Hello to all my WSS fans! I felt in the Christmas mood and decided to do a ficcy about it. I was going to add it to Spitfire, but I hadn't updated so... For those of you who haven't read Spitfire, this may not make sense. Very Fluffy.
Baby-John rose Christmas morning and crept out to the living room. He lit the small Christmas tree that his family had and sat, watching it. It was too early to open presents, but he couldn't sleep. He sat silently, Chino sleeping on his couch, and closed his eyes, remembering.
Markus, Baby-John's brother, older by almost 17 years, sat laughing with him.
"Come on Johnny, open your gift!" he urged happily as Baby-John, age 10, nodded and grabbed for a present.
"What is it Markus?" he asked eagerly, tearing at the paper. His mother sat sewing, watching her boys and smiling. His father, albeit he didn't understand a thing his boys said, played his old violin. Baby-John held up a thin comic book.
"It's Superman." Markus explained, "So you have a hero."
"You're my hero Mark." He laughed. Markus sadly shook his head,
"No, my kind shouldn't be your hero's… you're too good for that kid…" He pulled his little brother into a strong hug and smiled.
Baby-John sat crying silently. Was it really so long ago? He wondered sadly. He turned to glance at Rita's cousin, Chino, sleeping on their couch. Rita was in her room by the fire escape. Mark's room… he thought sadly. No! his mind yelled, today's gonna be happy. Mama and Papa got all the papers yesterday… Today is going to be great! The best Christmas ever… But his heart still hurt for his brother… only four years… four long years…
Lieutenant Schrank moved up to the door of the run down apartment. He hated doing this. Damn kids. He'd be greeted by some hysterical mother, or a drunken father probably… He struck the door hard, only to be answered by a young boy holding a Superman comic.
"Can I help ya?" he asked.
"Yeah kid, is this the Lindberg place?"
"Yah."
"Where are your parents kid?" he growled.
"Inside." Said Baby-John.
"Do you know a Markus Lindberg?" he asked.
"He's my brother." Mrs. Lindberg came to the door.
"Can I help you?" she asked sweetly.
"Your son Markus is dead." Schrank said bluntly. The old woman stood frozen.
"No… he was just home with us an hour ago… for Christmas…" The old woman yelled something in Swedish and an old man came out, shaken.
"I'm sorry for your loss…" muttered Schrank. "Damn gangs you know." He said walking off.
They cried for hours that day… he thought, but not today… Today we make our family whole. Chino shifted on the couch.
"Juanito? What are you doing up?" he asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.
"Nuthin Chino…" he said smiling. "Merry Christmas."
"Feliz Navidad Juanito." Rita, tired, strolled out.
"Merry Christmas Rita!" he yelled.
"Merry Christmas Juanito." She laughed, hugging him. Mr. and Mrs. Lindberg moved into the room, echoing the happiness the three youngsters set. Baby-John looked at him mother pleadingly, begging and she smiled.
"You two have been a part of our family for some time now. We wish to make it permanent." She said, smiling at her husband. Chino and Rita looked at them confused as they handed them papers. "It costed all of Johan's money for school we had been saving, but… this is better. We all agreed." Rita read the word slowly.
"A-dop-te-on?"
"Adoption!" yelled Baby-John. "You're gonna be my brother and sister now! We're gonna be a family!"
"A family." gasped Rita, who had only known her cousin's family.
"A real one." whispered Chino, recalling his dead mother and drunken father. They looked at each other and smiled.
"S�." Chino moved to his new mother and kissed her, causing her to smile. Rita went to her new Papa and hugged him. And Baby-John just stood there, watching… remembering his old brother, and loving his new family.
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