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Holiday Cheer	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Holiday Cheer Chapter Three

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�Come ON,� Lance groaned. �Dinner�s in a few hours��

�You will survive,� Amara sighed. �I need to do this otherwise�� She paused, her hand hovering over the knife. �Otherwise bad things will happen.�

Lance rolled his eyes and sank lower in his seat. He was starving, having purposefully held off eating most of the day so he could fully enjoy Christmas dinner later. It did not help, he groused to himself, that Kitty had made a huge plate of something fried and potatoey and was offering it to anyone who passed by the kitchen. He could smell it from Amara�s room, he thought. And he was hungry enough to sample one, even if it was something Kitty made� Amara had turned her back on him and was murmuring her prayers, gesturing in a pattern older than Lance realized. She would never notice, he told himself. He waited, watching until he was sure that she was fully involved in her Saturnalia ritual, before slipping silently to his feet and easing out of the room, shutting the door as softly as he could behind him, wincing as the lock clicked into place automatically. When she did not call out to him or throw open the door in his wake, Lance hurried down the hall and practically tripped down the stairs. �Next time,� he muttered to himself, �wake up later��

�Lance!� Mark barked as the lanky youth nearly knocked him over in the kitchen doorway. �Where�s the fire?�

�Uh, sorry!� Lance extemporized, catching himself before he fell flat on his ass. �I needed a drink� ya know, decorating is hard work and all that�� He cleared his throat and tried not to make a dive for the plate of fried potatoes on the table.

Mark raised a brow and nodded. �I suppose so. Are you going home for the official holiday then, or staying here?� He knew that the reason they were celebrating a few days early was to allow the students who had homes and families to go to to do just that. Professor Xavier was planning a private, more ecumenical holiday celebration over the weekend, more inclusive of the diverse student body, but for now, the generic Christmas festivities suited most of them just fine, including the few visiting parents who had come to pick up their offspring for the trip home.

�Dude, this IS home,� Lance said without a trace of irony. A brief, bitter thought of Chicago blurred his mind but he shoved it aside, unwilling to let the past give him a headache now. He smiled tightly at Mark and made a show of going for the cabinet where the glasses were kept, selecting a tumbler and moving to the freezer for ice cubes. After humming and pouring himself some water, he glanced behind him and saw that Mark had moved on elsewhere. _Ha, _ he smirked in personal triumph. Easing to the table, he selected one of the potato pancakes off the top of the stack and made short work of it, his empty stomach protesting at first but reconciling itself to the idea of food after the second pancake made an appearance. _Dinner�s not till seven� it�s three now� _ Something sweet, he decided, would be the way to go. A plate of sliced fruitcake, waiting to be arranged on one of the serving trays, waited on the counter, covered in plastic wrap. He was loathe to admit it but he actually *liked * fruitcake, in all it�s kitschy glory. He abandoned Kitty�s potato pancakes for the plate, glancing around nervously to make sure he was still alone. The plastic wrap crinkled slightly as he lifted a corner of it, inhaling deeply the aroma of the rich, dark cake studded with cherries and pineapple. _One piece won�t hurt, _ he decided.
�Dude, you in� hey!� Todd drew up short at the sight of Lance in the kitchen. His friend practically leapt away from the counter, towards the table, grabbing up a dark bottle of what looked like whiskey in the process. �I�ve been looking all over for you, dude,� Todd said, raising both brows suspiciously. �What�re you doing in here? Thought it was off limits �cept for the cooks��

Lance hoped he didn�t have crumbs on his lips as he hurriedly poured a healthy dose of the dark liquor into the mixing bowl he had discovered earlier. The contents were depleted due to his realization that the sauce was quite good on the fruitcake, but he was pretty sure a good pour of the whiskey and a dash of powdered sugar would make it unnoticeable. �I�m�uh� I�m helping,� he muttered quickly, stirring the mixture rapidly. �There, all done!� He shoved it in the fridge and smiled tightly at Todd. �Let�s go see if we can find some stuff to throw on the fire and make it turn colors.�

Todd glanced at the empty plate on the counter, then shrugged. �Cool with me. Saint John found some of the old pool cleaning stuff and says it�ll turn the fire blue��[1]

Lance grabbed Todd�s elbow, Mark�s voice coming from the garage a bit too close for comfort. �Cool. C�mon!�

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[1] http://www.kyantec.com/Tips/flame_colorers_for_firewood.htm
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