Seven swans a-swimming
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dolevalanSubject: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Fandom: Gargoyles
A/N: A wee bit fragmented...like my brain. *dies*
Matt looked up from his desk as his partner looked into the room. “You’ll never guess where we’ve been invited,” said Elisa, leaning against the door frame.
“Tahiti?”
“Somewhere almost as unlikely.” She presented him with an envelope. “We are cordially invited to spend Christmas with David Xanatos.”
He raised an eyebrow and looked at the invitation. “So it would seem.” He looked up with a boyish grin. “Think I’ll need to rent a tux?”
--
Owen was, as usual, doing twenty things at once. Equally as usual, he was completely calm and collected, and looked up when Xanatos walked in as if he had been doing nothing more taxing than playing a game of solitaire.
“Owen, how are the preparations? Ready to get in the holiday spirit?”
The major domo pushed his glasses a little farther up the bridge of his nose. “Everything will be ready, sir.”
Xanatos grinned. “Excellent. Good work, as always.” He turned and left the office, whistling “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.” Had he turned to look, he might have caught the edge of what was almost a smile touching Owen’s lips. But he didn’t turn, and the smile went unseen.
--
It had been a very, very long time since Titania and Oberon had received an invitation to a mortal’s celebration. Then again, not every mortal was Titania’s son by marriage, either. The Seelie court made elaborate preparations for the event.
--
Goliath would have rolled his eyes, were he prone to such things. Anglea, Lex, Broadway and Brooklyn were trying to concoct the perfect eggnog, and had been trying for hours now. Lex, as the smallest, was already a little tipsy. Angela looked up and raised an eyebrow at Goliath, looking very like her mother for just a moment. He held up his hands.
“Don’t stop on my account. But if we’re actually going to this party, don’t expect me to carry any of you home.”
Lex looked confused, Broadway looked startled and Brooklyn looked slightly ashamed, as if his hand had been caught in the cookie jar. Angela just smiled at him. “If we’re being good guests, we have to bring something.” The smile grew and became a touch wicked. “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything too embarrassing.”
Goliath groaned. Now, he knew he was in trouble.
--
Owen idly kicked some streamers out of his path. There would be people to clean them up shortly. There was one changeling snoring under the couch, but Owen let him sleep. Idly, he bent down to pick up an empty champagne bottle and set it on one of the tables still standing upright. Then, carefully, he removed the camera from Matt Bluestone’s pocket, popped open the back to over-expose the film, and then slid the camera back into the unconscious detective’s pocket. Everything taken care of, he gave the devastated room a last sweep with his eyes, and slipped out. One could have almost sworn he was…humming. But it was Owen Burnett, so, of course, he wasn’t.
Fandom: Gargoyles
A/N: A wee bit fragmented...like my brain. *dies*
Matt looked up from his desk as his partner looked into the room. “You’ll never guess where we’ve been invited,” said Elisa, leaning against the door frame.
“Tahiti?”
“Somewhere almost as unlikely.” She presented him with an envelope. “We are cordially invited to spend Christmas with David Xanatos.”
He raised an eyebrow and looked at the invitation. “So it would seem.” He looked up with a boyish grin. “Think I’ll need to rent a tux?”
--
Owen was, as usual, doing twenty things at once. Equally as usual, he was completely calm and collected, and looked up when Xanatos walked in as if he had been doing nothing more taxing than playing a game of solitaire.
“Owen, how are the preparations? Ready to get in the holiday spirit?”
The major domo pushed his glasses a little farther up the bridge of his nose. “Everything will be ready, sir.”
Xanatos grinned. “Excellent. Good work, as always.” He turned and left the office, whistling “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.” Had he turned to look, he might have caught the edge of what was almost a smile touching Owen’s lips. But he didn’t turn, and the smile went unseen.
--
It had been a very, very long time since Titania and Oberon had received an invitation to a mortal’s celebration. Then again, not every mortal was Titania’s son by marriage, either. The Seelie court made elaborate preparations for the event.
--
Goliath would have rolled his eyes, were he prone to such things. Anglea, Lex, Broadway and Brooklyn were trying to concoct the perfect eggnog, and had been trying for hours now. Lex, as the smallest, was already a little tipsy. Angela looked up and raised an eyebrow at Goliath, looking very like her mother for just a moment. He held up his hands.
“Don’t stop on my account. But if we’re actually going to this party, don’t expect me to carry any of you home.”
Lex looked confused, Broadway looked startled and Brooklyn looked slightly ashamed, as if his hand had been caught in the cookie jar. Angela just smiled at him. “If we’re being good guests, we have to bring something.” The smile grew and became a touch wicked. “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything too embarrassing.”
Goliath groaned. Now, he knew he was in trouble.
--
Owen idly kicked some streamers out of his path. There would be people to clean them up shortly. There was one changeling snoring under the couch, but Owen let him sleep. Idly, he bent down to pick up an empty champagne bottle and set it on one of the tables still standing upright. Then, carefully, he removed the camera from Matt Bluestone’s pocket, popped open the back to over-expose the film, and then slid the camera back into the unconscious detective’s pocket. Everything taken care of, he gave the devastated room a last sweep with his eyes, and slipped out. One could have almost sworn he was…humming. But it was Owen Burnett, so, of course, he wasn’t.
