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The Next Bonus Track.


Christmas was over. The dusk had come. Boxing Day was tomorrow. Until then…

-01. To All A Goodnight

The streamers were picked up and tossed away.

The crumbs swept away.

The cups emptied out.

The tables put back in place.

The chairs straightened out.

The curtains closed.

The rug vacuumed.

Ferro Lad looked around. That was some wonderful Christmas party they had last night. He couldn't remember the last time he heard such laughter. The lounge was nice and clean. The ornaments on the tree that would soon be thrown out were put back in place. In the history of the Legion this room had never looked so spotless, he was proud of himself.

He walked down the decorated hallway, humming a tune to himself.

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.

He passed someone's room. Saturn Girl's room. Despite how much fun the party was, he was so surprised at they way she carried on. The things reserved people do when they're drunk. Her nose was still red and she'd probably have a hangover. Thankfully she'd wake up to Lightning Lad right next to her. He carried her from the party bridal style to her room, after she got too friendly under the mistletoe with Star Boy and almost got in a cat fight with Dream Girl. The things people do for the ones they love.

He kept walking down, smelling the faint scent of gingerbread in the air. It was coming from the kitchen. Timber Wolf had fallen asleep with his head down on the counter, a plate of gingerbread men freshly made but an hour ago. The picture of a Yule log was burning on the screen. And a blanket wrapped around him as the slightly spoiled President's daughter put on him.

Going down further, he laughed at the sounds of snoring. Bouncing Boy. The sanest of them all. The one who was always laughing and having a good time. Never worrying but ever the pragmatist. The leader. It was probably that reason that he got to be with the Trips. Lucky guy. But no need to dwell on that.

He heard more sounds coming out of the lab in the hall. Brainy. Even on Christmas, he was still doing work. Andrew poked his head in. He laughed. Brainy had fallen fast asleep, holding his Koko plushie. The one doing the work was Vi. She turned to Brainy for a minute and kissed him on the forehead. He sighed in content, before he muttered the name of a blonde Kryptonian and got socked on the head. Andrew laughed again. Vi looked up, was someone there?

He could hardly believe how fast this team had changed. And they were better for it.

As he passed Cosmic Boy's room, he was glad that the leader took some time off. When he wanted to, he could be a real party animal. Most people thought he was jerk, but when a person has to take all the responsibility, it's understandable that they can act standoffish. Night Girl curling up beside him probably helped with that.

There were other sounds of snoring and other bodily functions being made in the sleep. Such was the way with Chameleon Boy, the little guy. Andrew laughed out loud when he caught wiff of the end result of his drinking contest with Kono. Then Cham muttered something about fish tacos and went back to dreaming about Supergirl in a speedo. And JUST a speedo.

Kell. Superman-X. He snored as well. But, when he slept he didn't seem so tense as Andrew had noticed. In sleep, all your tensions can fly away on Technicolor wings. We dream of life, of the way we have lived, and the way we wished to live. And, some dream of death. It's flattering.

He just about made it to the entrance, until he remembered.

There was one more room to pass before he left.

Sandy Anderson. Inferno.

Ah, Sandy. What might've been, and what could've been. He placed the covers on her, and moved away some of the hair in her eyes to see her pretty face.

"Good night Sandy."

He removed his mask and kissed her.

"Merry Christmas." He said.

"Wha…?" Inferno wondered. There was a cold draft in the room. Her cheek felt warm. Was someone in there? And a tear fell down her cheek.

"Don't cry." He whispered as he left.

I met him at the entrance.

"Are you ready, Andrew?" I asked.

"Yeah. Thank you. For this wonderful Christmas gift." He said.

"This is the last time I can let you do this. You understand?" I asked.

"Yes. It was nice seeing them one more time." He sighed with content.

"Even if they can't see you?" I already knew the answer. I just liked asking.

"I don't mind that I died. I'm proud I did, to save the world. I just, sometimes wish I had more time." He sighed again. I smiled.

"You got what everyone gets, Andrew." I took his mask off, and examined his perfect features. "You got a life. No more."

"No less." He finished as he eyes my Ankh.

The doors slid open.

"Come on. Take my hand."

He did, and we walked out into the light.

I was so exhausted when I came home, I plopped on the couch. I just had to see Slim and Wandsworth before I went out again. Those little guys mean the world to me. I looked in their fishbowl, and they were sleeping already. I didn't want to disturb them, so I quietly pecked the bowl before setting off for the next guy.

I know about people. I know about Andrew Nolan. I know myself pretty well. I know about Death.

"And to all a good night."