Spot makes it his mission to make his and the other Rusherz wish come true by learning about the upcoming holidays.
Will the storm upcoming stop him, or perhaps help him?
Spot's Wish
November 30, 1920...
Spot was in awe as he watch the snow fall, seeing a group of men carrying a large tree inside the White house. Spot curiosity grew as he lept from the chair, heading out. He was met with more awe as he saw the interior of the White house change before his eyes. The smell of pine flowed in the air as staff worked back and forth on placing the garlands and ornaments around. Spot curiosity grew more and more.
Spot: *curious* What is going on?
A staff member walked by, Spot stopping him.
Spot: Excused me but what is all the action?
Staff Member: *grinning* Why, cause it's the holiday season!
With that he ran off, Spot tilting his head to the side.
Spot: Holiday season. It must be a big one given it's near the end of the year-*sorrow* near the end of the year, that means it would be one year since we got separated from Cyclops.
Spot heart felt heavy thinking about the other Rusherz. Beast cheered them up on Thanksgiving, but-Spot knew when this thought comes they would be in sorrow.
Female cook: Oh! Are your little ones excited for the season?
Spot ear turned as he listened closely.
Female staff member: Oh yes! My darlings have been wishing for him to come him soon, so this will be a huge surprise for them when he comes home. My husband should be back in time too, after all it's the season for family reunions.
Spot: This season-is about wishing?
Spot was frozen in place-He shoke his head, determination on his face. Spot went back in the room, looking at the paper he was writing on, before the opened the window.
Spot: *determined* I want to make it come true. I'm gonna find him, I'm going to find Cyclops before this Holiday season starts I swear to the core I will!
With that he lept from the window to the snowy ground and ran into the snowy world.
Washington DC town...
Spot was in awe once again. The whole world changed over the span of days, from a autumn scene to a winter wonderland, and it wasn't even winter yet! Spot looked around, seeing pine trees dressed to the nines, the sparkled of lights against the snow, the smells of warm food going to and from stores as some held beautifully wrapped boxes or candles.
Spot: *awe* Whoa-this-this is beautiful. What is all this?
Spot walked looking around in awe when-
Spot: *bumps into someone* OH!
Man: Oh goodness sorry about that!
Spot looked up seeing a man holding a box of candles and a well crafted candled holder, eight in order.
Spot: Oh no I'm sorry I just-*looks around* I never seen anything like this back on Cordalion.
The man nodded in understanding, knowing this was to the the Rusherz first experience with the winter holidays.
Man: Understandable. I hope you all have a wonderful experience with your first year.
Spot nodded, then seeing the holder.
Spot: *points to it* What is that?
Man: *brings the holder out* Oh! This is a menorah, it is use during my religion's holiday Hanukkah.
Spot: Hanukkah? That's a Jewish holiday correct?
Man: *nods* Indeed.
Spot: So-why eight?
Man: It represents the eight days we celebrate the holiday, eight days of feasting on oil foods latkes and sufganiyot, songs and playing games such as dreidel.
Spot eyes widen hearing this.
Spot: Pardon me, you said EIGHT DAYS?
Man: Yes, that is how long the lights lasted in the story. *Walks with Spot* After a great war, our people discovered only one jar of pure oil for one day. They managed to keep the light going with pressed olives and manage to rebuild. This Holiday is one of the major components of December, next to the Christian Holiday Christmas.
Spot: Interesting-*idea* Um, question? How- How does this holiday help with finding someone, or making a certain wish come true?
The man contemplated on the question.
Man: A very good question, i do hope this is a good answer for you. Our holiday is about illuminating the houses without, in other words to spread the Holiday's miracles. Miracles is what started the holidays, and is a major factor in all religions and even regular life. Miracles have helped find those who are lost, and make wishes happen.
Spot nodded with a small smile.
Spot: Thank you, now I do believe you have to head home. Can't keep the family waiting.
Man: *laughs* Know us very well Spot. I do wish you luck on whatever journey you are on.
Both waved as the man ran off..Spot smile fell into thought.
Spot: Miracles. These humans can create miracles, hmmm *close eyes* There's got to be more to the holidays. There's not just one like that man said, if I'm going to be finding Cyclops I need more than just one. I'm gonna need them all.
Spot made his way down the pathway once again, determined to find Cyclops or any leads to him.
Back at the White House...
Claw: SPOT! SPOT?
Claw looked around the halls for the Jaguar Rusher, wanting to tell him about dinner being ready soon.
Claw: SPOT!
Stampede poked his head from a location.
Stampede: Claw? Everything okay?
Claw: *shakes his head* Have you seen Spot?
Stampede: *shakes his head* No I haven't, not since this morning.
Claw sighed as the Bill Rusher went over, placing a arm over the Panther's shoulder.
Stampede: Why not we ask the others, they might have seen him.
Claw nodded as they ran off to find the others.
At the Library...
Spot walked into the library, shaking the snow off him. The snow had increased throughout the hours.
Spot: Okay, library. Maybe I can find something that can help me here.
Spot quickly looked around, seeing some books and taking them out. He went over to a table and began to look through them.
Spot: *sits up more* Oh! Here's one, for when Winter arrives. 'Shalako; a series of dances and ceremonies that is conducted by the Zuni People' Oh, those must be the Native tribes we read about 'this typically followed the harvest season in invoking the divine blessing upon certain new built homes and giving thanks to the gods for that years harvest, as well as well wishes for good fortune, abundances of crops and many new lives. The Festival of Shalako is normally celebrated on the first of December'. OH! That's tomorrow! *small smile* I hope they have a fun time tomorrow...so, this holiday is a celebration giving thanks for a bountiful harvest to divine beings. I swear this guy has so many religions under his belt, just how many nicknames does he go under.
Spot placed the book aside as he took another on, opening and looking through.
Spot: This is a old one; 'Saturnalia is the ancient Roman holiday that honored the god Saturn'-AGAIN I ask how many nicknames do you all have up there-'This holiday begins with a sacrifice at the temple of Saturn, followed by a public banquet with gift giving, partying and a carnival in which gambling was allowed. A custom in this is the election of the King of the Saturnalie, who would give orders to people and preside over merry-meant. All, no matter the rank, was allowed to celebrate. This Holiday has influence modern celebrations such as Christmas and the Feast of the holy innocents for example'. It looks like most of these holidays are linked by some of the major pinpoints; giving, unity, merriment, and a divine being...CHRISTMAS...
Spot slowly set the book aside thinking on that word.
Spot: That's from the Christianity side of the religious universe here on Earth. Freedom said the pilgrims came here in order to keep following their traditions. That being said, I better look into this one.
Spot grabbed the last book and opened it, reading carefully.
Spot: 'Christmas has not only become the pinnacle of the Christianity culture, as this is the given day of the birth of Christ, but also to many who are not of the christian faith among the billions of people around the world. All around people decorate with pine in ornaments and garland, ranging from Christmas trees to wreaths. The most common colors are red, gold, and green. Many send christmas cards to their friends and loved ones, many making music regarding the season. Above all, the creation of Santa Claus, the gift giver and kindest of hearts, would visit good little girls and boys making their wishes come true'...SANTA CLAUS? Okay, this guy is new.
Spot turned the pages fast, till he found the name and the picture of a jolly man dressed in red and white.
Spot: There he is 'Santa Claus, also know in Christianity as Saint Nicholas, Saint Nick, Kris Kringle and many many other names. Santa is the legendary figure for the Christmas season, who brings gifts on Christmas eve with his flying reindeer and sleigh. He along with his wife works along side elves in their workshop in the North Pole, making toys for all good girls and boys'.-Is he a spirit? A entity?-*eyes widen* Could he be chosen by the creator?!
Spot mind raced at the thought. He had heard stories from the other Rusherz about those who were gifted grand power after they had done deeds of just, kindness, courage, and/or love.
Spot: To think a man was blessed with such a reward...truly, he is well deserved of his title for this Season. *closes his eyes* But-can all this help me?
Spot sighed, letting his mind wander.
Spot thoughts: There is so much of the planet I don't get. So many holidays, so many individuals, so much history good and bad...Cyclops, we have so much to tell you-
Radio: Evening everyone; we have a snow storm warning in the area, so please be cautious-
Spot eyes widen-he felt it...Cyclops was close, and he was GOING TO BE IN THE STORM. Spot lept and ran to the door.
Librarian: SIR PLEASE THE STORM IS FIERCE-!
Spot ignored the warning as he ran into the cold snowy inferno.
White House, night...
Liberty: *bundled up;frantic* SPOT! SPOT WHERE ARE YOU!
All the Rusherz, bundled up by words of Edith Wilson, all carried lights (Liberty and Blow-Torch using their torches) as they frantically looked around the snow storm with others.All ran around in and out once they heard Spot was nowhere to be found.
Thomas R. Marshall: *frantic* SPOT! SPOT PLEASE THE WEATHER IS FIERCE OUT HERE! IT IS NO TIME FOR ANYONE TO BE OUT IN SUCH CONDITIONS!
Woodrow Wilson as his wife did their best (under Woodrow's conditions) to aid their friends in the search-they stop when they saw a car parking in the roundabout, a man getting out in shock seeing the spectical.
Man: What in the world is going on-?
President Woodrow Wilson: Calvin! *cautiously runs down with his wife* What are you doing here?
Calvin Coolidge: I was here to prepare for the ingratiation to become vice president, but i cannot leave the state due to the weather-*looks around* what is going here?
Edith Wilson: Spot's gone missing!
Calvin eyes widen hearing this. It was no secret that those in the running, whether it be the president seat or cabiant, have heard about the Rusherz living with the current president. He quickly wrapped a scarf around his neck.
Calvin Coolidge: Tell me everything! I will help with the search!
Thomas R. Marshall: Thank you, we can use all the help we can get.
Swoop: W-whose that?
They turned seeing a few of the Rusherz stopped and seeing the new face. Calvin gave a curt tip of his hat.
Calvin Coolidge: Calvin Coolidge, future vice-president to Warren G. Harding. I'm here due to the storm but wish to help with the search.
Freefall: Futur-*shakes his head* Later, thank you so much! SPOT!
With that the soon to be vice-president joined in the search.
Meanwhile...
Spot was surprised he was not shivering from the cold as he trudged through the thick snow, fur pale as frosted patched formed on him. His vision on where he was was clouded from the large snow storm that hit the area, so he had no idea where he was. Even time was lost in the storm.
Spot: *freezing;tired* I-I should of gotten some help. M-Maybe I-I can go back a-and get help?
Spot thought of where the White house was-HE HAD NO IDEA. He had only come here with the others so he had no idea how to get back-
HE WAS LOST.
Spot tried to keep walking, but his legs soon gave out as he fell into the snow. He tired to get up, but his legs would not respond, in fact his body was no responding at all. Spot soon felt his eyes were heavy, struggling to keep them awake.
Spot: *freezing;tired;bit slurred* C-Can't-Cy-Cy-Cy-
SPOT?!
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Spot sunken eyes looked up, seeing a being with blue skin and black hair, his eyes widen and in shock. He wore handmade fur clothing as he ran over. Spot knew who it was-the one he was looking for; All he need was to look at his body structure
Spot: *freezing;tired;bit slurred-tiny weak smile* C-CYCLOPS.
And at that-the bells rung twelve times.
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DECEMBER 1, 1920...
Cyclops face was filled with tears and panic as he held Spot in his arms. The Jaguar Rusher felt so cold.
Cyclops: *tears; inner panic* Spot-
Spot: *freezing;tired;bit slurred;tiny weak smile* I-I fou-nd you. *eyes fluttering* I-I fou-nd you.
Cyclops: *tears; inner panic* Spot please you-you need to stay awake PLEASE!
Spot repeated the words till-
Spot: *freezing;tired;bit slurred;tiny weak smile;eyes closing* Made-my w-ish-true..
Spot body went limp as Cyclops went into full panic mode, shaking Spot.
Cyclops: *tears;panic* SPOT YOU NEED TO STAY AWAKE PLEASE! *Looks around* GUYS! GUYS WHERE ARE YOU!?
Cyclops heard nothing meaning they were far from the others. He looked around frantically, before his eyes caught the sparks of light from a glorious building. It looked like the house of a important figure. Cyclops was hesitant to go in, to revel himself but-his eyes went to Spot, and he was ready to give himself up if it was to save their little brother-
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The music of the Washington National Cathedral rung in the large room, the area light with candles and decorated for the festive season, as the music ended and just when the Priest was about to start-
BANG!
Cyclops: *tears;panic* SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!
All turned and froze upon seeing the blue being with the unconscious Jaguar Rusher in his arms, eyes wet in tears as he ran forward to the priest. He panted as he looked up.
Cyclops: *tears;panic* L-Look I-I'll do anything, be a prisoner for you b-but please save HIM!
The cathedral was silent at Cyclops declaration, the Rusher trembling in fear as he fell to his knees looking down ready to accept his fate. The priest was shock at what he heard, then he looked at him closely. He went down making Cyclops look at him...his teary eyes widen when he got a closer look at the priest.
Cyclops: *shock* Y-Your not Anitcorians...W-Who are-
The priest stopped him taking off his robe as wrapping it around Spot. It was very rare for a priest to take off his robe and be in the regular black and white attire for service, but the service was halted for dire reasons and this was a emergency situation.
Priest: *Loud* ARE ANY OF YOU DOCTORS?! SPOT NEEDS HELP AT ONCE!
A few got up and ran over, some getting up from their seats to allow the priest to lay Spot down. Cyclops was in awe that they all were helping, and the fact they somehow knew who they were. He felt something drape over him, seeing it was a coat as the Priest checked him over.
Priest: Are you alright?
Cyclops: *awe;shock* I-Well-Yes..I'm so sorry but how-I'm so confused. W-Where am I?
Priest: *nods understanding* You are on Earth, and we are human beings.
Cyclops: *awe;shock* So-we're not on Anticoria? Not at all? *the priest nods; tears growing in Cyclops' eyes* Oh shards I-I made a huge mistake i-if we lose Spot-
Priest: *calm* Calm my friend, your fear is understandable. Your friends have told us the similarities with the fiends who had harm you.
Cyclops tears fell faster hearing this.
Cyclops: *awe;shock* T-THEIR HERE! THEIR ALL HERE?!
The priest nodded-and Cyclops finally broke down crying in an array of emotions. The priest gentle brought him in a hug, calming the once lost Rusher.
Priest: *calm;gentle;kind* It's alright, it's okay. You where you need to be now.
?: What is going on here?
The priest looked up seeing the Rabi running in with a few from his place of service hearing the shouting from outside, shock forming when they saw the scene.
Rabi: *shock* That's-That's him right? The thirty second one?
The priest nodded.
Priest: We need to contact the president at once, ah but the storm they won't be able to see-
Rabi: We'll handle this! You take care of Spot and the founded Rusher, we're light their way here *ushers the others to the door* RETRIEVE THE MENORAHS AND ANY CANDLES! LIGHT THEM UP AND WE'LL GUIDE THEM!
Cyclops had calmed down after hearing this, taking breaths. A elderly women came over and offer him a tissue, Cyclops accepting it.
Cyclops: *wipes his eyes* T-Thank you.
Elderly Women: Of course dear.
The priest nodded as he turned back to Cyclops.
Priest: If I may ask, are you Cyclops? Rusher of the Titains?
Cyclops: Y-Yes. I am. *looks back to where Spot is* Is-Will he be okay?
All turned to the doctors, calm yet serious expressions on their faces.
Doctor: He has Hypothermia, surprise it isn't fatal with how he was out in the weather the way he is. He's freezing.
At that moment someone got the number to the white house and dialed fast.
Meanwhile, White House...
Claw: *panicked* SHARDS OF THE CORE WHERE DID HE GO!?
All present were panicked at the fact Spot had been gone for almost a day, looking around inside for any clues on where he could had gone to.
President Woodrow Wilson: *looks around* Oh dear, I do pray he is in good hands but where could he had gone-
He stopped, seeing that Liberty was looking at a piece of paper and a open window. Edith quickly went over and shut the window.
Edith Wilson: Oh goodness Liberty don't stand in a open window in this weather-
Liberty: Guys-read this.
All went over and looked at the paper that Spot was writing on.
MY WISH; FIND AND REUNITE WITH CYCLOPS WITH ALL OF US BEFORE THE YEAR ENDS.
The Rusherz shoke in tears reading it, the humans hearts both breaking and in worry.
Pick-Ax: *shaking* He-He went to find Cyclops, in this weather.
Fang: *frantic* WE HAVE TO GO OUT THERE HE COULD-
The phone rang, all turning to it as the president ran over grabbing it.
President Woodrow Wilson: Hello?-Yes this is he-*eyes widen* WHAT?! WHAT?!
Rampage: *frantic* What!? What is it!?
Edith Wilson: *calming the Rusherz* Calm dears.
President Woodrow Wilson: Okay-Oaky thank you so much! *hangs up* Freefall your needed fast for this.
Freefall: *frantic* What happened?!
President Woodrow Wilson: *takes a breath* Spot was found in the snow unconscious, suffering Hypothermia.
The Rusherz felt their hearts freeze there.
Blow-Torch:-WHO FOUND HIM?
President Woodrow Wilson: That's the thing-IT WAS A RUSHER.
-At that moment the Rusherz shoke hearing this; there was only one Rusherz who found him that was not present with them yet.
Steed: Cyclops-*tears form* Oh Shards Cyclops.
At that moment Woodrow Wilson face became serious as he stood firm, sending a call that summoned the staff as all followed him. The persona and emotions of his title was on full display now, the combo of leadership.
President Woodrow Wilson: *to Thomas* Thomas please assist me with preparations for this medical emergency-
Thomas R. Marshall: *nods* Of course Woodrow.
President Woodrow Wilson: *To a staff member* You and the others get the place warm up and fast-
Staff member: Yes Mr. President *runs off*!
President Woodrow Wilson: *to chef* You get warm fluids ready and on hand-
Chef: Yes sir *runs off*!
President Woodrow Wilson: *to Calvin* Calvin, I won't last outside long with my leg so accompany the Rusherz to Washington National Cathedral-
Calvin Coolidge: Me sir-?
President Woodrow Wilson: I trust you and I can see a bright future, so please be there for them for moral support. Take the largest vehicle and drive safe.
Calvin nodded as he rounded them up.
Stampede: Are you-
Calvin Coolidge: I'll be joining you on the trip and I'm driving.
Liberty: T-thank you.
They ran out as the President contained calling request.
President Woodrow Wilson: LET'S GET MOVING EVERYONE! WE GOT A LIFE ON THE LINE!
Washington National Cathedral...
The Rabi lit the last candles, the area now glowing in fiery lights that penetrated the snow. Many were holding the candles as they looked for the vehicles.
Rabi: *looks up* Now it's up to you.
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Cyclops held on to Spot's hand, still feeling the cold sensation from the Rusher. He gentle brushes his head as the doctors kept on watch to the side with the priest.
Cyclops: *comforting* Just keep fighting Spot, your gonna be okay.
Doctor: It's amazing how Spot is fighting the hypothermia in his current state. These Rusherz truly have the strongest will to live.
Priest: Indeed. I do not think this was Spot's intention to be caught in such a storm, the Rusherz' old planet must of had different weather and temperature patterns.
Doctor: I know-I can't help but feel sorrow over what happened to them. They have been through so much.
The priest nodded as he watched on the scene, Cyclops holding onto Spot's hands.
Priest: This-this is the truest from of love I have seen...I can see why they question us humans on the concept of it and it's many forms.
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The Rabi looked around when he saw the light of a car, eyes widening.
Rabi: WAVE THEM!
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Soar: LOOK! OVER THERE!
Soar pointed to the yellow lights moving in the storm, Calvin turning the car to the lights. All were in awe seeing the amount of people holding candles as he parked. Stallion and Claw opened the door seeing the group and then the building, quickly running up and nodding in gratitude.
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Stallion and Claw: *frantic* IS THIS THE NATIONAL WASHINGTON CATHEDRAL!?
All turned seeing two of the Rusherz, nodding. Claw ran forward-freezing when he turned to see Cyclops holding Spot's hand, the Jaguar Rusher unconscious. Claw, in a mix of emotions, tears fell as he hugged Cyclops and Spot, sobbing. The rest of the Rusherz and Calvin ran in and soon saw the scene before them.
K-9: *small fear* Oh shards he's so pale.
Freefall ran forward checking Spot over, feeling his foreheard.
Freefall: He's slowly getting warm, but it's slow. We need to get him back fast.
They nodded, Cyclops was frozen in place as he fell into Claw with more tears falling.
Cyclops: *tears* I-I'm so sorry I'm so sorry-
Claw: *tears;raspy* Don't, your okay and you found Spot. We'll talk about this later.
Calvin went over and shoke the priest hand, followed by the Rabi who followed them in.
Calvin Coolidge: Thank you both so much, I promise you both will be thanked properly another day-
Rabi: No no, we're happy to have helped.
Priest: Please, be safe on the way back.
He nodded as Freefall gentle lifted Spot up, handing the priest his robes back and placing a blanket he brought from the white house.
Liberty: *to everyone* Thank you, all of you. *to the Rusherz* WE'RE HEADING BACK!
All ran back out and into the vehicle, Calvin driving off. With the knowledge Spot was in good hands, both Rabi and Priest went back to their respect dwellings of pray..however, no noise was made. All prays were silent except in mind and heart as all wish for Spot to live and recover.
Later, White House...
Woodrow, Edith, Timothy, and Calvin sat in wait with the others Rusherz as Freefall worked on Spot near the fireplace. Once the Rusherz returned, with Cyclops among them, Freefall got to work treating Spot in the room prepared for them. Woodrow looked at the cloack-12:46. Thirty minutes of calls, running and pure action and it felt like time was short compared to how long it really was.
Freefall: -sighs- Done all I can, it's up to him now.
Freefall brought up the last blanket over Spot's body, his forehead covered with a warm rag as the others came over.
Scavenger: Is he going to be okay?
Freefall: *small tired smile* He's gotten warmer since we got here, the people at the cathedral acted fast so he has a stronger chance. Not to mention he's been fighting hard so he should be good.
Stampede: Thank goodness..*to the four* And thank you guys for helping us with all this.
They smiled as Beast handed Freefall a cup of warm water, the Seahawk gentle lifting Spot's head and having him drink from it.
Thomas R. Marshall: We're just hoping Spot is okay. Hypothermia is still a problem here on Earth, so we're just hoping Spot will be alright.
Edith Wilson: Speaking of which-*to the Titian Rusher* we must address someone.
Cyclops was on the side, still guilty over all that had happened. Woodrow Wilson walked over first as the others watch. He went down, Cyclops looking at him.
President Woodrow Wilson: Hello Cyclops, my name is Woodrow Wilson. I am currently president of the United States, but I will be moving on from the position in January of next year. I have been helping your friends this past year, and It has been an honor to help the Rusherz.
Cyclops eyes widen hearing this.
Cyclops: I-thank you, for, for taking care of them. I-I'm sorry if my disappearance caused such sorrow and panic-
Liberty went over now, taking Cyclops' hands with a warm gentle smile.
Liberty: It's okay, we're just glad we found you. Although, not the way we expected. *takes out the note* Turns out Spot's wish was powerful.
Cyclops was handed the note, reading it over. His tears formed, though it pricked his eyes as he wiped them.
Cyclops: Spot..*hugs the message* Well, his wish came true then.
Woodrow nodded as he and the others sat up, going to the door. They knew the Rusherz needed time alone after all that had happened.
President Woodrow Wilson: We will be going to bed, please let us know if you need anything.
Rusherz: Thank you.
With that they left, leaving the Rusherz alone. Their smiles fell as they felt exhausted, turning to Spot. They all went over as sat around the makeshift bed, planning on standing vigil over him.
They-swore they heard music outside, sounds of wishes praying for Spot to live and get well.
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Spot moaned, his body feeling heavy and numb. Yet, he started to feel warm.
?: Spot? Spot can you hear me?
Spot slowly opened his eyes a bit, vision clearing as he saw the rest of the Rusherz next to him. Freefall gentle dabbed his forehead with a warm rag. The morning rays shone from the windows.
Spot: *tired;weak* G-Guys?
Freefall: *gentle* Hey there. You gave us quite a scare last night.
Spot: *tired;weak* S-Sorry..I-I saw-Cyclops. He's here-
?: You bet I am.
Spot eyes widen a bit seeing Cyclops walk forward, now in warm cloths matching a warm smile. He knelt down and brushed Spot's forehead.
Spot: *tired;weak; small smile* I found you...
Cyclops: You found me alright. I'm a bit caught up with all that happened and going on, but I was more focused on you. We all were.
Spot gave a small purr, some tears falling as he smiled.
Spot: *tired;weak* My wish-came true.
Liberty: Y-yeah, it did.
The Rusherz were pricked with tears as Spot purred. It was there they heard a knock, turning to the door.
Freedom: You can come in, he's awake.
The door opened as The president, first later and both current and future vice-president entered with trays of food and smiles on their faces.
Edith Wilson: Good morning everyone. *to Spot* Spot, we're happy to see you are awake.
Spot: *tired;weak* Yeah, sorry for the panic.
President Woodrow Wilson: It's fine, you wanted to find your friend before the Holiday for-basically your family at this point.
The Rusherz smiled as they sat down the food.
Thomas R. Marshall: *gives a plate to Talon* You been receiving many calls you know, everyone is hoping you recovery. So hearing you are awake will certainly help them.
Talon: That's nice of them, we need to thank those guys from last night for their help. *to Calvin* And you, gotta say you haven't been ingratiated and yet you played a major role.
Calvin blushed at that rubbing his head.
Calvin Coolidge: Will admit, was not expecting any of this. But I was happy ot have helped you guys. Listen, you need anything just call me up okay?
Liberty: We certainly will.
Spot tired to get up, but his body was still weak from the aliment. Claw helped him up, Spot smiling.
Spot: *tired;weak* I'm going to be on bed-rest for a while with this. But-I'm glad. *to Cyclops* I'm happy your back.
Cyclops smiled as he ruffled Spot's head with a smile, all beginning to eat the warm meal.
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DECEMBER HAD ARRIVED, AND THIS TIME ALL RUSHERZ WERE PRESENT FOR THE FINAL MONTH OF THE YEAR.