All I Want For Christmas Is...

Title: All I Want For Christmas Is...

Summary: How some of my favourite TDI pairings spend their Christmas.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own TDI.

Pairings: Justin/Beth, Harold/Eva, Duncan/LeShawna, Noah/Gwen, Ezekiel/Izzy, Harold/Bridgette

Warnings: Some humour, fluff, language, all that good stuff, mature themes

Winter-Rae: I had to re-write this one a couple times. It was giving me such a hard time. I'm not sure how I feel about it but I hope everyone likes it. Enjoy!

Italics-flashbacks

All I Want For Christmas Is...

Chapter 2: Stupid Gifts: Eva and Harold

December 23rd

"Mommy, look there's Santa!"

"Mommy, can I have this? Pleeeeeeeeease!"

Eva gritted her teeth. She hated shopping. It had to be one of the most tedious, annoying, and loud activities on the planet.

"I see him dear, do you want to go and sit on his lap?"

"Yes mommy!"

"No dear, you can't have that, you already have one like it."

"But the one I have is red and everyone else has the blue one!"

Eva clenched her fists around the handle of the cart she was pushing.

If regular shopping was bad then Christmas shopping was the worst. Listening to the whiny kids and the bitchy parents was enough to give anyone a headache; even ones doing their last minute shopping such as Eva and Harold. They had already sent out presents to their friends, which would take longer, and now it was the last minute gifts for their family and each other.

Eva hated how ungrateful kids could be now a days. When she was little she was happy to get at least one or two special gifts. Being the youngest of six children they had to be happy with the simple things in life.

Eva had been happiest when her parents bought her membership to one of the local gyms. There she was able to focus on her working out and being the best she could be at what she did. Now she owned her own gym after graduating from college as a personal trainer. Right now she was training two possible Olympic athletes and she was in high demand for many others. Not bad for a 23 year old. Eva was smart and unpredictable and knew how to run a business well.

"Can we leave yet?" she growled. Harold looked at her.

"I have to find a gift for my sister's baby," he replied, "What do babies like anyway?"

"To put stuff in their mouths," Eva replied, she had six nieces and nephews and in her experience all little ones loved to put their toys in their mouths. Harold walked down the baby toys aisle and picked up a pink teething ring, his sister had her first baby five months ago and she was the sweetest little girl. He showed it to Eva who shrugged and then grabbed a small stuffed lamb to add with the teething ring. Harold nodded.

"You're good at this Eva," he complimented.

"Whatever, you done?"

"I just have to get a few more gifts for you."

Eva rolled her eyes.

"I don't need any stupid gifts, let's just go."

Harold sighed. He knew that Eva wasn't a big supporter of many of the Christmas traditions. She believed that Christmas was a time to spend with loved ones, not shopping and buying millions of gifts that people didn't need. Harold, while he agreed with her, he also liked to find that perfect gift for someone. For him, seeing their surprised face as they opened the gift was the best part of the gift exchanging process.

He laced his fingers with hers and together they walked to the cashier's counter. They quickly paid for their items before making their way to the front doors of the department store.

"Oh look mommy!" a little girl chirped, "Mistletoe!"

Eva and Harold paused and looked up. Sure enough hanging down from the door they were walking out of was a piece of mistletoe.

"You have to kiss now," the little girl pointed out. Eva growled at her.

"No we don't?"

"Yes you do, that's how it goes, and Santa would want you too."

"You know what little girl," Eva started, "Santa doesn't even ex..."

She was cut off as Harold planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Eva was taken by complete surprise but that didn't mean she didn't like it.

"Ewww," the little girl said, "Mommy, she stuck her tongue in his mouth."

"Beat it you little twerp," Eva growled, breaking the kiss for only a moment. The mother of the little girl looked rather appalled. She took her daughter's hand and pulled her along, all the while muttering about how some people had no respect. Eva smirked and then grabbed the car keys from Harold's pocket.

"I'm driving," she muttered. Harold grabbed the bags and hurried after her.

"Don't be mad Eva."

"I'm not!"

"Eva, I know when you're mad, you get this look in your eyes that says you might seriously injure the next person to piss you off."

"Mistletoe, what a stupid idea," she muttered, unlocking the car and helping him to load it up with the gifts. Harold smiled.

"Do you know the real tradition behind the mistletoe?"

Eva looked at him with an arched eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"It's Scandinavian in origin," Harold answered, "It was the plant of peace and if enemies met by chance beneath it in the forest, they laid down their weapons and maintained a truce until the next day."

Harold was a history buff; it fascinated him; which explained why he was majoring in it at University. He wanted to be a history teacher and was well on his way.

Eva grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair. It was a little longer now, a little more rugged. He hadn't put on much weight since back then but Eva had him on a pretty good diet and they went jogging every morning when his asthma wasn't acting up on him.

"It's such a turn on when you talk 'nerd' to me," she purred, "How about we ditch the dinner tomorrow and stay in? I have a few of your Christmas presents that we could get into a little early. I know you're gonna love them."

Harold, as tempted as he was by that offer, knew that if they didn't show up to the dinner that Eva's parents would kill him. Well maybe not kill him, but he had no intention of being maimed anytime soon either. He rested his hands on her hips.

"You have no idea how tempting that is," he said, kissing her forehead.

"I have a pretty good idea," she replied.

"But your parents are expecting us."

Eva scoffed and got into the car. He followed.

"Like that worries me," she said starting the car. The next evening they were going to a Christmas dinner that Eva's parents had organized to celebrate Eva's first year in business. Eva would have preferred to have a simple dinner with just her family and Harold; but when your father was a business tycoon who was excited to see his youngest follow in his footsteps you got a huge dinner followed by a huge party afterwards.

December 24th

When the evening of the dinner finally arrived Eva went up to their bedroom to change while Harold went into the downstairs bathroom. He quickly pulled on his clothes and as he sat at the bottom of the stairs. As he waited he fiddled with a small chain in his pocket.

"Eva," he called up, "I left the dress your mom picked out for you on the bed."

"I see it," she replied, "It's ugly. My mother clearly doesn't care that I don't do dresses."

"I'm sure it's beautiful," Harold assured her, "You can pulled off dresses very well, remember the one you wore two years ago at the reunion Christmas party Chris all roped us into going too."

Eva didn't reply but he was fairly sure she didn't forget that dress. He was fairly certain that not a lot of the guys would.

"Hi LeShawna."

"Hey Harold!"

The two friends hugged each other. LeShawna was wearing a lovely purple evening gown while Harold was hearing a blue suit which looked like something his father would have worn to his prom. This Christmas party was a last minute notice; it wasn't his fault that he never wore suits and therefore had none on hand.

"So, he got you too huh?"

LeShawna frowned. Chris apparently had really good lawyers because they all had worked out an interesting clause in their contracts. This clause specified that in an event that one of the original 22 campers agreed to meet with Chris for a sort of reunion meeting, all the others had too as well. The one who had agreed was of course, Owen.

"I'm just surprised everyone showed up," the plus sized sister commented. Harold glanced around the hall that Chris had rented. Surprisingly enough it was really nice, decorated with tons of Christmas decorations; tinsel, mistletoe and a large Christmas tree stood in the corner.

"I haven't see Eva yet," Harold mused, leaving LeShawna to smirk.

"Oh, you'll be surprised when you do," she said nodding towards the doors. Harold turned and his jaw literally dropped open.

Eva was standing in the doorway, looking as if she felt out of place. She wore a long white evening gown. It had a long skirt and dipped down low in the front since it tied up around her neck. Harold noticed that as she walked her shoes showed, he smiled; they were her usual running shoes.

"Wow," he said, getting a dazed expression on his face, "She looks like a goddess."

LeShawna grinned and glanced around the room. Most of the guys, even those who were attached had a hard time not looking at her. Eva noticed the attention she was getting.

"What are you looking at!" she snapped. Everyone quickly looked away from her, except for Harold. He walked over to her and bowed at the waist. She arched her eyebrow.

"What do you want?" she asked him. He looked up at her.

"I was going to ask if I could dance with the most beautiful woman in the hall."

"Bridgette's by the punch bowl," Eva replied pointing, "I doubt you'll have much luck with that though. Cody seems to be trying to get the next one."

"Huh? I meant you Eva."

Eva took a step back as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. She pulled her hand away from him.

"Not funny," she growled, "I don't like being made fun of."

"Eva," Harold said seriously, "I'm not trying to make fun of you."

"Oh please," Eva snapped, "I've seen this movie before. The guy acts all nice to the all done up usually tomboyish girl, then he ditches her and makes her look like an utter fool. And even though he did all that she still forgives him in the end! Well sorry but I'm not the type to be screwed around with like that."

"Well, for starters the guys in those movies are usually really hot and muscular that's something I'm not," Harold replied, pointing to himself, "Second I like to think of myself as an honest guy so when I tell you something you can take it to the bank and draw interest on it. And thirdly, I have no intention of hurting you."

He offered her his hand and she looked from it, to his face and back again. It was almost as if she was trying to figure him out.

"Alright," she said, taking his hand. Harold smiled proudly and walked with her to the dance floor.

Eva would never tell anyone but that was the very first time anyone had ever asked her to dance with them. The fact that it was Harold was even nicer for her, because somewhere deep down she had always liked the other. She wasn't sure what it was, maybe his sweet personality or the glasses. It was probably the glasses; at least, that's what she told anyone who asked.

"You're a great dancer Eva," Harold told her, "The force is strong with you."

"Oh great, a Star Wars nerd."

"Speaking of Star Wars, you kinda look like Princess Leia in this dress."

"Well you're no Luke Skywalker."

"That's a good thing," Harold pointed out, "Cause then we'd be related and I couldn't kiss you under the mistletoe. Maybe I'm more of a Han Solo."

Harold checked his watch for the third that evening and then looked up the stairs of the loft apartment. He was tapping his foot impatiently. If Eva took much longer they were going to be late. Not that either of them really cared. But when one was expected to make an appearance you really had no choice.

"Eva, are you ready yet?" he called up. He smiled as he heard some grumbling, followed by a few curses in response to his question.

"You need any help?"

"Whoever invented evening gowns should be drug out into the street and shot! Repeatedly! With an Uzi, better yet a torpedo launcher! Then they need to get run over by a truck, no wait, a bus, one of those Greyhound ones! And after that they can be run through a wood chipper! And whatever's left can be burned!"

"Being shot was fine but after the Uzi, you went a little far don't you think?"

No response.

"I'm taking that as a yes you need help."

Harold climbed the spiral stair case of his and Eva's apartment that they had been sharing for the past year and a half.

"Why are we going to this thing?" she called out to him from the bathroom that was off of the master bedroom, "I would rather stay home, I still have presents to wrap."

"This party is for you Eva," Harold replied as he sat on the bed to wait for her. He couldn't wait to see what she looked like in her dress; a long and blue evening gown.

"I don't wanna go," she said, "You know what's going to be there?"

Harold was pretty sure that was either a trick question or a rhetorical one.

"Umm..."

"My parents," she said, "Those psychos who only do things like this to show off. Then there's those other muscles heads..."

"Eva," Harold interrupted, "You employ those muscle heads."

The ebony haired young woman scoffed at that comment.

"I only employ them because they came recommended, it doesn't mean that I like them."

Harold had to laugh at that. Eva hadn't lost any of her headstrongness since Total Drama Island, something he was very thankful for.

"And you just know they are gonna be drinking and acting like idiots too, they're gonna make me and my gym look bad."

Harold was only half listening. He looked to the side of their bed and saw that the high heeled shoes Eva's mother had got for her had been cut up with scissors and the heels broken off. This showed her obvious dislike for them.

"Not only that," she said barked out suddenly, "But I saw that the decorators were putting up mistletoe!"

Harold grinned as the memory of early this afternoon filled his head. If anyone besides him tried to kiss Eva she'd probably break their necks.

"Be that as it may," he told her, "you're parents would totally kill me if we didn't show up, and your mom already hates me enough as it is."

"I just don't wanna go to this thing," Eva replied, "Those idiots are going to try and get me under the mistletoe! I just know it."

"Why would they risk spending the rest of their lives in a coma?" Harold asked. He heard Eva give out a small laugh.

"I told you, they're idiots."

"Well don't worry so much Eva," Harold said, "I'll make sure they don't bother you."

"You better not leave my side all night then," she told him, "I'm not kissing one of those creeps."

"It's not a big deal you know," he told her, "It's just a silly tradition."

"Well it's a big deal to me," Eva replied, "I'm dating you, not them. The only lips I want on my body are yours."

Harold knew that words like those rarely came from Eva, so when she said them you knew it was true. He took that to heart and considered it to be a huge compliment.

"I'm not going anywhere Eva," he told her, "Will you come out of there please?"

"We can still stay in," Eva said, "You remember the gifts I mentioned right?"

"Yes."

"Here's a taste."

Eva flung open the bathroom door. Harold's jaw dropped when he saw her. She was wearing the same bikini slave outfit that Princess Leia wore in the Star Wars movie when she was captured by Jabba the Hutt. She had added a little extra accessory though. On the costume's necklace she added a chain to it. She tossed the one end of the chain to him, which he caught.

"What do you think?" she asked as she placed her hands on her hips. Harold, who was practically drooling finally closed his mouth and swallowed.

"Wow," he said, "Eva, I might be sitting but believe me, I'm giving you a standing ovation."

He crossed his legs. Eva laughed.

"So I take it you like it then?"

Harold nodded. Eva walked towards him and pounced on him, knocking him back onto their bed. She had only started to kiss him and unbutton his shirt when the phone rang. Harold didn't stop her from doing what she was doing but he reached out and answered it.

"Harold and Eva's place."

"Where are you two?" Eva's mother barked.

"Sorry," Harold replied, "We can't make it. Eva's not feeling well and I'm staying with her, bye."

"You two get down here right..."

Not waiting to hear the rest of her response Harold hung up the phone and tossed it aside. Eva looked down on him and smirked playfully.

"I'm feeling perfectly fine," she teased, "Since when do you lie?"

"After I'm done with you, you're going to be very tired," Harold replied, "But first."

He reached into his pocket and held out a small necklace. Eva arched her eyebrow at him.

"What's this for?"

"An early gift," he replied, "You like it?"

The necklace was a thin sliver chain and the pendant was in the shape of a blooming rose. Eva ran her fingers over it and smile.

"It's beautiful...but I never wear jewellery," she reminded him, "Except for this costume since it came with it."

Harold grinned.

"I know, but I thought you might like something a little fancy for tonight."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, because something even sexier than a Princess Leia outfit is wearing absolutely nothing at all but a single piece of jewellery."

Eva took the necklace and walked back to the bathroom. Harold quickly got ready himself. As he lay back in bed waiting for her his cell phone started to vibrate.

"Gosh, we're popular tonight."

He answered it and was surprised to hear Duncan's voice.

"Harold, what's up man?"

"Duncan? What do you want?"

"Calling to see if you and Eva are free tonight? LeShawna and I are in town and wanted to see if you guys wanted to catch a movie."

"Umm sorry Duncan I can't, Eva and I are busy tonight."

"Come on man, it'll be a good time. Gwen and Noah will be there too, same with Zeke and Izzy."

"Sorry, no can do."

"I told you not to drive and talk on the phone!" LeShawna's voice suddenly rang out, "Watch where you're going!"

"I am watching!" Duncan replied back to her, sounding slightly distracted.

Harold looked up as Eva stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but the gift he had given her. She smiled.

"Harold?" Duncan's voice on the phone said again, "Hey, dude?"

Harold clicked the phone closed and turned it off.

"Who was that?"

"No one."

Eva joined him in bed and held up a twig of mistletoe over their heads. Harold looked up at it and laughed.

"I thought you hated mistletoe?"

"I do, but there are certain occasions that call for it."

Eva kissed him, tossed the mistletoe away and then pulled the covers back over them.

Meanwhile, at the restaurant before their movie, Duncan was ranting to Noah and Ezekiel how Harold had hung up on him. LeShawna, Gwen and Izzy merely rolled their eyes or shook their heads.

"Silly boy!" Izzy told him as she ruffled his hair, "He and Eva are getting down with their bad selves."

"That a boy Harold," Noah said approvingly, "I'll forever be impressed that he tamed the Iron Woman."

Winter-Rae: And no one could get a hold of Eva or Harold for the rest of the holiday. The End. Anyway, I hope you all liked this one. Eva is the best! I will write more about her one day! Next chapter, Duncan and LeShawna. Woot woot, I am really looking forward to that one. Thanks for reading everyone. Cheers!