AN: This one mostly makes sense (there are two sentences that won't make sense, but the whole ficlet still makes sense) if you haven't read Every End is a Beginning. Again, for those who have read it, it's set the Christmas right after it ends.

MACGYVER'S RESIDENCE

LA

Jack, noticing that Bozer's back was turned as he focused on preparing a side of macaroni and cheese to go with his pastrami, used every single one of his considerable stealth skills to make his way over to the kitchen counter, where the egg nog that been prepared earlier by Mac and Beth according to Bozer's exact recipe rested. Still using his super-spy skills, Jack pulled a hip flask out of his pocket, and was just about to tip it into the egg nog when he was thwacked none-too-gently on the wrist with a wooden spoon.

Jack yelped, pulling his hand back, as Bozer crossed his arms, looking very annoyed and extremely unimpressed.

'That, Jack, is a masterpiece! The flavours are perfectly counter-balanced to make the world's best egg nog, and you're gonna go ruining it with liquor?'

Jack, too, looked very affronted, gesturing to his hip flask.

'Hey, man, I'll have you know that this is the finest Texas whiskey!'

Bozer simply shot him a look.

'And it'd still ruin the perfect equilibrium of flavour I've got going on in there!' Bozer gestured to the flask. 'Hand it over, Jack.'

Jack held up his hands in protest.

'But Boze-'

Mac's best friend simply shot him a look. A very firm look. A rather scary look.

(Maybe Mac really hadn't been exaggerating when he'd said that Murdoc might not survive an encounter with Bozer if he was responsible for ruining the Thanksgiving turkey…)

Bozer held out his hand more insistently.

'Hand it over, Jack, or I'm gonna set Matty on you.'

Jack gulped and handed over the flask.

Matty had earned her nickname.

And she was inordinately fond of Bozer.

He wasn't taking any chances.

(He wanted to live to see the new year with all his parts intact, thank you very much.)

Tomorrow's ficlet: 'You know, the first person to declare that two people should kiss under a poisonous, parasitic weed must have been really, really persuasive.'

Who says that? To whom? Who (inevitably) kisses whom under the mistletoe? I think some of you must be screaming out the answers in your head right now…and I assure you, you are almost-certainly right.

NOTE: Tomorrow's ficlet spoils a fairly major plot twist in the first 'episode' of Every End is a Beginning. If you intend to read that at some point, I strongly recommend reading that first 'episode' first!