A/N: Ohmygoodness guys! I wrote this for Christmas, and I was going to post it on Christmas - but my wifi was down! Then it came back the 26th and FanFiction was having technical difficulties and it wouldn't let me post!

Yes, this is a chapter. I know, I updated?! It's also not the final one, so you're welcome. I give you a little chapter of Ezekiel trying to match up Jassandra with mistletoe. Hope you enjoy!

It was Christmas time, Christmas is romantic, yeah? At least all those movies Cassandra watches non-stop seem to think so. Christmas was romantic, so what better time to get the two most stubborn people he knows to kiss? I mean, mistletoe's gotta be good for something, right?

My plan is quite simple, really. Baird and the Flynn went on vacation with Santa Clause, being weirdly exotic I might add, and oddly enough brought Jenkins with them. So, me – the most awesomest and trustworthy person I know, has been put in charge to babysit Santa's sleigh. With Cassandra and Stone's help, of course. So, what better time than to sprinkle a little Ezekiel Jones magic?

"Jones!" Stone yelled from the depths of the library. "Jones, I better not find you messin' 'round with that sleigh!"

I looked down, finding myself sitting in the very one. I must admit, I can't quite help myself. I jumped up from the sleigh, jerked the sheet over it, and leaned on the designated Jenkins counter all before Stone cowboy-walked his way into the room. He gave me a glare, checking me out up and down. He then looked at the sleigh suspiciously, then back at me. He pointed out his finger, his signature grumpy-cat face staring right at me. "I'm tellin' you Jones, no sleigh ridin'…" a smile twitched over his lips, "without me."

I grinned. "Wanna try it out?"

Stone's face lit up in a matter of seconds. "Do I?"

"Jake! Ezekiel!" Cassandra called us both, her cheery, squeaky voice ringing through the library. She came skipping in the room, Stone's attention directed to her and her alone. I couldn've sworn I saw heart literally forming in his eyes – the way he smiled when she entered a room was a bit nauseating, if I'm going to be completely honest.

"C'mon!" she cheered. "It's prezzies time!"

Stone and I gave each other puzzled looks. "Cas, we didn't know …" Stone started to explain.

"Oh, don't be silly, Jake. I didn't expect you guys to get me a gift already. My gift, however, must be given to you all early – otherwise you can't properly spread your Christmas cheer!"

We gave each other another look before both simultaneously saying,

"Right."

"Well, c'mon then!"

Stone gave my shoulder a pat as he started his way towards Cassandra. I, on the other hand, had something brilliantly clever cooking.

"I'll be right there, mate," I said, seeing Stone give me his regular furrowed brow.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"With me? Ah, nah, I just got to use the loo real quick. Be there before you can say 'Ezekiel Jones, most amazing human being to walk this earth.'"

Stone blinked. "Right, I'll get right on that." And he walked away, a snicker along with him. I smirked to myself as I reached inside my pocket, pulling out a handful of mistletoe. "This is going to be awesome."

"Where's Ezekiel?"

Stone just shrugged. "Dunno. He said he had to go use the bathroom, but in all honesty, he's probably off causin' us more trouble than he's worth."

Cassandra sighed. "You're probably right. Well, I guess we'll just have to wait on the gifts then. Can't open them without Ezekiel."

Cassandra then sat down right beside Stone, her smile at ease, her body loosening from all her constant tension. "Feels weird, just relaxing and enjoying Christmas for once, doesn't it?"

Stone scoffed. "I have to admit, it's a strange feelin', for sure. Not sure if I'm quite comfortable with it or not."

"Exactly. It just feels so… foreign." She let out a heavy exhale, her body leaning back in the chair. "It's most definitely a nice feeling, though."

He leaned back in his seat as well, his eyes resting. "Couldn't agree more."

"Ummm," Cassandra's eyes fluttered, her vision unsure if she was seeing it right. "Jacob?" Stone, his eyes still closed, grunted as a response. She squinted, then turned her head to Jake. "I was the only one to decorate, correct? Baird didn't decorate, or Flynn or anyone?"

"Not that I know of. Why you askin'?"

"Well, because there's something above us that I might've not put there…"

He budged one eye open to see her. "What'd you mean 'might've not put there'? Did you, or didn't you?"

She rapidly shook her head, then looked back at him. Both his eyes were open now, their eyes locked, and she gulped. "I didn't."

"Then who would've…?"

Cassandra shrugged. "The only one I can think of is…" She sat back up, her spine straighter than before. Jacob stood, his eyes following hers. They both had the same thought, the same interconnected voice in their heads, saying the very same name.

"The Library." They announced in unison.

Jacob looked up to see what Cassandra hadn't hung up, and in his effort he let out a sudden, shocked cough - as if he choked on air. He brought his chin down and pounded on his chest. "That's, uh … that's mistletoe."

Cassandra slowly nodded, standing up beside him. "That it is." Cassandra found Jake's eyes again, his irises swimming in chocolate brown. Her breath caught in her chest once she realized how close they had become.

"It comes along with a tradition all the way back to Norse mythology…" Jacob didn't stop their closeness, his brow still furrowed over why the Library would hang mistletoe just willy-nilly. It then came to his attention the lack of space between the two of them, his breath catching in his throat. It was like something had come over him in that moment though, because he didn't back away, yet inched even closer. "It, uh, symbolizes life and ... um, well love."

Cassandra gave him a little smile, her gaze now fixed on his lips. "Does it now…" She shrugged. "I suppose, I mean, a tradition is a tradition..."

"Yeah, yeah," his gently placed a hand over her cheek, his thumb brushing her features. "Legend has it, whoever's under it is compelled to..."

Cassandra blinked, her nose touching his. "To...?"

They were so close it was almost unbelievable. I was watching from the balcony above, my head leaning over more and more until…

SLAM!

Cassandra and Jacob jumped back from their place, their hearts pounding in their chests.

"What was that?" Cassandra looked behind them to see a book sitting on the ground, the cover of Robin Hood shining for everyone to see. "Oh."

Stone scratched the back of his head, her other hand on his hip. "It uh, it must've fallen."

Red nodded. "It appears that way." She turned back to Stone, a puzzled look covering her face. "However, math and science tell me otherwise."

I just face palmed. Cassie was right, I was the reason it fell. Don't ever lean on books when trying to be as quiet as a mouse on a balcony.

Stone cleared his throat rather awkwardly and looked back up at the mistletoe. "I'll uh, I'll get that down."

Cassandra shut her eyes tight and bit her lip. "Right."

Great.

I then watched as Stone found a ladder, climbed up to jerk the mistletoe down from the balcony, and gently handed it to Cass. He sat back down in his lawn chair that Cassandra had set out for him, and the room became eerily silent.

I looked at my watch and I was pushing it on time. I better head down there and keep them from saying something amazingly awkward. After I visit my mum, then I can continue my mission. But for now… well now I get to see what Cassandra got me for Christmas.

I slammed the doors of the Back Door, turned around, and let out a deep breath. "Stone, Cassandra! I'm back!"

Who knows what they did without me, probably something beyond boring.

"Ezekiel?" Cassandra peeked her head around the corner, Stone quickly behind her. "Where did you go? We were worried!"

I raised a brow, a smirk on my face. "Stone was worried?"

"Yeah," Stone grunted. "I can be worried 'bout ya, Jones. I'm not made of metal or somethin'."

"Right," I laughed. "Guess he really does have a heart after all." Stone rolled his eyes at me, grunted again, and walked off grumbling something under his breath. I laughed again and looked at Red. "Suppose my journey to ask the Wizard for a heart was a waste."

"You shouldn't be so mean to him, Ezekiel." She shook her head at me, a disappointed but secretly amused expression.

"Me? Mean to Stone? The guy harps on me all day, I think I get the right to give him a taste of my own medicine every now and then."

Cassandra rolled her eyes, arms crossed across her chest. "He hasn't yelled at you today, has he?"

"Well…" I paused, realizing Cass was right. Stone had been nice to me all day… now that I think of it, all week. "Guess you got a point there."

"I'm just saying, Jake has been extra chipper lately, and you stepping on his toes and giving him a hard time doesn't help any of us."

I furrowed my brows, a sour look covering my face. "Chipper?"

Cassandra sighed and walked off, probably to find Stone. Cassandra was right of course, I should be nicer to the cowboy. However, that's not what's important right now. No, now, now I need to find myself more mistletoe.

Cassandra softly walked in the room, her eyes peering around the corner. Her lips turned up into a smile when she saw Stone sitting at a table, his nose in a book, his brow furrowed. "You okay?" she quietly asked, bringing Jake's attention solely on her. When Jacob saw her it was like his whole face brightened, his whole grumpy demeanor instantly melting away.

"Me? Ah, yeah, Jones doesn't get to me that easily."

Cassandra sat beside him, tiering over to see what he was reading. "Jacob Stone, are you reading something that's not non-fiction?"

He chuckled, closing it to show the cover of a science-fiction novel. "Thought I'd give it a chance. You always go on about how much you love this stuff."

"I have to say, I'm shocked. Last book I caught you reading that was considered fiction was 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. This isn't even by a known author."

"What can I say, we all gotta try somethin' new every now and then, don't we?"

"Yeah?" Cassandra leaned in, her cheek resting on her fist. "Even if it means it'll take you out of your comfort zone? Throw you into something that's so uncertain, so … risky? Something that the end is so undefined?"

Jake shrugged. "We all gotta take that leap someday. I reckon it's better now than never."

And at that, they both heard jingle bells above their heads. Both their chins raised to see, low and behold, a string of mistletoe hanging from a book shelf next to them. The way the table was positioned, and how they were seated, the mistletoe was right over their heads.

Cassandra blushed. "Again?" she practically squeaked.

Jacob growled. "Dang Library…" he grumbled to himself. He then quickly slammed his book shut and stormed off, away from the mistletoe, and away from Cassandra.

She sighed, looking at the mistletoe with a scowl. "You're not helping, you know." She then got up herself, leaving the room in a huff.

And with a ring of a bell, the mistletoe disappeared from sight.

"Ah ha!" I proclaimed, finding mistletoe buried beneath ribbons and bows in the bottom of Cassandra's Christmas boxes. "Jackpot."

"What'd you need that for?" Stone asked behind me, making me 'bout jump right out of my skin.

I turned to see him, trying to catch my breath as I said, "Watch it mate, next time I might just karate chop you for sneakin' up on a bloke like that."

Stone just blinked. "I'm shaking in my boots." He then pointed at the mistletoe. "What's that for?"

I looked at the evidence in my hand and winced. "Oh, this? This is just … Look, I'm going to be honest, all right?" Stone nodded. Here's goes nothing. "I didn't want Baird to find it and put it up so she'd have an excuse to kiss Flynn all the time, so I'm stealing it so I can burn it."

Stone watched me for a moment, then shrugged. "Have fun." He then swaggered off, seeming oddly relaxed for a Jacob Stone. I didn't have time to think about it though, I had to hang this up fast enough that Stone thinks it's impossible for me to be lying.

Jacob walked into the main room of the library, where the globe sat beside the Back Door and the ceiling seemed to go up for hours. He started to sit at his desk, one he had claimed more for himself just by his history books scattered all over it. Before he could actually sit down though, he heard Cassandra's heals marching in.

"Jacob,"

Jake froze, his face wincing. He was turned away from her, but he could hear her make her way around him so she could look him in the eyes. Once she was in his view she started her rant.

"We were in the middle of a conversation, and you just stormed off? How rude can you be? You know it's Christmas, Christmas is a time to treat people kindly and fairly – you were doing really well with that too, until you just ran off, as if I was the plague!"

"Cassie,"

"I mean, you can at least explain yourself before abandoning me in the depths of the library!"

"Cass."

"No, and another thing-"

"Cassandra," Jake bellowed out, finally causing Cassandra to quickly close her mouth and look at him like a deer in the head lights. Jacob sighed, sat down in his seat, and said, "I'm sorry, all right?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, let out a huff, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "It was still rude."

"I know. I was just annoyed with the Library. It's pushier than I remembered, and its irritatin' the dang fire out of me."

She snickered at little. "The Library is just … festive." She said 'festive' with a squeak. She then took it upon herself to sit beside him, her arms unraveling from her rib-cage and letting them loose on the table beside them. "I mean, at least it enjoys Christmas traditions."

Jacob laughed. "Guess you got me there." He sighed, settling some in his seat. "You know, the tradition of mistletoe has nothing to do with the birth of Jesus at all. It really dates back to Norse mythology itself."

Cassandra smirked at him.

"What?"

"No, you just- well, you already told me that."

"Oh," he cleared his throat, ready to speak again. "Well, did I tell you it was the goddess of love, Frigg, who brought the tradition into place? Before her son, Baldur, died, she made it known to every plant and animal that they couldn't harm him. However, Frigg forgot to tell that to mistletoe. So, Loki, as devious as ever, used mistletoe as a weapon, killing Baldur."

Cassandra frowned. "Not seeing how that's romantic."

He chuckled. "Now ya see, Frigg was appalled of her son's death, and managed to bring him back from the dead. Because of her son's resurrection, instead of hatin' the mistletoe for his down fall, she blessed it because of his revival. She declared mistletoe to be a symbol of love, just like herself, and made it to where everyone felt compelled, or would be gifted, with a kiss if ya stood under the mistletoe."

"Wow," She scrunched up her nose, a grin over her face. "Seems even more sweet when a story like that goes along with it."

Cassandra then looked up, expecting to find the sight of mistletoe, but to instead to see Ezekiel hanging it on the floor above them. Her eyes widened, and Ezekiel caught her gaze and ducked. The mistletoe was now up, Ezekiel out of sight. Her long stare, though, brought Jake's attention up, which then brought a loud groan from his chest.

Before Cassandra could say anything, Jacob loudly yelled, "Jones!"

Cassandra bit her lip. He must've put it together long before she had.

"Jones! Come out here, I know it's you."

Then, without any warning, the front entrance of the Library opened; Ezekiel gliding his way in.

Stone and Cassandra stared at me with perplexed expressions. It was hilarious. They should see the looks on their faces. "Did I miss anything?"

Stone ran a hand through his hair. "How did you-? So, you didn't…?" He looked up at the mistletoe, then back at me.

I laughed. "Sorry mate, not much for romance myself."

"Where were you?" Cassandra asked suspiciously.

"Burning all the mistletoe. Or, thought anyway." I eyed the mistletoe up above them and laughed again. "Better pucker up, Stone."

Jacob glared at me and quickly raged up from his chair, storming out of the room with a growl the whole way. I whistled, my head turning to see Cassandra giving me a death glare. Honestly, I didn't know Red could even give death glares.

"What's with him?" I acted innocent as I leaned on Santa's sleigh behind me. However, she knew better. Cassandra just got up from her seat and walked out, probably after Stone again. I myself stood there, in awe of myself for pulling that off. After a moment of reflecting on my awesomeness, I soon followed behind them to offer them some Christmas cheer. I got them laughing and happy again, that is until we walked back in the main room - to check on the sleigh - to realize the globe for the Back Door was missing.

Cassandra sat at a table in the Library, her cheek resting on her fist, her eyes staring down at a book she had no interest in whatsoever. She couldn't stop thinking about Jake. She didn't get it, in Canada they had almost kissed twice. The second time was completely all him! But today, today he had acted like the idea of kissing her annoyed him.

They had finally fixed everything. Santa's brother was no longer any threat, and the three of them had managed to get the sleigh back without a scratch. Ezekiel was who-knows-where now, flying it around with his mom. She normally would be extremely worried, but this time she had faith in Ezekiel – he knew what he was doing.

No, now she was hiding in the back of the Library, her thoughts solely on him, and yes, she was hiding from him as well. They had worked together all day; the looks Jake gave her … she just knew he felt the same way she did. Yet, here she was, hiding because every time they talked in the Library the whole situation would get rather awkward. Mistletoe awkward, to be exact. She wouldn't deny she was beyond annoyed. If not for just the fact that Jake was acting so weird about mistletoe and kissing her, but for the fact that Ezekiel couldn't just leave them alone and have a normal, innocent conversation.

She thought back to the day, remembering even to when they were under the table at the bank and how close they were. How many times Jacob had to keep himself from looking at her mouth for too long. Cassandra wasn't crazy, she knew it. Jacob felt the same way she did, yet he just was in way more denial over it.

"Cassie?"

Cassandra sunk in her chair. She winced, her bottom lip bit down on. She sighed before saying, "Yeah?"

Jake appeared around a corner, a soft smile on his face. "Hey there,"

Her voice brought butterflies to her stomach. "Hey," she squeaked out.

"You all right?" He strolled over to the table. He grabbed a chair beside her and sat down. "Once we came through the Back Door you seemed off."

She was fine until Jake came through instead of Ezekiel. She was going to yell at Ezekiel for a while, but seeing Jake and the thought that they were going to be all alone in the Library? She got weirdly and embarrassingly nervous and ran out.

She shrugged. "M'fine. I'm just tired, I suppose. Been a long day."

He nodded. "Can't argue with that." He leaned on the table and gave Cassandra a long look before saying, "Look, I'm sorry, Cass."

Cassandra was holding her breath before she said, "Why?"

Jake scoffed. "You know why. I've been a real idiot lately, losin' my temper and stormin' off. I haven't acted much like myself 'round the Library today and I just … I wanted to apologize."

Cassandra gave him a smile, her head leaning more into the table. "You don't have to apologize for anything, Jacob. I get it." She placed her hands on the table, her gaze on Jake and Jake alone. "Really, I do."

"I just gotta say …" he stared at her for a moment, as if words were escaping him. He reached to grab her hand, Cassandra feeling her pulse speed up to an unhealthy rate. He opened his mouth to speak, when a jingle was heard from above. They both looked up, a thing of mistletoe literally floating above them.

"That ain't even subtle." He chuckled.

Cassandra giggled. "Maybe the Library is getting us confused with Baird and Flynn."

Jake looked at her, his eyes soft, his smile gentle and sincere. "I don't think it is."

Jake then stood up and leaned in towards her. Cassandra couldn't breathe, unsure of what was happening. Her eyes shut closed, and it wasn't until she felt Jake leave a peck of a kiss on her cheek that her eyes squinted back open.

Another jingle was heard and both their chins rose up to look and to see the mistletoe gone from sight.

Jacob looked at Cassandra, his face so close to hers Cassandra could have kissed him right then and there. "Merry Christmas, Cassandra." He said in his low voice. He then stood straight up, and walked away.

And at that moment, she was pretty sure her heart had stopped beating completely.

Sorry, its a short one. I just really loved that episode, and I wanted to add some more Jassandra along with it. Hope you guys enjoyed! There will be a few more chapters, not sure if I'll add any more fillers, and just post the final ending. Can't decide yet.

Hope you guys have a wonderful New Year!