I don't own Home Alone


Family. A term that was a great importance and something that Kate McCallister had great care about. Seeing her children gathered around the Christmas Tree exchanging presents with one another and her husband sitting on the sofa next to her, Kate could wish for nothing more on this special day. Her eyes felt heavy from the flights and the stress that she endured, but this was an exceptional Christmas miracle that she had made it home in time. Now she could relax with a small cup of red wine and smile at the sight before her.

"Don't you want to rest for a little while?" she heard Peter whispering to her. He could see the exhaustion that lingered upon her eyes but Kate responded with a shake of her head and a smile towards her husband.

"I am fine right where I am," she said and snuggled close to Peter as he draped an arm around her shoulder and kissed her upon the head.

Linnie slowly looked up at her parents and smiled to herself. There was something about the way that they loved each other that made her happy. She knew that she was yet too young to really fall in love but high school was not only a place where she expanded her knowledge but also a place where she was also discovering herself...and the fact that there was a cute boy in her class.

"Cool!" Becky exclaimed as she held up a Christmas present that she had received from her sisters, "a Queen cassette collection!" She placed the cassette her chest and hugged it tightly as if her life was depending on it. She was really going to blast those CDs on her WalkMan when she got the chance.

"Looks like pooling in our allowances paid off," Megan whispered to Linnie. As opposed to her sister, Megan wasn't one to spend money. She would rather reserve that money for a 'rainy day' but Christmas always seemed to lift her spirits and be more giving. The only thing that she regretted was the fact that she didn't get her parents anything during this time of the year but she hoped that she would at least be able to get a job and make more money.

"I love it you guys," Becky spoke up and smiled to her sisters before enveloping them in a hug.

Both Megan and Linnie hugged back their sister and if there was something that both sisters learned this year was that they needed to be more giving. Perhaps this would also serve as a lesson to Becky, even though she had not gotten anyone anything.

Always the procrastinator Linnie thought after she let go of her sister. "So," she broke the silence between the group of three and looked at Becky, "how are things with uh, you know."

Becky cocked an eyebrow at what her sister was implying. "Who?"

Looking over her shoulder towards her parents, just to make sure that they weren't listening, she leaned forward towards Becky and Megan and whispered, "you know...Lucas."

Megan looked between Linnie and Becky, doing her best not to tease her sister. "Yeah," she chimed in and tapped her fingers against her knee and held an interested expression upon her face, "how is Lucas."

"The Loser is over at Montreal with his family," Becky said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Still a loser, huh?" Megan said with a slight laughter as she looked over at Linnie making the young blond blush.

"Why do you ask?" Becky said.

"Uh no reason," Linnie said as she looked down at the present that her mother had bought for her which was a hand knitted white scarf with a glittering snowflake on it.

How in the world her mother had found the time to make these gifts was beyond her! One theory was probably of the fact that her mother had done her shopping beforehand and hid them but amongst all the chaos a couple of days ago, she had forgotten to take them with her to Paris. Whatever the case was, Linnie was glad that they were all together. Looking behind her once more, she noticed that her mother had fallen asleep against her father's shoulder. A picture perfect moment between the both of them and one that Linnie enjoyed seeing.

Kevin on the other hand was too focused on looking at the presents that were around him. He had received a box set of MicroMachines, which he would to his enjoyment, but two presents that he was glad that he gotten was a TalkBoy and a polaroid camera. Imagine all of the pictures that he would be taking with this and not to mention the recordings with the TalkBoy.

As for Buzz and Jeff the two boys were not that thrilled with their Christmas presents, even if they involved suits that they had to wear on special occasions. Both Jeff and Buzz were really looking forward to to a new game for their play stations, but their mother was not keen on buying them presents where she knew would rot their minds. In Kate's opinion, she felt that the younger generation needed to be more active with things that didn't involve video games.

Putting his present to the side, Jeff folded the wrappings and neatly placed them to his left. "When will Uncle Frank and Aunt Leslie be back again?" he asked knowing that the last he had seen of them was in Paris.

"They should be back after New Years," Peter answered as he looked over to his son, "but they're flying back to Ohio. Frank has to go to work first thing in the morning after the holidays."

Kevin would be lying if he said he didn't feel relieved to hear that. Given the circumstances that had happened during the night before the family left for Paris he really didn't like Uncle Frank of how he treated him. Especially when his uncle called him a 'jerk.'

"Oh well," Becky then spoke up with a shrug of her shoulders, "there's always next year when we'll see them." Just like Kevin, Becky was reluctant to have her uncle around as well. He seemed to have this cold personality and she didn't appreciate that he would belittle her little brother whenever he got the chances, event when he joked around about it. Aunt Leslie was different of course, and she was one of the family members that Becky didn't mind having around.

"At least they get to spend their vacation in Paris," Buzz spoke up before being elbowed by Jeff.

"Shut up," Jeff whispered to him.

"You shut up," Buzz shot back at him.

"Boys," Kate's warning tone of voice said whilst her eyes still remained closed, "it's Christmas, let's enjoy this day without any debacles."

Before another fight broke out, Becky and Kevin shared a glance with one another before dissolving into giggles. At least it wasn't Kevin this time that started the fight.


Amy felt a pounding headache a couple of hours later after she woke up from a sudden blackout that she experienced. When she opened her eyes, she was met with a horrific sight. Her whole apartment had been turned upside down. Every single Christmas decoration that she had carefully calculated in putting at the right place had been torn from their proper place and thrown on the floor, plates were broken, and the pillows on the couches were all torn and their feathers protruding out.

Slowly, Amy lifted herself from the floor and ran a hand over her face only to pull away and see a streak of blood on her hand. Her eyes widened at the sight before her and her hands began to shake. What had just happened to her? Why couldn't she remember what had happened after those two men left her alone? That headache returned, worse than ever before and she could feel that it was draining the energy out of her.

She needed to get out of this place, but she knew that she couldn't or they would find her. Slowly getting up from the ground and on her feet, Amy stumbled into her bedroom and towards the closet where she pulled out a suitcase and threw all of her clothes in there. First instinct was to just leave Chicago and flee to her hometown in New York. Brooklyn had been the place of her birth before she moved to Manhattan and stayed there for a while. Then she met Harry and from there, the two had unexpectedly moved to Chicago eight years ago where they had made it their home. Taking a deep breath, Amy ran a hand through her hair and zipped up her suitcase before shoving it under her bed and closing her closet door. Depending on whether Robert and Ray were to return, she didn't want to rise their suspicion that she was thinking of fleeing.

Heading back over to the living room Amy swallowed as she looked at the mess that, she had come to the conclusion of that fact, she had made. She recalled that the last time she had done this it had been over eight years ago and she had found herself in her bed and Harry towering over her. He had been so gentle and caring of her during that hard time but she didn't know why he had changed into a man who was so cold and a...manipulative liar. Tears welled within her eyes as wiped them with her hands. Everything around her was crumbling to pieces that were impossible to put back together. No children, no husband, and supposedly no home after this whole mess that had been caused!

Suddenly, there was a click at the door and it slowly opened before two familiar, and unwanted, faces came to the door. Robert was the first to step in before being followed by his sidekick Ray. "Ow!" Ray exclaimed as he jumped out of the way and noticed a piece of glass that had went into his foot. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed and looked up at Amy.

Robert held out his arm towards Ray, knowing the volatile temper that he had, before he charged towards the woman. His eyes scanned the room before landing over to the woman and noticing the streak of blood that was caked on her skin. He let out a sigh as he kept staring at her in a mock sympathetic manner. "Was this really the time for you to be redecorating your home?" he asked her.

"No way," Ray seethed and pulled the piece of glass from his foot, "this was probably her plan to get back at us!"

Amy had never felt such fear before in her life. She took a step back from the two men as if Ray's explosive anger was going to radiate an invisible force upon her and knock her backward to the ground.

"Let's not jump to conclusions," Robert held his hands in the air as if he was enforcing a peace talk between the two of them. "I am sure that she is in a bit of a shock after learning back her husband's incarceration." Slowly, the older man approached Amy and took a hold of her arm.

Amy's reaction was to pull back from him, but his touch was gentle, as he guided her over to a chair by the kitchen. "Don't move," he said to her and went over to the sink. Opening the faucet, he let the water run over a kitchen towel before he headed back to Amy. Sitting in front of her, he placed the wet towel over her wound causing the woman to wince.

Amy didn't know what to make of this kind gesture that he was suddenly showing her. It was like this man was a wildcard as opposed to the predictable temper that Ray had. She didn't know which one of these men scared her more? The wildcard or the predictable one?

"This is rich," Ray said with a roll of his eyes at the sight before him.

Robert ignored his accomplice's voice for a moment before he finally cleaned the blood from Amy's temple. "Sometimes Ray," he suddenly said, not even bothering to turn around to look at him, "not everyone related to Harry is at fault."

"Are you kidding? She has lived with him, what, twelve years? He must have told her something about us and the group!" Ray exclaimed.

"He did not!" Amy spoke up, letting the anger take the better of her.

"Shut up!" Ray pointed a threatening finger towards her. "You don't get to say anything about all of this, got that?"

Amy furrowed her brows at the man and clenched her hands into fists. How dare he spoke to her like that! "May I tell you the same thing!" she shot back, "you're the one who stormed into my home."

"You little-" Ray growled and stalked towards Amy before cornering her to the wall. His voice dropped low and his blue eyes dangerously flashed at her. However, Amy wasn't going to cower and give him the satisfaction, no matter how intimidating he looked at her. She slightly raised her chin and dared to look at him straight him the eyes. Before she knew it, Ray wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed it tightly.

Amy let out a small whimper of fear at the unexpected movement. Her eyes looked over at Robert who had so generously helped her with the wound who was now staring at the both of them and not bothering to interfere. "Please," she said in a hoarse voice as she tried to pry of Ray's hand from her throat.

"What?" Ray asked as he leaned forward towards her, "I can't hear you. Say it again?"

Amy hated being played like this. "Please let go."

"Hmm, let me think about that. How about...no!" Ray said with a maniacal laugh.

Robert looked at the scene before hime with his hands behind his back. It was very foolish of Amy to speak like that but the more Ray held her like that, the less likely they were going to use to perform their deed. "Alright Ray let go of her," he said.

Giving her throat one last squeeze, Ray let go of Amy and her feet plummeted back on the floor. She crumpled on her knees and let out a cough adjust her breathing. She placed a hand on her neck and rubbed it, trying to soothe the pain from Ray's grip. A pair of feet came upon her vision and she didn't want to look up at either of the men. "I hate the fact that it had to be a lesson for you Mrs. Lime," Robert spoke.

"And get this doll face," Ray said as he knelt down and lifted her chin so she looked up at him, "next time I won't be so generous!"

"Let's only hope we won't get to that," Robert said and motioned for Ray to move aside. The younger male harshly let go of Amy's chin and Robert took the liberty and lifted her to her feet. "Now," he spoke as if this was just a normal morning between them, "we have a very important job for you and it requires all of your participation."

Whatever involvement these two men wanted her to be in, Amy didn't want to take any part of it. If she were to say no, she'd probably feel Ray's wrath once more upon her. If she were to say yes, she'd regret her choice. She swallowed and looked over at Robert. "What do you want for me to do?"

"You're going to pay Harry a visit," he told her, "and you're not to say a word about our meeting with you. You'd still ought to perform your job as a wife. We don't want him to arise any suspicion from him."

"Because if you do," Ray spoke up only to get a warning glare from Robert.

"We'll just leave it at that," Robert said, trying to clear the tension in the air, "Ray will let you know about the visiting hours for today and he'll be the one to guide you for your visitation."

Why him? Why you? Why this?! Amy wanted to scream but she knew that it wouldn't do her any good in this situation. "Alright," she swallowed and avoided eye contact with any of the men.

"Good," Robert replied to her with a nod of his head, "get cleaned up and we'll talk a little more about this...and if you could hurry up please? We're on a tight schedule."

He moved to the side to give her space and Amy immediately fast walked into the bathroom, slammed the door behind her, and locked it. No good would come out of this situation if she broke down and started crying. Who knows what they would do if she delayed them any further from their schedule.

Let's get this over this she thought as she turned on the shower and let the warmth of the water touch her skin.