One More Day Part II
Title: One More Day (Part II)
Pairing: Chastine
Rating: PG-PG13
Disclaimer: I own the book... but that is about it. Amillia is mine though!
Summery: He carried around a lot of things, but among his arsenal was a hat
A/N: PART II! I didn’t think I was going to write it, I really didn’t. For some reason I can only
write small chapters! Sorry about that people! Hope you enjoy it! SUGAR PLUMS!
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A month passed and there was no sign of any change. LA usually stayed around the same
temperature all year around, but the nights were getting a bit colder due to December winds. It
was Christmas eve and many children all around had visions of toys and Santa. John Constantine
on the other hand, only had memories.
-Flashback-
It was a very rare actually cold night for the city and Chas had his face pressed against the
window almost willing for it to snow. He enjoyed the winter, it was much better than the
blistering heat that came with summer seasons. Wishful thinking told him it was going to snow,
but in all reality it was still far to warm for that to happen.
“Don’t tell me you have visions of sugar plums dancing in your head, kid.” the gruff
voice of John broke his musings.
“Im not a kid, and I do not have visions. I leave those to the grumpy exorcist and akin to
him.” Chas retorted, sticking our his tongue in a very childish way- causing John to roll his eyes
at the kid before lighting his fag. “But I am kind of happy that Christmas is coming, all the kids
around here always seem so happy.” a soft smile played on his lips as he said that.
“You are far to sentimental.” the older of the two criticize
“You are just an asshole.” the younger retorted quickly, used to his game by now.
Watching his ‘appreciated apprentice’ for a few more moments, he could see in the boys
eyes that he wanted to ask something, but wasn’t sure if it was good idea to do so or not. “Get out
with it, if you are afraid of saying something stupid don’t be- you say something stupid everyday
anyway.”
“I do not!” he had the urge to pout but he didn’t do so. “Well I was wondering sense its
Christmas and all... could I get you a gift without you telling me its trivial or stupid to do so?” he
looked rather hopeful at this point.
“Let me guess, you want one in return as well don’t you?” The older man was more than
a little bit annoyed by that.
“NO! No, I wouldn’t ask that of you!” Chas waved his hands around wildly. “I just don’t
want you to say im a sap or something if I get you something!”
“Fine.” was all John said, a smirk on his lips.
-End of Flashback-
John stared at that very same window at this night. He could almost see the young man
standing there wanting to give him a gift. He did give him something that Christmas, it was a few
more vials of holy water for his collection, he also included a good demonology book- which he
never read. A sigh escaped his lips as he realized he didn’t give the kid a damn thing- but kept his
promise about not giving him a hard time about getting something.
“You know, your not too old to admit you miss him.” a voice came from behind him. He
turned quickly to face the intruder- Amilla.
“DAMN IT! How do you keep getting into my apartment?” he asked, eye twitching in
agitation.
“Missed you too, oh I got you a Christmas present!” She said and flung some cloth at
John’s face. He caught it, it was a shirt- with the words ‘Im just a f*@!ing ray of sunshine aren’t
I?’ printed on it. “Thought it fit your... wonderful... personality.”
“What do you want?” he lightly growled out, more upset that she interrupted his
memories of Chas then he was mad about her actually being there.
“You know its quite sad that you are here ALL ALONE on Christmas. No one should be
alone on this day, it’s a HAPPY day!” Amilla said, “Well actually it’s not exactly the actual day,
you guys just picked a day for him... why haven’t any of us ever corrected you? I need to bring
that up with the man upstairs. We need this fixed, but I highly doubt he would ca-“
”Shut the fuck up. I am not in the mood to hear about how the date of Christ’s birthday
isn’t correct. Get to the point.” Constantine said rather annoyed.
“Fine, trying to make small talk but no! Humans the know and half-breeds are the only
ones I can ever talk to, and you want me to shut up! All the other angel’s seem to hate me.”
Amilla pouted.
“I can’t fathom as to why.” John replied in kind, sarcasm dripping off every word he said,
looking at her with distaste.
“Yeah, yeah. Well anyway, He has a green card for one day.” Amilla said, finally
deciding not to beat around the bush any longer.
“Wait... Chas is coming down to Earth for ONE day? Does that really make any sense?”
he asked, eyebrow raised.
“I didn’t come up with the terms! Although I know there is a way to make him stay down
here for good, but I didn’t catch what that was. Eh, maybe he will know. Anyway I have to go
and do some deity type things- see you around.” she made her way to the window again.
“Wait one damn moment, when is he coming?” John asked, going over to the window,
but was too late as the angel jumped out of it and disappeared for the second time in a month.
Pairing: Chastine
Rating: PG-PG13
Disclaimer: I own the book... but that is about it. Amillia is mine though!
Summery: He carried around a lot of things, but among his arsenal was a hat
A/N: PART II! I didn’t think I was going to write it, I really didn’t. For some reason I can only
write small chapters! Sorry about that people! Hope you enjoy it! SUGAR PLUMS!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A month passed and there was no sign of any change. LA usually stayed around the same
temperature all year around, but the nights were getting a bit colder due to December winds. It
was Christmas eve and many children all around had visions of toys and Santa. John Constantine
on the other hand, only had memories.
-Flashback-
It was a very rare actually cold night for the city and Chas had his face pressed against the
window almost willing for it to snow. He enjoyed the winter, it was much better than the
blistering heat that came with summer seasons. Wishful thinking told him it was going to snow,
but in all reality it was still far to warm for that to happen.
“Don’t tell me you have visions of sugar plums dancing in your head, kid.” the gruff
voice of John broke his musings.
“Im not a kid, and I do not have visions. I leave those to the grumpy exorcist and akin to
him.” Chas retorted, sticking our his tongue in a very childish way- causing John to roll his eyes
at the kid before lighting his fag. “But I am kind of happy that Christmas is coming, all the kids
around here always seem so happy.” a soft smile played on his lips as he said that.
“You are far to sentimental.” the older of the two criticize
“You are just an asshole.” the younger retorted quickly, used to his game by now.
Watching his ‘appreciated apprentice’ for a few more moments, he could see in the boys
eyes that he wanted to ask something, but wasn’t sure if it was good idea to do so or not. “Get out
with it, if you are afraid of saying something stupid don’t be- you say something stupid everyday
anyway.”
“I do not!” he had the urge to pout but he didn’t do so. “Well I was wondering sense its
Christmas and all... could I get you a gift without you telling me its trivial or stupid to do so?” he
looked rather hopeful at this point.
“Let me guess, you want one in return as well don’t you?” The older man was more than
a little bit annoyed by that.
“NO! No, I wouldn’t ask that of you!” Chas waved his hands around wildly. “I just don’t
want you to say im a sap or something if I get you something!”
“Fine.” was all John said, a smirk on his lips.
-End of Flashback-
John stared at that very same window at this night. He could almost see the young man
standing there wanting to give him a gift. He did give him something that Christmas, it was a few
more vials of holy water for his collection, he also included a good demonology book- which he
never read. A sigh escaped his lips as he realized he didn’t give the kid a damn thing- but kept his
promise about not giving him a hard time about getting something.
“You know, your not too old to admit you miss him.” a voice came from behind him. He
turned quickly to face the intruder- Amilla.
“DAMN IT! How do you keep getting into my apartment?” he asked, eye twitching in
agitation.
“Missed you too, oh I got you a Christmas present!” She said and flung some cloth at
John’s face. He caught it, it was a shirt- with the words ‘Im just a f*@!ing ray of sunshine aren’t
I?’ printed on it. “Thought it fit your... wonderful... personality.”
“What do you want?” he lightly growled out, more upset that she interrupted his
memories of Chas then he was mad about her actually being there.
“You know its quite sad that you are here ALL ALONE on Christmas. No one should be
alone on this day, it’s a HAPPY day!” Amilla said, “Well actually it’s not exactly the actual day,
you guys just picked a day for him... why haven’t any of us ever corrected you? I need to bring
that up with the man upstairs. We need this fixed, but I highly doubt he would ca-“
”Shut the fuck up. I am not in the mood to hear about how the date of Christ’s birthday
isn’t correct. Get to the point.” Constantine said rather annoyed.
“Fine, trying to make small talk but no! Humans the know and half-breeds are the only
ones I can ever talk to, and you want me to shut up! All the other angel’s seem to hate me.”
Amilla pouted.
“I can’t fathom as to why.” John replied in kind, sarcasm dripping off every word he said,
looking at her with distaste.
“Yeah, yeah. Well anyway, He has a green card for one day.” Amilla said, finally
deciding not to beat around the bush any longer.
“Wait... Chas is coming down to Earth for ONE day? Does that really make any sense?”
he asked, eyebrow raised.
“I didn’t come up with the terms! Although I know there is a way to make him stay down
here for good, but I didn’t catch what that was. Eh, maybe he will know. Anyway I have to go
and do some deity type things- see you around.” she made her way to the window again.
“Wait one damn moment, when is he coming?” John asked, going over to the window,
but was too late as the angel jumped out of it and disappeared for the second time in a month.