(A/N: ehehe...hi? *runs from the daggers and knives you guys r throwin at me* hey! I'm sorry! To make up for it, here's a long chappy...dont keel meee! *runs*)

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"Cody, I found out what those guys were doing" Beth cooed, standing beside her shorter male friend. Cody's hatred-filled eyes looked up into her cool blue ones and Beth had to resist the urge to shiver. "What are they doing, Beth?" Cody asked slowly. Beth hesitated a second before confessing.

"They're working together to do a Christmas production for an orphanage." Beth told him. She visibly winced when a hurt expression crossed Cody's face. "Why didn't Phil tell me…? I would have helped them out…" Cody whimpered. Beth bit her lip and looked down.

Natalya-who was silently listening the whole time-shook her head and stood in front of Cody, getting the brunette's attention. "If Philly didn't invite you to the party, invite yourself." She scolded. Cody just stared at her, utterly lost. Natalya sighed and shoved a card into her friend's hand before strutting away in a way only a Hart could. Beth and Cody could hear her mumbling seething about men being slow as both teens looked at the card.

It was an IOU for Natalya from David and Tyson. It was good for one free night at the largest hall in town, owned by none other than the Hart family.

Beth couldn't miss the ear-to-ear smile that was plastered across Cody's boyish face.

-Gym-

Phil was hardly paying any attention to the arguments going on between Mr. Austin and Mr. Johnson, and honestly, he couldn't care less. At the moment, he was writing down a scenario for the kids. It was brilliant, in his eyes. It would require the girls to be spirits of snowflakes.

Yes, it sounded so very queer but it wasn't that horrid.

The girls would be snowflakes, each giving their own back story and gradually, teaching the kids that being your own individual wasn't a crime, and that it was truly alright. Eve, who was actually the only true orphan of the whole group, would play a godmother. Randy would be this play's Scrooge, if you will. He'd be the bully, with Jay, Adam, and Chris as his lackeys while Evan, Justin, Shannon, and Jeff were the ones they picked on. Matt, John, and Kofi would be the ones that brought conflict to the trio, and they'd all be hospitalized. Luke would play the doctor, the one to bring the news saying Randy wasn't going to live through Christmas Eve.

What would Phil be doing then?

Phil would play the role as the spirit of Death, himself. A rather reluctant and blunt character, used both as an important role and a comedic relief for the moment that would be most definitely brought out after the announcement of Randy's soon-to-be-death. Phil would tell Randy of the snowflake godmother, Eve, and then he would take Randy spiritually to her. After giving Randy one-for, Eve will then give Phil a pass, one, giving Randy another chance at life.

That was how the main plot was supposed to go in this play, and Phil thought it was brilliant. Now, if only he could find some way to get a wardrobe and presents for the orphans…

It was at that moment when Cody decided to grace him with his presence. "Hey, Phil. I heard about your production for those orphans…that's so nice of you" Cody smiled, a small tinge of pink to his cheeks. Phil closed his note-taking notebook and looked down at his Zelda-loving friend. "Thanks Cody." Phil smiled and Cody looked away shyly.

"No problem…hey, the girls and I wanted to help out a bit, so here" Phil watched as Cody pulled a card out of his wallet. Olive eyes scanned over the card and then they widened.

"You…you got a hall for us?" Phil stuttered, looking down Cody. The rich child smiled up at him. "Yep, and if you need anything else, just let me know! We can get you anything you need before the actual production" Cody grinned, referring to both himself and Natalya. Phil smiled brightly at him. "That's great! I need a wardrobe and present for the kids…think ya can do it?" The Chicago-Native questioned with an adorable tilt of his head. Cody silently swooned and his blush deepened. "O-of course I c-can, Phil! I'll have it to you the day after tomorrow, okay?" Cody smiled brightly. Phil nodded and patted his head.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cody noticed a seething Shannon and a confused Jeff with a mildly hurt look on his face. Unbeknownst to Phil, Cody smirked evilly at the duo and silently voiced his feelings towards the duo with a flip of one of his fingers.

-The Day before the Show…-

-Hardy Home…-

Jeff winced as Shannon angrily applied a different dye to his hair. His lime phase had came and went and now he was letting Shannon dye one side of his head black and the other red.

Shannon, on the other hand, was practically battering his poor head at the moment, imagining it was Cody's face. "That little brat has some nerve! When I get the chance, I'm going to destroy him!" Shannon growled. Jeff sighed and looked up.

"Shannon, it's almost Christmas. Don't 'destroy' anyone. We're supposed to be setting an example to those children" Jeff scolded. Shannon rolled his eyes and turned away from his friend. "Yeah, examples. It's not my fault one of the "examples" is a brat that doesn't play fair." Shannon hissed. Jeff shook his multi-colored head. "All is fair in love and war" Jeff muttered, a sad undertone to his voice. Shannon noticed and slapped his childhood friend upside the head.

"All is fair my ass. It's an attitude like that that makes it so easy for that bastard to walk all over you!" Shannon growled. Jeff sighed and walked out of his bathroom and into his cool bedroom with Shannon hot on his heels. The blonde even stepped on his bare feet a few times just to piss him off.

It worked.

But Jeff wouldn't let Shannon know that.

As if he didn't know already.

"Shannon, I know this. But please…not right now, okay? I'll worry about all of this drama after the play, okay?" Jeff practically pleaded. Shannon rolled his eyes and leaned on the door but he said nothing, which Jeff knew was as much of a surrender as he'd get at the moment. A long silence fell upon the two before Shannon decided to speak once more.

"After the play, we're talking about this." He grunted before leaving his best friend to his devices.

Jeff just sighed and tucked himself into bed.

-In the Gabriel Home…-

Justin grinned from ear to ear as he helped his mother wrap gifts for the orphans. Both South Africans couldn't remember a time that they had both actually sat down and enjoyed time together and smiled real smiles since the passing of Justin's father.

Now, however, both were very much enjoying the season. The very thought of her son in a play with friends when he had moved to America not even half a year ago thrilled Justin's mother. She listened to her son tell her of his friends and the roles they would play.

As they got closer to the end of their share of the mound of toys and clothes both Natalya and Cody bought for the children, Mrs. Gabriel noticed her son's speech becoming slightly slurred. Her honey eyes glanced up from a box with a dress that was soon to be owned by a little girl to look at her son.

Justin had fallen asleep against the couch, as they were both on the floor. The tanned boy loosely held a power ranger's toy in his hands while he slept, still mumbling about his dear friends.

Elizaveta, his mother, smiled and gently took the toy and kissed her son's forehead before she easily carried her son to his room. Justin probably didn't know the hidden strength his mother possessed, but she'd rather keep that a secret, anyway.

After all, mothers had to have their secrets, didn't they?

-Next Day…-

Ms. Garcia smiled to herself as she, Beth, and Natalya applied makeup to the actor/actresses. It was so wonderful!

Natalya had put out fliers for the production and now there was a lovely crowd outside with, of course, the orphans and the student's families in front.

Alicia shook with glee and held Kofi's hand, a smile on her face. "Its show time, isn't it? Oh my god I feel so nervous!" She wiggled. Kofi wrapped an arm around her frame and pressed a kiss to her temple. "You'll do great" He assured her. Alicia smiled and heard Punk say something about them taking their places. Kofi turned to leave but Alicia grabbed his hand. "One more thing?" She questioned. Kofi turned back and half-way; he was stopped by Alicia's lips pressing firmly onto his.

If one could see, one would notice Kofi's face red.

Alicia shooed him away playfully just as the curtain was raised.

With the curtains pulled back on the stage, the audience was met with four different colored lights. One blue, one red, one pink, and another purple.

Alicia stepped into the red circle, a light red dress on her. She had red fairy wings sewn to her back and long, light red gloves on her arms as she held a masquerade mask to her face with a little red heart in the corner.

"I am Alicia," She began talking and the hall went quiet. Alicia took a shaky breath and continued. "I was born in the heart of our city of Cameron. Ever since I was child, I was picked on for trying to be someone. When I was trying out for cheerleading, I wasn't given a chance to show what I had. To them, I was fat. To them, I wasn't good enough. And why? Because I was an African American" She finished, removing her mask.

Trish stepped into the pink circle, her dress exactly like Alicia's but with a pink color scheme.

"I am Trish. I've been haunted all my life about the mistake my mother made. All my life, people whisper behind my back about how much of a whore my mother was and they expect me to follow in her footsteps. And they don't know, my mother did what she did to put food on my plate and clothes on my back. No one gives me a chance, and why? Because my mother was a 'whore'" Trish spat, before removing her mask as well.

Mickie was next, stepping into the purple circle with her purple attire.

"I am Mickie. People think I am crazy because of my brother. He was sent to an asylum at an early age for a reason that has been hidden from me all my life. I still go to see him. Because we are still close, people call me crazy. They spray-paint things onto my house, car, and locker. They try to break me. They'll never give me a chance! And why? Because my brother was admitted into a mental institute." Mickie finished with a sad smile, lowering her head after removing her mask.

Serena was the last to enter a circle of light. She heard a silent murmur lift into the crowd, no doubt about her hair, well, absence of hair anyway. Despite this, she continued.

"I am Serena. I made the decision when I was in 8th grade to donate my hair to charity. It is also a sign in remembrance of my aunt. She died of cancer when I was 12. People won't give me a chance to explain why I do what I do. I'll always be the bald girl to them. And why? Because I chose to give my hair to charity" Serena removed her blue mask and lowered her head.

A gentle beat drifted through the hall. Sleigh bells and the gentle playing of a piano, courtesy of David.

A golden light appeared in front the other four and Eve skipped into the light. "Oh come, my snowflake fairies! Now is not the time to be down! It is nearly Christmas! You are all unique, one of a kind. And to be frank, I wouldn't have it any other way! Now let me see you all smile!" Eve ordered. Eve was wearing a white dress with golden swirls and hearts all over and she had a tiara on her head.

"Yes godmother!" They all cheered, raising their heads with smiles on their faces.

"That's better! Now get ready, my snowflakes, we have a story to tell, we mustn't make out guests wait! We'll tell the story of a young boy named Randy, and how his life wasn't very dandy! Oh, go snowflakes, flutter without sound. Hurry, hurry, the humans are coming around!" Eve shooed before skipping out of sight. The girls spun in their circles when Randy, Chris, Adam, and Jay stormed onto stage. Confetti fell in the girl's spots, all in their respective colors. Randy by swiped some from each spotlight.

"Stupid snow!" He growled while the three blondes behind him all roughhoused together. Randy swirled around and they all abruptly stopped, drawing a collective laugh from the audience. Randy shook his head and the girls took their silent leave from the stage as Jeff, Justin, Shannon, and Evan walked onto stage, all of them laughing and chattering happily.

Randy noticed them and walked up to them with a sinister smirk on his face. Justin was the one to collide into his chest while Jeff bumped into Chris. Adam and Jay shoved Shannon and

Evan, respectfully.

"Watch where you're going, freak" Randy growled out. Justin whimpered and stepped back. Chris shoved Jeff back and the boy with the mixed hair gasped. Adam and Jay both jumped at Shannon and Evan but Evan was the only one to cower. Shannon marched right in front of Randy and jabbed him in the chest with his index finger with every word he spoke.

"Back off, you barbarian idiots!" Shannon growled, looking up into Randy's icy eyes. Randy flexed his peck and poked Shannon in the forehead rather roughly. "What are you gonna do about it, shorty?" Randy questioned, grinning savagely down at Shannon.

Before the blonde could speak, he was shoved by Randy. Shannon fell back with the ease of a trained actor and the other three went to check on him. Randy approached them with his trio of blondes behind him as he smirked menacingly down at the smaller males. Jeff looked up and growled. "Back off, Randy!" He snapped. Randy tilted his head and was about to reach for the boy's hair when a loud shout cut them off.

Matt, John, and Kofi all came running onto the stage and they all began to promptly 'fight'. Ms. Garcia had given them all tips on fake blood and where to 'hit' what and so on so it truly looked like a fight. Especially when Matt picked up a pipe prop and promptly battered Randy with it.

The tan male fell to the floor with a pool of fake blood around him and the curtain fell upon the stage, signaling the intermission.

Behind the scenes, Cody and Phil were switching the backgrounds and such for the next scene while Randy climbed into a fake hospital bed. Trish taped a fake IV to his arm while Mickie applied fake dried blood to his facial area.

"You're doing great Randy" Mickie giggled down at the icy-eyed male. Randy smirked up at her. "Thank you...hey, Mick, are you okay? That was pretty deep, all of you, your stories were deep…you okay?" Randy questioned, his tone turning from playful to serious. Trish paused in her ministrations and looked away while Mickie's hand hovered over Randy's forehead. Alicia didn't respond and Serena just nuzzled into the crook of Luke's neck.

"We're okay, Randy" Mickie finally spoke for all the snowflakes. "Phil told us he could make up a back-story for us all but that wouldn't be fair. After all, those orphans, their business is in the air so laying out our dirty laundry a bit is okay" She smiled. Randy nodded once and Ms. Garcia scurried back to them. "Places! Intermission is over now!" She hurriedly said before running out of view. Mickie sent one last smile at Randy before closing his eyes with her hand. Happy to see that he actually kept them closed when she removed her palm, Mickie placed a small kiss to his left eyelid before running off.

It took everything in Randy not to open his eyes at that very moment.

The curtain opened once more and after a round of applause, the audience fell into silence as they observed Randy's nearly still body. There was a slow beep heard on stage but it was far from the sound of a healthy beat. Luke made his entrance, earning gasps from the little ones. After all, he was very, very tall and intimidating.

The loud clunk of his boots echoed through the hall as Luke stood beside Randy.

"….Randal? Randal Orton" He bellowed. Randy let out a weak groan and cracked open his icicle eyes. "W-What do you want?" Randy muttered, his voice sounding hoarse. Luke stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Randal, I am your doctor, Luke Gallows. I'm afraid to say this, but you have sustained extreme head trauma and you may not make it through the night" Luke muttered. Randy's eyes grew and he gaped. Luke shook his head before turning away. "It will be a miracle if you survive" He grunted. Randy grabbed the back of his coat.

"I don't believe in miracles. You're a doctor! Do something!" Randy hissed. Luke pried his hands off and stepped out of reach.

"Then you had better start believing. Or else I'm afraid you're a dead man. There's nothing else I can do for you" He stated rather blunt and rudely before turning to leave. Randy watched him and then fisted his head into his hands, tears rolling down his face. "No!" he growled out, punching a spot beside him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk…so you must be Randal" came a voice, coy and smug. Randy's head whipped up and he looked to see none other than Punk. He had on black combat boots, black and grey cameo pants, and a tight black tank under the trench coat he wore open. He had a silver scythe balanced on his shoulders as he circled Randy's bed.

"Who are y-you?" Randy's voice cracked towards the end. Punk rolled his deep olives and rolled his neck on his shoulders, his tied up hair brushing the hilt of the scythe. "You really don't know? All black and a scythe? Really? You don't know who I am?" Punk questioned. Randy growled at him. "Some psycho?" He questioned sarcastically. "Oh hardy har-har" Punk said with a roll of his eyes. He swung his scythe, stopping just before Randy's neck, making the taller teen jump.

"You must be some kind of stupid, then. I am a grim reaper, you moran" Phil muttered, yawning slightly. Randy looked down at the scythe, genuinely disturbed that he saw his own reflection in the prop. "G-Grim r-reaper?" he stuttered. Phil nodded. "Yeah, I'm here to kill you and stuff" Punk grunted. He ignored the gasps and small pleas of 'no!' from the orphans, although he had to admit, it was pretty cute.

Not that he'd tell anyone that he thought it to be as such.

Randy stared at Phil in horror and the shorter male sighed. "Don't go into the whole begging phase, its annoying" Phil grunted. Randy shook his head and scooted back. "B-But…" He muttered. Phil sighed again and shook his head. "Its Christmas Eve…I don't have time for this. Its either you die or you get granted a miracle from the snowflake grandmother" He muttered. Randy shot him a look.

"Grandmother?"

"Yep."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"Isn't it supposed to be godmother?"

"Yep…wait…hold on a sec…"

Phil paused and tapped his chin, appearing to be in deep thought while Randy shot him a "You idiot" look. Both teens were silently celebrating at the laughter that rose in the hall.

"Yeah, come to think of it, you're right. Sorry bout that" Phil chuckled lightly. Randy nodded stiffly. "I want you to take me there, please" Randy muttered. Phil smirked. "You're learning. Manners are always a good step" Phil joked before putting his scythe back onto his shoulders.

"Lets go, cripple, we gotta hurry because if you don't get a certified miracle from the godmother, I get your head on a silver platter" Punk smirked, licking his lips for added effect. Some of the girls (and guys) swooned and from the back, both Jeff and Cody squirmed at the alluring and suggestive sight.

Randy sighed and pretended to struggle out of the bed. After that, the boys begun their fictional journey and the guys in the back shifted the background until it was in the original one from the very beginning Alicia, Serena, Mickie, and Trish all took their places and began to spin gently and slowly. The confetti fell once more and Punk reached out over Serena's with small smile on his handsome face.

"I hate the snow" Randy grunted and all the girls gasped. Randy looked around as if it were the first time noticing the girls as if it were the first time. "W-what…?" He trailed off and Punk laughed. "Meet the snowflake fairies. These four are all the grandmother's favorites. She keeps them around as helpers." Punk muttered. Alicia growled and slapped him in the arm.

"Godmother! God-mother, you idiotic reaper!" She hissed. Punk rubbed his arm and frowned, feigning being hurt. "Ow, that's not nice" He murmured. Alicia rolled her eyes and the other three fairies looked at Randy.

"Who's this?" Trish questioned.

"Yeah, who?" Serena muttered.

"He's a human" Mickie muttered, sniffing Randy's arm. The male pulled away and looked at her like she was on something.

"He's on death row. He wants to talk to the godmother" Punk muttered, directing the last part to Alicia, who in turn stuck her tongue out at him.

Eve skipped back into view, tip-toeing over to Randy. "I see, you want a miracle, no?" She questioned, tilting her head. Randy nodded looking into her eyes. Eve smiled and patted his head. "I am willing to help you if you are willing to tell me something" She said. "Anything, I'll tell you anything!" He practically whimpered. Eve nodded. "I am going to tell you a short summary of my life. I want you to tell me how I can still be cheery" She giggled. Randy nodded once more and Eve twirled back into the golden circle of light, holding a golden mask in her hands.

"I am Eve. When I was born, I was cast away because I wasn't a boy like my parents wanted. Abandoned, and alone, I am an orphan in my own way. I've been adopted, yes I have…but my pain runs deep still. I have heard of a brother that I have, he is older than me…or is he younger? It doesn't matter, because I may never meet him. I was never given a chance by my parents. And why? Because I am a girl. But I am still the cheery godmother, Randal, can you tell me why?" She questioned, putting the mask to her face and turning to him. Randy stepped to her and gulped.

"Because…you have friends…who will always be there for you. You're all snowflakes, unique…and you don't have to be ashamed for that" Randy muttered slowly. Eve grinned and took the mask, putting it on Randy's face.

"You are Randy. And you used to be a bully, terrorizing innocent snowflakes. But you see that its okay to be different. With this miracle, I'll grant you one more chance. And why?" Eve giggled and looked away.

"Because everyone needs a second chance" She giggled before skipping away with her snowflakes in tow. Punk yawned, catching Randy's attention.

"Lets go, Randy. You have people waiting for you, ya big dummy" He grinned, poking his tongue out at him. Randy chuckled and nodded and the background changed once more, back to the hospital setting. There, there was everyone involved in the conflict, both friends and enemies, seemingly frozen, some in mid-cry.

"Get in the bed, dummy." Phil muttered after noticing Randy's pause. Randy smiled and weaved past the 'frozen' teens to slip back into his bed, not noticing Phil taking his leave. When he turned to thank the other, he was met wit nothing.

Shaking his head, Randy settled into the covers and the time seemingly begun once more, with the others practically tackling Randy where he lay.

The ending was something short and sweet and as the teens took their bow, they were met with thunderous applause. Afterwards, the orphans opened their gifts and played with the teens.

As she was leaving, Eve was approached by Randy's mother, and his father. "Eve, right?" Randy's father, Bob, questioned. Eve nodded slowly, a smile on her face as she hugged them both. "Yes, sir! Can I help you with something?" She questioned. Randy's mother glanced up at her husband before nodding slowly. What they said next made Eve's smile fall completely.

"Eve…We're the parents that abandoned you…You're real name is Eve…Orton"

Was that good? Sorry for the delay...my computor decided to be a troll and bluescreen on me so i had to wait until i got a new one...forgive meee!