one with nature. A vessel to its power and beauty.
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In Scotland...
A brown blur bounded effortlessly through the snow that covered the Scottish hillsides. It came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, shaking off the accumulated snow and revealing beneath the russet-furred form of a great wolf. The wolf's form shifted, stretching, growing, as she stood on two legs and stretched out her arms wide, giving a yawn. It was always such fun, thought Rahne Sinclair, to run through the snow. She couldn't understand why more people didn't do it.
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In Bayville, NY...
"Here ya go, my Crimson Cutie... hope you like," said Todd, tossing the package in question at Wanda, who caught it, eyeing it warily. Knowing Toad, it could contain anything. A love poem, a sappy romance novel. Lingerie. She shuddered at the very thought. Reluctantly, however, she unwrapped her gift and took out what he'd gotten her.
She, her twin, Fred and Todd had gathered 'round on Christmas morning. There weren't a great number of gifts to exchange, but those that were meant the world to the people who gave them. Forget commercialism, Fred had said, it was the Spirit of Christmas that counted. Actually he used a much more nasty F-word than Forget, but the message got across. So it was that the Brotherhood were exchanging gifts on Christmas Day.
Wanda's death-gaze had settled after she peered down at her present, pulling out what it was. Linkin' Park CD's. She absolutely loved their music, it fit her so perfectly (though she could never perfectly explain why she felt so) but she'd never gotten around to buying the CD's herself. She smiled, turning back to face Todd, but to her surprise he was already right up in front of her, dangling... oh god, was that a mistletoe?
Once again the Brotherhood had a lesson in simply biology, as well as theology. If God had wanted Toads to fly, he'd make them annoy Wanda. Who said you needed school to learn things.
A ring came from the doorbell, and all the mutants (save Todd, who was currently lying upside down against the far wall) lifted their heads. Pietro was there in an instant, peering through the peep-hole. Whoever it was must've been good, for he immediately opened the door, admitting who it was. Wanda slipped to her feet, curious to know who would want to possibly visit the Brotherhood. It wasn't Kitty, she and Lance were already long gone. That left...
Eric Magnus Lensherr stepped across the threshold of the Brotherhood Boarding house, immediately making a mental note to increase the budget of his son's credit card. Improvements definitely needed to be made to the place if he and his daughter would be living there. It was better than when Mystique had run it, since the Brotherhood's brief brush with fame as saviors (he still chuckled to think of that) but needed work none-the-less. Eric was, of course, immediately surrounded by his children, and he eagerly dropped into their eager arms the gifts he'd been carrying. It was oh-so-hard to look dignified when your arms were laden with holiday presents.
"Happy late Chanukah," he said, giving them both a pat on the head with his gloved hands. Pietro and Wanda both smiled up at him. As unalike as two sides of a coin it was, in times like this, that their relationship was apparent. Eric could see Magda in both of them, in their blue eyes.
"Oiy!" came a shout from out back, and Eric stifled a groan. A loud thump was heard outside, followed by a round of cursing. "One of you blighters plan on givin' me a hand or wot?! Bloody holiday gifts, says Magneto... yeah, but 'oo gets ta carry the bloody things?!"
"Mr. Dukes, Mr. Tolenski," stated Eric in his most commanding, obey-or-suffer voice. "Assist Mr. Allerdyce with the remaining gifts... bring them inside."
"Uh, yeah... thank you sir," said Fred as he waddled past Eric. "Uhm, Merry Christmas to you."
Todd managed something of a similar nature, though it was lost in mumbling as he and Fred stumbled outside to help John get their remaining gifts inside. It looked like quite a haul, and for once the Brotherhood mutants were glad they worked for their white-haired employer.
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In Dark Hollow, NY...
The Moonstar family was not known for having a history of celebrating Christmas. Or any other holiday of a similar nature. However, they were slowly adopting the customs of what her great-grandfather had once dubbed the 'white man.' And, Danielle, thought it was fun to get gifts from friends and family. Even if her family now consisted of just her grandfather Black Eagle and her friend Kitty Pryde.
Still, a beaded necklace and a book on interpreting dreams wasn't too shabby.
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In the Canadian wilderness...
Logan moved with purpose, stepping over branches and rocks. He made no effort to hide himself, walking forward completely in the open. Thus he wasn't terribly surprised when, as he paused to get his bearings, a long metal blade pressed up against his neck, just next to his spine.
"Nice to see you too kid," he remarked casually, not turning around.
"I thought I told you I hated that name," she stated darkly. "What're you doing here?"
"Just droppin' off somethin'... no need to get all riled up," he remarked, shifting his arm casually to allow the package slung across his shoulder to slide to the ground. "Oh and Merry Christmas," he said, with as close to a smile as he ever got.
With that, Logan walked off, leaving X23 to watch him in confusion as she sheathed her claws. Gingerly she opened the pack that Wolverine had left for her, examining its contents. Books. Not children's books either, but good reading. 'Lord of the Flies.' 'Avalon.' 'The Hobbit.' But before X23 could give her thanks, Logan was long gone. Smiling, she whispered to no one in particular, then went to go enjoy her gift.
"Merry Christmas," she said.
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In Kentucky...
Sam and Paige were, unsurprisingly, the first ones to the gifts, in what soon became a flurry of wrapping paper and packaging, all strewn about the room. The elder Guthrie's watched with indulgent smiles, no doubt reminded of their own childhoods when they too had gleefully ripped open their gifts to discover what everyone had brought them. Between the many kids the entire floor was practically covered in bows and colored paper, as well as a number of toy packages of plastic and cardboard.
It was anarchy.
It was a typical Guthrie Christmas.
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In Boston, MA...
Bobby smirked, watching as his brother waved his flag half-heartedly in surrender. He wasn't surprised. What fool honestly took a person called Iceman on in a snowball fight? Still, it was fun, and he was glad Ronny challenged him to a round or two. To much better than going up against Amara, Ray and Jubilee. They cheated big time.
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In London, England...
Elisabeth Braddock, more commonly known as Betsy, and less commonly known as Psylocke, had awoken early, sneaking down to find out what her gifts were this Christmas. Utilizing the stealth and grace normally only associated with black-clad ninjas, Betsy slipped down the creaky stairs of the Braddock Mansion without waking anyone. Not her parents, not her brother Brian.
So it was she found herself gazing at the tiny pile of presents, neatly arranged for herself, her brother, and her parents. From herself and her twin, of course.
One gift in particular drew her attention. A long, slender box wrapped in green and red. It was very flat, and wide. Curiosity got the better of her, and she dared a quick glance around to see if anyone was around. Satisfied no one was, she held out her fist, allowing a semi-transparent psi-blade of purple energy to coalesce around it. The light shined on the room, giving it an eerie purple glow. It illuminated her dark violet locks and the red tattoo along her left cheek.
Deftly she slit the packaging, opening the container, and beheld what was inside, allowing her psi-blade to fade away. What she saw took her breath away.
A katana and wakizashi set. A matching set, intricately designed in the shapes of oriental dragons along the hilt. Cautiously Betsy reached in, picking up the longer of the two blades, the katana. Reverently she slid it from its sheath, admiring the blade. It was real, no less. Not some cheap imitation to gather dust on the mantelpiece. Real, razor keen steel.
It was the best gift she could've ever received.
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In Washington D.C...
A much needed break was being taken from their scientific work, as Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy were taking time to enjoy the season. It was a quiet occasion for the two longtime colleagues. Just like last year had been, when they'd read of the mysterious 'angel' sighting.
As he drank his coffee, Professor Xavier found his thoughts wandering. Thoughts of Gabrielle, of his son David, and even his brother Cain. His was a truly a twisted family tree, he decided bitterly. Yet he had still not given up hope that he would see David again someday. And not Lucas, as he called himself. David, his son.
Sipping his coffee, Charles silently wished his half-brother and son a Merry Christmas.
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In Bayville, NY...
Kurt and Amanda entwined themselves in one another's arms on the balcony, their lips sealed against one another as their souls bonded together. The silver moonlight poured down over them both, washing them in silver light, as snow fell all around them.
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And in other parts of the world, mutants and humans awoke to a wonderful, beautiful Christmas day. They exchanged gifts and shared laughter and company, families and friend united by a holiday of good will and peace.
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Author's Notes:
Awwww, wasn't that just cute? My teeth ache because it was so sweet. I hope everyone enjoyed my take on the other holiday-goers, since it was a royal pain trying to think of what to do with them all. Santa can keep his job, far as I'm concerned. Some obviously much longer than others, based on the groups and the particular people. Roberto, for example, one of the shortest because so little is known about him. Its his own fault. And yes I know I skipped Jamie. I know absolutely nothing about him, like his family or where he's from. Let alone what to have him give/receive for Christmas. One of the last characters mentioned, Psylocke (for those who honestly don't know who Betsy Braddock is) is for Elisabeth Braddock-Grey (the ff.net authoress) who is recently returning to us from a long time away at boot camp. That's my holiday gift to her. If you're all worried, don't fret, I've still got two more chapters coming. An epilogue, showing a Christmas with Kurt and Amanda ten years in the future. And one other chapter, not to be posted, involving a more... sensual... love-scene between the lovebirds. By request only, as soon as it is ready.
Elrohirthewriter: Believe you me, I would like nothing more than Jean to go all Phoenixy and leave, thus leaving Scott open for Rogue again. Here's hoping! Interesting idea, talking to Destiny about a present. I had thought about that in regard to Kurt. In German: Dankeschoen, meine freund!
Kinomi: That's not the golden rule, that's just some silly truth you're telling me. Glad you're liking the cuteness though. If a talented writer like you finds it good I must be on the right track.
The Rogue Witch: Did the present surprise you? You were right, it wasn't typical. I'd like to think that it fit though. And most of the other characters did as well. I was gonna toss in a villain originally, but decided most of my stories I'd had enough of 'em.
Ray1: Best of what so far? Best XME fic in general? Best of my works (I hope not)? Best Christmas story? Though I will keep it up, and submit the final chapter shortly.
Gambi316: Ah, then everything is going according to plan. Excellent.
CrypticIdentity: Now you know. Was it everything you hoped? *snicker* Legolas. I did like the turtledoves idea, however.
RogueSummers: Glad you like. I must be doing a good job.
Snitter in Rivendell: It was a bit of foreshadowing yes, but not maybe in the way you think. You'll see where it goes. Glad you like my portrayal of the Seftons and the cuteness and general fluff throughout both initial chapters. I think Internutter did a better Kurmanda than me though, even if she did a heck of a lot more Kurrty's. Maybe second best is where this goes. Just one more chapter after this, plus, of course, the request chapter.
Steven P.P: Well thank you kindly, glad you're enjoying the read. And I think Elrohirthewriter put it best when he said we've all been in spots like that. Truth be told, I still -am- in a spot like that.
Faith Darkholme: Well, there you go. Did you enjoy the presents and the appearance of Mystique with her other kid? I certainly hope so.