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gracie_musicaTitle: Holiday Spirit
Chapter Zero: Brushing off the Dust
Date Written: 11/24/05
Rating: PG--for now
Word Count: 360
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: In this chapter, JJ, Drake, Dee, Ryo, Ted, narrator
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: For crying out loud, Thanksgiving was just yesterday, and here I am, writing a Christmas fic. Ugh... It's gonna be multipart, I hope y'all like it. A few references to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fake_2nd_chance are made, since the chat is the inspiration for this fic.
I can't remember exactally when I was born, if I can even be considered to have been 'born'. I am artificial, after all. Yet, somehow, I'm also aware of everything that goes on around me, so I guess that makes me 'alive'.
All during the year, I'm locked up in a box. It's dark and slightly scary, but I'm not alone, others are with me. And there's a light at the end of the tunnel--I know I'll be let out sooner or later. My owner will come upstairs where he put me last time, humming happily to himself as he rummages through my brethren, taking out this and that.
Finally, his hand closes around me. I can feel the callouses on his hands against my synthetic flesh, thicker than I remember. Have his hands always been like that, or have they gotten worse over the year?
He holds me up by two fingers--I'm that light--and spins me around, grinning at me. His blue-blonde hair is disheveled, a streak of dust high on his cheekbones.
Hi JJ! It's been a while, hasn't it?
---
Drake Parker glared at his partner's desk. "JJ... do you remember anything about the conversation we had last year?"
The sharpshooter grinned innocently back in reply. "What are you talking about?"
"Just don't break out the frickin' singing rat," Dee said, hanging his sportscoat over the back of his char.
"Alvin is not a rat!"
"JJ, please don't," Ryo asked politely. "I had Christmas Time Is Here stuck in my head for a week."
"I'm not going to take him out," JJ grumped, crossing his arms. "That was a present from my sister, too."
"And he's lovely," Ryo smoothed over calmly, smiling serenely. "But we don't want Drake and Ted and Dee to kill someone trying to shoot it."
"Hey!" the three named detectives objected immediately.
"Oh! Speaking of killing people..." JJ began searching through one of his desk drawers for a few moments before taking out something green and plastic. His four friends groaned as the sharpshooter bounced over to the doorframe and dangled the ornament from the doorframe.
"Not frickin' mistletoe AGAIN..."
Chapter Zero: Brushing off the Dust
Date Written: 11/24/05
Rating: PG--for now
Word Count: 360
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: In this chapter, JJ, Drake, Dee, Ryo, Ted, narrator
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: For crying out loud, Thanksgiving was just yesterday, and here I am, writing a Christmas fic. Ugh... It's gonna be multipart, I hope y'all like it. A few references to
fake_2nd_chance are made, since the chat is the inspiration for this fic.I can't remember exactally when I was born, if I can even be considered to have been 'born'. I am artificial, after all. Yet, somehow, I'm also aware of everything that goes on around me, so I guess that makes me 'alive'.
All during the year, I'm locked up in a box. It's dark and slightly scary, but I'm not alone, others are with me. And there's a light at the end of the tunnel--I know I'll be let out sooner or later. My owner will come upstairs where he put me last time, humming happily to himself as he rummages through my brethren, taking out this and that.
Finally, his hand closes around me. I can feel the callouses on his hands against my synthetic flesh, thicker than I remember. Have his hands always been like that, or have they gotten worse over the year?
He holds me up by two fingers--I'm that light--and spins me around, grinning at me. His blue-blonde hair is disheveled, a streak of dust high on his cheekbones.
Hi JJ! It's been a while, hasn't it?
---
Drake Parker glared at his partner's desk. "JJ... do you remember anything about the conversation we had last year?"
The sharpshooter grinned innocently back in reply. "What are you talking about?"
"Just don't break out the frickin' singing rat," Dee said, hanging his sportscoat over the back of his char.
"Alvin is not a rat!"
"JJ, please don't," Ryo asked politely. "I had Christmas Time Is Here stuck in my head for a week."
"I'm not going to take him out," JJ grumped, crossing his arms. "That was a present from my sister, too."
"And he's lovely," Ryo smoothed over calmly, smiling serenely. "But we don't want Drake and Ted and Dee to kill someone trying to shoot it."
"Hey!" the three named detectives objected immediately.
"Oh! Speaking of killing people..." JJ began searching through one of his desk drawers for a few moments before taking out something green and plastic. His four friends groaned as the sharpshooter bounced over to the doorframe and dangled the ornament from the doorframe.
"Not frickin' mistletoe AGAIN..."
