New Fic: Warm Memories; Christmas story
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mag7fansTitle: Warm Memories
Category: related to the Delinquent AU (prequel-ish)
Characters: Chris/Buck/Sarah, Adam
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash, threesome (nothing graphic)
Warm Memories
There had never a need for an alarm clock on Christmas. It had usually been Chris that woke everyone up because Buck had never been all that bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the mornings. If anything Buck was a night creature and liked to stay up late, but Buck was starting to go to bed earlier to follow Chris’s habit. Of course, sometimes Buck would get up in the middle of the night and wander around the house just to wander. Sarah did the same thing so Buck didn’t feel too bad.
Sarah would hit the snooze button again and again if she didn’t absolutely have to get up which made Chris paranoid. If he wasn’t early to something he was late. It had something to do with his dad’s strict military background – at least that’s what Buck speculated. Sarah said it was because Chris’s family was Catholic, but Buck didn’t know what that had to do with anything because Sarah’s family was also Catholic. It didn’t have to make sense to Sarah; she said her family wasn’t as Catholic-y as Chris’s and that made all the difference.
Since Adam had come along Chris wasn’t always the first one up on Christmas day. Adam’s first Christmas he woke them all up at 3am screaming and his second Christmas was more or less the same. Adam’s third Christmas he got into all the presents and tore them open before everyone else was awake.
On Adam’s fourth Christmas and they were all ready and waiting. They’d set out cookies and milk for Santa Claus, which was all Buck’s idea. Sarah had always insisted on honesty and told Adam that while Santa Claus wasn’t real many people believed he was so they would play along and pretend that Santa was real. Adam winked at Sarah because Sarah had told him that Buck was one of those people that still believed in Santa Claus. It was a big joke and they all enjoyed it. Chris would always eat the cookies and Sarah would always drink the milk, as Buck would read the Night Before Christmas to Adam in another room. After he was done reading the story they would always come back to the living room and Buck would act surprised that the cookies and milk were gone and that there were presents under the tree.
Presents weren’t opened until the morning, not even one no matter how much Buck or Adam begged and pleaded. It always made the anticipation so much better the next day or at least that was what Chris tried to tell Buck. “Mommy! Daddy! Daddy!”
“Oooph!” Sarah was curled up in the middle of the bed, oblivious – or at least pretending to be – to the bundle of energy that had slammed into Buck. “No, no Adam. This daddy isn’t awake until at least eight.” He got a hold of the boy and raised him up in the air until he was laughing and squealing then tossed him over to land on Chris who had already sat up and was looking too alert for five in the morning.
“What do we have here? Is this a rotten little rodent? Buck, where did you get this?” Chris was tickling Adam’s sides and blowing raspberries on his stomach while Adam protested loudly between giggles.
“No, daddy! I’m not a rodent!”
“Oh, you aren’t?” Chris sniffed at Adam’s hair. “You kind of smell like one.”
Adam’s nose wrinkled up. “No I don’t.” His arms wrapped around Chris’s neck once the tickling stopped and bumped their noses together. “It’s Christmas.”
“Yeah. So?”
The boy sighed dramatically. “So! Can we open presents now? Can we?”
“Hmmm. I don’t know.” Adam was tugging on Chris’s arm and saying please, please pleeeassse with all the sincerity and pleading a four year old could muster. “What do you think, Buck? Should we?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” was Adam’s immediate response while Buck paused as if to consider the question.
“Well, I don’t know about either of you,” Buck said with a raise of his eyebrows, “But I’ve been a good boy this year and I’m expecting some really good presents. So I would say we go check out what Santa left under the tree for us. Chris might just be getting coal, though. Do you think that’s about right, Adam?”
Adam shook his head, always loyal. “No! Daddy isn’t getting coal this year.”
“At least someone knows I deserve some good presents this year.” The corners of Chris’s mouth quirked up when Sarah’s eyebrows raised but her eyes remained closed. Then the blanket went over her head and she curled deeper into the folds of the bed to try to block out the noise. “How about we go start breakfast first? When mommy wakes up we can open presents.”
Adam pouted. “Mommy! Come on, wake up! It’s – ” The boy was cut off when Chris swept him up into the air and hauled him out of the room telling Adam that they’d let Buck take care of waking mommy. That was not what Adam wanted because he wanted her up now so they could open presents, but Chris wouldn’t allow it.
“Morning Sunshine.” Buck burrowed back under the blankets and curled up against Sarah who mumbled something that might have been “g’morning” or “screw you”. It was sometimes hard to tell with Sarah. “That’s my pretty lady.”
With a growling purr Sarah stretched until she was wrapped around Buck and using him as a pillow. “I’m going to go to sleep and drool on you,” she threatened, her eyes not opening once.
Buck chuckled and shook his head. “That’s okay. You don’t drool nearly as much as ol’ Chris does.” Sarah’s hair was messed up and full of tangles like it always was in the morning and Buck began methodically detangling her hair with his fingers. He would have reached for the brush on the stand beside the bed but Sarah was laying on him and he didn’t want to disturb her.
Their little lady always woke nice and slow. She’d make these little squeaky growly sounds as she gradually became more and more alert. Buck continued to talk to her as she cuddled closer to him.
“Is it time to get up?” Sarah finally asked as one of her eyes cracked open.
“Probably so, at least if you don’t want to disappoint our little boy. I think Chris has got breakfast covered,” he added just to hear Sarah groan. She never could eat before at least ten, if not later.
It took some time but Sarah finally dragged herself out of bed followed shortly by Buck and Buck pulled on some pajama pants to be more presentable for opening presents. When Adam was born Buck was able to continue his tradition of wearing nothing to bed for a while at least. Then Adam started to walk and wanted to crawl into bed with them and then Buck started to wear underwear to bed for propriety’s sake. He would have gladly worn nothing at all everywhere if society didn’t frown on it so much.
Chris had always worn clothes – long pajama pants and a t-shirt – to bed and Buck had never been able to understand it. When he’d voiced that Sarah had laughed and whispered in Buck’s ear that it was because Chris was uptight. Buck had whispered back that something about Chris was most certainly tight and Chris had smacked him on the head.
Adam was out of his seat, breakfast forgotten, when they appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Presents!”
“It’s nice to know I’m so loved,” Sarah laughed and Adam immediately went to her and hugged her.
“Morning mommy. Can we open presents now?”
Sarah glanced at Chris and then Buck and finally nodded her head. “Yes, I think we can.” Chris and Sarah trailed after Adam who raced for the living room and was followed closely by Buck. “He’s like a big kid.”
“Like? I don’t think Buck is ever going to grow up.” They watched as Adam tore into packages and Buck expressively admired them and handed him more packages.
“I’m okay with that.” Sarah wandered over to where they were unwrapping presents and began helping clear away wrapping paper. The presents didn’t matter even though there were plenty of them. It was watching Adam’s face light up and Buck grinning so wide it looked like it’d split his face. Buck almost seemed to be having more fun watching Adam get presents then Adam was with receiving them.
They exchanged gifts and ate Christmas dinner that was mostly prepared by Buck but Sarah helped a lot and Chris kept Adam entertained and out of their hair. All day long they played games with Adam and enjoyed all of his new toys that he hadn’t really needed. There were Christmas movies playing in the background and at the end of the day they all gathered around the TV to watch The Muppet Christmas Carol.
Adam fell asleep on the couch and Chris carried him to his bed and tucked him in tight with his new dinosaur stuffed animal. “That was a good Christmas.”
“What? You didn’t like the traditional go to the movies and eat Chinese food we used to do for Christmas? Those were the days!” Buck laughed when Chris nudged him and shook his head.
“Nah. Nothing can compare to this. Having you and Sarah and Adam all here.” Chris tried to squirm away when Buck kissed him. It might have offended Buck if Chris didn’t do the same thing with Sarah when they were within ten feet of Adam and he might see even if he was sound asleep. Buck kissed Chris again properly when they were out of Adam’s doorway.
“You going to leave me out?”
Buck turned and swept Sarah up in his arms. “Never, beautiful. How could we ever leave out the best lady in the house?”
“The only lady, Buck.” Not that either of them paid attention to Chris’s muttered comment because they were wrapped so tightly together it would be impossible to separate them. He watched them for a moment until Buck reached out and dragged Chris toward them. That was Buck, not wanting anyone to be left out even if Chris never felt left out and sometimes he liked to watch them together. Buck and Sarah, both of them were beautiful and probably more than he ever deserved.
“Merry Christmas Buck, Sarah.”
“Merry Christmas Christopher Jethro Larabee.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Buck, don’t call me that.”
“What? Jethro?”
“Boys!” They both fell silent as Sarah glared at them sternly. As soon as her back was turned Buck whispered “Jethro!” quietly. Chris whispered back, “It’s better than Eugene.”
“It is not.”
“Is too!”
“One more word and you boys are sleeping in the guestroom so I can get some sleep.”
“Sorry Sarah,” Chris said immediately while Buck leered at Chris and said he didn’t think that was a bad idea, but he didn’t want to leave Sarah out of the fun. “Come on, don’t ruin the wonderful day we had.”
“Ruin? I was going to make it even better.”
They didn’t know it at the time, but it was their last Christmas with Sarah and Adam and it was years before Chris was comfortable celebrating it without them. The wreath on the door had been put up the first Christmas afterwards and Chris had taken it down and burned it. The second year Chris hadn’t bothered to destroy the wreath. It was nearly five years later when Buck pushed Chris into putting up a Christmas tree and having presents under the tree again. They’d even watched The Muppets Christmas Carol and cried throughout the entire movie.
That was the best Christmas for Buck even better than their last Christmas with Adam and Sarah. It was the best Christmas because he could see that Chris was doing better, that he was – if not getting over it and never forgetting them – recovering and ready to continue on with his life. Their life. There was suddenly hope again and that’s what Buck had always believed Christmas was about. Hoping and reaching for something that was beyond themselves, something greater.
“Merry Christmas Chris.”
“Merry Christmas Bucklin.”
-The End-
Category: related to the Delinquent AU (prequel-ish)
Characters: Chris/Buck/Sarah, Adam
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash, threesome (nothing graphic)
Warm Memories
There had never a need for an alarm clock on Christmas. It had usually been Chris that woke everyone up because Buck had never been all that bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the mornings. If anything Buck was a night creature and liked to stay up late, but Buck was starting to go to bed earlier to follow Chris’s habit. Of course, sometimes Buck would get up in the middle of the night and wander around the house just to wander. Sarah did the same thing so Buck didn’t feel too bad.
Sarah would hit the snooze button again and again if she didn’t absolutely have to get up which made Chris paranoid. If he wasn’t early to something he was late. It had something to do with his dad’s strict military background – at least that’s what Buck speculated. Sarah said it was because Chris’s family was Catholic, but Buck didn’t know what that had to do with anything because Sarah’s family was also Catholic. It didn’t have to make sense to Sarah; she said her family wasn’t as Catholic-y as Chris’s and that made all the difference.
Since Adam had come along Chris wasn’t always the first one up on Christmas day. Adam’s first Christmas he woke them all up at 3am screaming and his second Christmas was more or less the same. Adam’s third Christmas he got into all the presents and tore them open before everyone else was awake.
On Adam’s fourth Christmas and they were all ready and waiting. They’d set out cookies and milk for Santa Claus, which was all Buck’s idea. Sarah had always insisted on honesty and told Adam that while Santa Claus wasn’t real many people believed he was so they would play along and pretend that Santa was real. Adam winked at Sarah because Sarah had told him that Buck was one of those people that still believed in Santa Claus. It was a big joke and they all enjoyed it. Chris would always eat the cookies and Sarah would always drink the milk, as Buck would read the Night Before Christmas to Adam in another room. After he was done reading the story they would always come back to the living room and Buck would act surprised that the cookies and milk were gone and that there were presents under the tree.
Presents weren’t opened until the morning, not even one no matter how much Buck or Adam begged and pleaded. It always made the anticipation so much better the next day or at least that was what Chris tried to tell Buck. “Mommy! Daddy! Daddy!”
“Oooph!” Sarah was curled up in the middle of the bed, oblivious – or at least pretending to be – to the bundle of energy that had slammed into Buck. “No, no Adam. This daddy isn’t awake until at least eight.” He got a hold of the boy and raised him up in the air until he was laughing and squealing then tossed him over to land on Chris who had already sat up and was looking too alert for five in the morning.
“What do we have here? Is this a rotten little rodent? Buck, where did you get this?” Chris was tickling Adam’s sides and blowing raspberries on his stomach while Adam protested loudly between giggles.
“No, daddy! I’m not a rodent!”
“Oh, you aren’t?” Chris sniffed at Adam’s hair. “You kind of smell like one.”
Adam’s nose wrinkled up. “No I don’t.” His arms wrapped around Chris’s neck once the tickling stopped and bumped their noses together. “It’s Christmas.”
“Yeah. So?”
The boy sighed dramatically. “So! Can we open presents now? Can we?”
“Hmmm. I don’t know.” Adam was tugging on Chris’s arm and saying please, please pleeeassse with all the sincerity and pleading a four year old could muster. “What do you think, Buck? Should we?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” was Adam’s immediate response while Buck paused as if to consider the question.
“Well, I don’t know about either of you,” Buck said with a raise of his eyebrows, “But I’ve been a good boy this year and I’m expecting some really good presents. So I would say we go check out what Santa left under the tree for us. Chris might just be getting coal, though. Do you think that’s about right, Adam?”
Adam shook his head, always loyal. “No! Daddy isn’t getting coal this year.”
“At least someone knows I deserve some good presents this year.” The corners of Chris’s mouth quirked up when Sarah’s eyebrows raised but her eyes remained closed. Then the blanket went over her head and she curled deeper into the folds of the bed to try to block out the noise. “How about we go start breakfast first? When mommy wakes up we can open presents.”
Adam pouted. “Mommy! Come on, wake up! It’s – ” The boy was cut off when Chris swept him up into the air and hauled him out of the room telling Adam that they’d let Buck take care of waking mommy. That was not what Adam wanted because he wanted her up now so they could open presents, but Chris wouldn’t allow it.
“Morning Sunshine.” Buck burrowed back under the blankets and curled up against Sarah who mumbled something that might have been “g’morning” or “screw you”. It was sometimes hard to tell with Sarah. “That’s my pretty lady.”
With a growling purr Sarah stretched until she was wrapped around Buck and using him as a pillow. “I’m going to go to sleep and drool on you,” she threatened, her eyes not opening once.
Buck chuckled and shook his head. “That’s okay. You don’t drool nearly as much as ol’ Chris does.” Sarah’s hair was messed up and full of tangles like it always was in the morning and Buck began methodically detangling her hair with his fingers. He would have reached for the brush on the stand beside the bed but Sarah was laying on him and he didn’t want to disturb her.
Their little lady always woke nice and slow. She’d make these little squeaky growly sounds as she gradually became more and more alert. Buck continued to talk to her as she cuddled closer to him.
“Is it time to get up?” Sarah finally asked as one of her eyes cracked open.
“Probably so, at least if you don’t want to disappoint our little boy. I think Chris has got breakfast covered,” he added just to hear Sarah groan. She never could eat before at least ten, if not later.
It took some time but Sarah finally dragged herself out of bed followed shortly by Buck and Buck pulled on some pajama pants to be more presentable for opening presents. When Adam was born Buck was able to continue his tradition of wearing nothing to bed for a while at least. Then Adam started to walk and wanted to crawl into bed with them and then Buck started to wear underwear to bed for propriety’s sake. He would have gladly worn nothing at all everywhere if society didn’t frown on it so much.
Chris had always worn clothes – long pajama pants and a t-shirt – to bed and Buck had never been able to understand it. When he’d voiced that Sarah had laughed and whispered in Buck’s ear that it was because Chris was uptight. Buck had whispered back that something about Chris was most certainly tight and Chris had smacked him on the head.
Adam was out of his seat, breakfast forgotten, when they appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Presents!”
“It’s nice to know I’m so loved,” Sarah laughed and Adam immediately went to her and hugged her.
“Morning mommy. Can we open presents now?”
Sarah glanced at Chris and then Buck and finally nodded her head. “Yes, I think we can.” Chris and Sarah trailed after Adam who raced for the living room and was followed closely by Buck. “He’s like a big kid.”
“Like? I don’t think Buck is ever going to grow up.” They watched as Adam tore into packages and Buck expressively admired them and handed him more packages.
“I’m okay with that.” Sarah wandered over to where they were unwrapping presents and began helping clear away wrapping paper. The presents didn’t matter even though there were plenty of them. It was watching Adam’s face light up and Buck grinning so wide it looked like it’d split his face. Buck almost seemed to be having more fun watching Adam get presents then Adam was with receiving them.
They exchanged gifts and ate Christmas dinner that was mostly prepared by Buck but Sarah helped a lot and Chris kept Adam entertained and out of their hair. All day long they played games with Adam and enjoyed all of his new toys that he hadn’t really needed. There were Christmas movies playing in the background and at the end of the day they all gathered around the TV to watch The Muppet Christmas Carol.
Adam fell asleep on the couch and Chris carried him to his bed and tucked him in tight with his new dinosaur stuffed animal. “That was a good Christmas.”
“What? You didn’t like the traditional go to the movies and eat Chinese food we used to do for Christmas? Those were the days!” Buck laughed when Chris nudged him and shook his head.
“Nah. Nothing can compare to this. Having you and Sarah and Adam all here.” Chris tried to squirm away when Buck kissed him. It might have offended Buck if Chris didn’t do the same thing with Sarah when they were within ten feet of Adam and he might see even if he was sound asleep. Buck kissed Chris again properly when they were out of Adam’s doorway.
“You going to leave me out?”
Buck turned and swept Sarah up in his arms. “Never, beautiful. How could we ever leave out the best lady in the house?”
“The only lady, Buck.” Not that either of them paid attention to Chris’s muttered comment because they were wrapped so tightly together it would be impossible to separate them. He watched them for a moment until Buck reached out and dragged Chris toward them. That was Buck, not wanting anyone to be left out even if Chris never felt left out and sometimes he liked to watch them together. Buck and Sarah, both of them were beautiful and probably more than he ever deserved.
“Merry Christmas Buck, Sarah.”
“Merry Christmas Christopher Jethro Larabee.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Buck, don’t call me that.”
“What? Jethro?”
“Boys!” They both fell silent as Sarah glared at them sternly. As soon as her back was turned Buck whispered “Jethro!” quietly. Chris whispered back, “It’s better than Eugene.”
“It is not.”
“Is too!”
“One more word and you boys are sleeping in the guestroom so I can get some sleep.”
“Sorry Sarah,” Chris said immediately while Buck leered at Chris and said he didn’t think that was a bad idea, but he didn’t want to leave Sarah out of the fun. “Come on, don’t ruin the wonderful day we had.”
“Ruin? I was going to make it even better.”
They didn’t know it at the time, but it was their last Christmas with Sarah and Adam and it was years before Chris was comfortable celebrating it without them. The wreath on the door had been put up the first Christmas afterwards and Chris had taken it down and burned it. The second year Chris hadn’t bothered to destroy the wreath. It was nearly five years later when Buck pushed Chris into putting up a Christmas tree and having presents under the tree again. They’d even watched The Muppets Christmas Carol and cried throughout the entire movie.
That was the best Christmas for Buck even better than their last Christmas with Adam and Sarah. It was the best Christmas because he could see that Chris was doing better, that he was – if not getting over it and never forgetting them – recovering and ready to continue on with his life. Their life. There was suddenly hope again and that’s what Buck had always believed Christmas was about. Hoping and reaching for something that was beyond themselves, something greater.
“Merry Christmas Chris.”
“Merry Christmas Bucklin.”
-The End-
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