A/N: Christmas drabble. Reusing Devlin and Kenny 'cause they're just freaking awesome. I couldn't resist. And yeah, with this Imma hafta reuse characters or else I'll run out pretty fast x.x

Disclaimer: Do I own? No.

"Your dad gave you your own Christmas tree," asked Devlin a bit submissively, looking over the massive green tree. It was only maybe two feet taller than him, topping out around eight feet. For some reason, he actually felt short. Which was a weird feeling for him. "We don't even get a tree some years."

"Remember that one time your dad chopped down that one sacred tree on that one planet?" laughed Kenny from the other side of the tree, hauling out strands of multi-colored lights and setting them on the floor while Devlin looked on at the massive pine, black gaze only flitting over for a heartbeat before falling back on the huge holiday tradition that Kenny held all to himself this year. "That was great."

"Every now and then, he'll find orange goo in his ear from when the natives attacked him. Tree sap. It's nasty stuff." After reflecting fondly of the memory of his father coming back home that night with a tree that was big enough to fill Times Square and covered in tree sap, Devlin looked to the pile of lights and then at the next armful that Ken was hauling out while looking a little red in the face at the load. "Do you want help?"

"Naw, I got this." He went back for a third load of lights, giving a sigh of irritation at how much work he had to do. And part of him didn't want his best friend touching the lights. Not with his powers. He'd heard far too many stories over the years of Kevin 11 to ever want to see Devlin turn into something like that.

"...uh-huh..." Devlin kept his hands in his pockets and his knit hat pulled down tight over his forehead and ears (even though he was indoors) while he watched his weak friend work to move garland now, thick, heavy piles of golden shiny whatever it was. Plastic, maybe? He never knew. They generally just strung popcorn and hoped it wasn't all eaten by the time the actual holiday rolled around. "Good luck with that. I don't think you'll live to see it finished."

Kenny shot his best friend an almost pouting look with twisted lips and sad eyes. "You're such a cynic."

"I prefer 'pessimist', Kenny." Devlin pulled his hands out of his pockets and took the garland from the Tennyson, willing to move it rather than the lights. A slightly teasing tone hung in his words as he added, "Get it right."

Kenny blew raspberries at him with a childish gleam in his jade eyes. He put his hands on his hips and stated, "You're a terrible friend."

"Now that you say that, when your tree falls on you, I won't be there to help." Smugness laced his dark features. He dropped the garland in its own pile and shoved his hands back in his pockets resolutely. "Karma. Don't mess with it. It likes to bite sometimes."

Aggravation with a playful tinge passed like a shadow across his slightly tanned face. "Don't even start on me about falling trees, okay? That one year I pushed the tree down and impaled your dad with a branch, that was a complete accident!" He was waving one hand to dismiss any accusations while the other carried a decent sized box of fragile ornaments; he looked about ready to drop it.

"He still hates you for that." The Levin boy wore his signature smirk. His sapphire gaze passed to Kenny again. "But I'm pretty sure he's doing alright. It was nearly ten years ago."

"And I was five!"

"And you were five." Devlin knew the excuses wouldn't change Kevin's mind. Age didn't matter; it was the survival that mattered. And the elder Levin had dismissed the blame after the years although Devlin still enjoyed bringing it up to see the panic on Kenny's face. "Anyways, he likes showing it off as a battle scar. Makes him a very hot topic when we go to the beach and he insists on taking his shirt off. Which is basically every time we go to the beach."

Kenny's jaw dropped and he almost dropped a large load of ornaments, nice glass angels his mother had inherited years and years ago. "Here, Dev, impale me with the tree! I need a battle scar for the beach!" He set down his box and stood on one side of the tree with his arms out like airplane wings and his face tilted to the ceiling. "Push it over now!"

A deep breath and a quick but calming countdown from five to one later, Devlin was saying, "Have I mentioned how stupid you are lately?" There were days when he wondered how he'd become this weirdo's best friend, but then he reminded himself that their parents were friends and that that was enough to cement it all for an eternity.

Kenny opened on eye to check his nonexistent watch. Really, he just looked at the faceplate of the Omnitrix and made a rough guess, saying, "Not in the last twenty minutes, no."

"You're stupid."

"If a tree falls," began the Tennyson while stroking a fake beard and moving back to retrieve more boxes, "will I be impaled by it?"

Devlin unleashed a quick, snarky laugh before imitating his friend and asking in a near perfect mimic of Ken's voice, "If Kenny gets impaled by a falling tree, will he be any stupider?"

A/N: Boy banter is love. So are reviews. Thanks for reading!

~Sky