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When; Christmas Morning
Rating; PGish
Characters; Brennan (

theshockvalue ) and Shalimar (

feralside )
Summary; Brennan and Shalimar share their first real Christmas

Log; Brennan wondered if Christmas just felt like this. He was groggy, he was tired. It was gross. Of course, he was the one who decided to give up coffee for two weeks for that book. It had been his decision and now it was time to pay the price. He was happy he didn't have a headache...of course, that would probably set in before the week was out. He yawned and sat down on the sofa, picking up his worn copy of Leaves of Grass and waited for Shalimar to get home. He'd already seen the truth of things: the coffee was gone. Just gone.

Yeah, Christmas wasn't fun. The day, not the holiday. He rubbed at his tired eyes. That didn't even make any sense, Brennan.

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Shalimar was surprised at how well things were going, she'd never had Christmas like this and it was surprisingly nice. Even considering the fact that she didn't have some of her abilities, it was still going well. She came into the living room and stopped to look at Brennan. Something seemed off about how he looked sitting there. It wasn't that early in the morning.

"Merry Christmas," she said, giving him a small smile. "You look tired. Did you not sleep well?"

He looked up from his book as she came in. He had a dull sort of headache crawling it's way up between his eyes, but otherwise he was fine, just groggy. He smiled at her, trying to look like nothing was wrong and probably failing miserably.

"No, I slept okay. Have a good time with Kirk?"

She couldn't help but chuckle at his attempt to look like nothing was wrong, she knew him better than that. But she couldn't think of anything that could actually be wrong, so she let it go.

"Yeah I did. Not at first though, he pretended to propose to me. If I'd had my strength I think I would have killed him."

Brennan chuckled. He'd have to give the man props later. Most girls would hate him for make the joke and not following through. He'd be a dead-man with Shalimar.

"So, what did he get you?"

"Do not laugh Brennan. I punched him. And I may not have my enhanced strength but I can still punch damn hard," she said, crossing her arms. "The box actually had leopard print lingerie in it. Which I have to say is more of a gift for himself." She tried to not laugh at that, it didn't work.

"And he got me a necklace..."

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with getting your girl a gift the two of you can share," He was still laughing. Hell, he was laughing harder just because she'd hit him. Then it dawned on him that that probably made him a horrible person and he tried to get a lid on it.

"So, lets see this necklace." Did Brennan want it submitted for his approval? Well, maybe.

"I'm contemplating if I want to hit you or not," she said, laughing just a tiny bit herself. It had been funny. In a way.

She pulled out the gift from her pocket and showed him. "That. To keep away nightmares or something."

Brennan looked it over. It was pretty cool is a quazi-tribal kind of way. After looking at it for a moment, he decided he liked it. He nodded. Kirk passed. At least today.

"So, you think it really works? Like, is it magic or something?"

She shrugged, she didn't really put too much stock in things like that. "I think it's probably just a piece of jewelry. Still it's a ...nice gift."

He nodded. "It's a great thought. I gotta give him that." He smiled and rubbed his hands together. "So, you ready for this?"

"I suppose it shows he does care about the fact that I have nightmares," she said, shrugging again. She was really bad at this. "You make it sound like we're jumping into a lake in the middle of winter."

He shook his head. "That's not nearly as fun as it sounds, trust me." Despite the headache he had blooming, he couldn't help but grin. He'd been looking forward to it all night and all morning. Okay, so maybe he hadn't slept well. Damn it, he was excited. He took Shal's hand and led her over to the tree, taking a seat on the floor. Yeah, he looked 12, but who cared?

"You wanna go first?"

Okay that was just cute. She couldn't help but grin at how excited he was, not that she wasn't slightly excited herself. This was all actually kind of nice and she was enjoying herself.

"No. You go first. Then I go. Then you can run out to look at the car."

"Sounds like a plan." He picked a gift at random, a medium box, and ripped in with all the abandon of a boy on, well, Christmas morning. The hoodie was awesome. Monty Python, baby! He pulled it over his head and situated it. Of course it fit perfectly. Grinning, he picked up the two more and donned the jewelry contained within. One was left. The dog-tags hit him with a pang of nostalgia. He draped them over his head and then wrapped his arms around Shalimar.

His voice was thick with emotion. "Thanks, Shal. A lot." Then he reached over and handed her the smallest of her packages. "This one first."

With each gift he opened her grin got wider, she was really enjoying watching him this happy.

"You're welcome. I hope you like it all." She took the package and unwrapped it, when she saw the ipod touch she almost let out a little squeal, but she kept from letting it out. She'd needed something like this for when she went jogging and it had apps too and blue tooth. "Awesome! This is perfect babe."

He beamed. He'd hoped his gifts would be that well received. Of course, her current mp3 player left a lot to be desired. "Turn it on. It's got everything ready for you to use."

He handed her another, slightly larger package, this one containing a sweet set of sports-ready bluetooth headphones.

She turned it on and flipped through, he'd already put her cd's and other music on it. She grinned more, at this point she was almost beaming herself.

Opening the next package she smirked, he'd thought this through. "No wires. Perfect. This is great, now I won't be interrupted when I jog around the City."

"The headphones are ready to go, too." He handed her a wrapped roll that looked a lot like a roll of wrapping paper. "Okay, this one needs some explanation. You know how Kirk is the Captain Kirk, right? From Star Trek, yeah?" He looked down. It was still....weird. "We....that is, Mutant X....it was a....TV show, Shal. I found that in the Underground."

"Thanks babe, this is great!" She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, she seriously didn't want to know this. "I like to ignore that part because it's just freaking creepy as hell. I'd like to ignore this too...because what you just said is weird."

Yeah, so he was really uncertain about the poster (http://webs.ono.com/downloads/5448-mutant..x.-.1x09-.jpg). "It's...a poster. I thought you'd like it. It's...the good ol' days, you know?"

She looked at it and lowered her head taking in a deep breath. It'd be a lie if she said she didn't miss them all the time. "It's still creepy as hell but...it's all of us and that's...nice to have."

He chuckled. "I never said it wasn't creepy, but...those were better days, you know?" He was quiet for a moment. The next one...well...he just hoped Shal wasn't crying by the time James showed up was all.

He reached and grabbed the largest package and moved to sit beside her as he handed it over, taking her hand.

"Yeah...they were. I miss them...we shouldn't be this depressing," she said, sighing.

She took the package and looked at him for a minute, tilting her head and scrunching up her eyebrows. It seemed like something was off with him but she couldn't quite place it. She looked down at the package and began to unwrap it. When she'd finished she realized why something had seemed off.

"Oh...Brennan...." She looked at him and tried to fight back the urge to cry. It was the photo album, she couldn't actually believe it was here. "You...oh. I thought...it was gone forever. Oh Brennan...." She ran her hand over it and started to cry.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair. "Yeah, I know. It's gone where you're from, but in my timeline, it's still there. Except, now it's here."

She kept crying, at this point she really couldn't stop. For her it was gone, just like Sanctuary, and Emma herself. "Brennan...this is wonderful..."

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