Christmas Gifts
Complete and total non-slashy fluff. Dude. I know it's not Christmas anymore, but too bad. *grin*
Title: Christmas Gifts
Fandom:The Boondock Saints
Prompt: Christmas
Word Count: 711 (We're not always doin' buisiness, but we're always open!)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Pity. Didn't happen. Pity.
Author's Notes: Thanks to splendorbug for the look over! *hugs* Big Damn Table to be found here.
For estei-hope you like it!
It’s been officially Christmas for an hour and twenty minutes. They had gone to the Basilica for mass, wishing they could have gone to their old church, but knowing that the chance of being recognised was far too great. The church was filled, and the twins could feel the unease of the many ‘Christmas and Easter Catholics’. But they weren’t important, weren’t the one Connor and Murphy had come to see. After Mass, they kneel before the manger, movements in sync as they kiss the feet of the Christ Child. Plucking a strand of straw each from the crèche, they rise, blessing themselves before walking out of the now-stilled church.
Now they’re in their apartment. It’s better than their old rooms, but it was hardly possible to find worse without serious effort on their parts. It’s bare, only a table, two chairs and a ratty couch breaking up the dingy grey of the walls, floor and ceiling. On the table sits two parcels, similarly wrapped in blue paper and unholy amounts of scotch tape. But they’re in no hurry to open them. Neither want to be the one to break the perfect feeling of peace. Even Murphy’s ever-present fidgeting has stilled for the moment, his breathing slow and even.
Finally, with a lazy blink, Connor turns to Murphy.
“Merry Christmas.” He offers with a smile. “Want to see what I got ya?”
The moment is broken, and Murphy is scrambling out of his chair to the table, laughingly pushing Connor aside as his twin attempts to reach his gift first. They self-consciously hand over each others gift, and pretend to be engrossed in unwrapping their present, while stealing glances to see the other’s reaction. With a triumphant “Yes!” Murphy holds up a gleaming blade, turning to Connor with a grin. Connor is smiling down at his gift, nodding.
“I was right, ya know. You’ll never know when you’re goin’ ta need it.” He loftily informs his brother, before ruffling his hair. That brings on a wrestling match, in which both accuse each other of various forms of cheating.
Later that morning...
Smecker’s office is immaculate. All his files are stacked neatly on his desk, pens placed carefully beside each other. Highlighters separate from the regular markers. But this morning Christmas Day, and what the fuck are you doing, working today? a small voice that Paul could never quite smother reminds him, the perfection of his desk is ruined. In the center, placed Deliberately, I’m sure, on top of the pens, is a newspaper wrapped box.
With a care born of many years of mistrust and a strong survival instinct, he carefully opens the card.
The writing is elegant, except for the signatures, where Connor had received an elbow to the ribs after attempting to sign his name first. Murphy met with similar treatment before they reached a compromise.
Smecker,
Time to get with the times!
Merry Christmas
Conn Mur
The MacManus Brothers
Smecker mutters without any real heat about “Dumb Micks... Don’t know how to wrap...” as he unwraps the parcel. The newsprint smears across his skin, and he irritably wipes the latest murder/suicide off his fingers before opening the box itself. Inside lies a black iPod-sleek, classy and a thoroughly modern creature. Paul strokes it softly before turning on his computer and beginning to download Vivaldi’s Four Seasons to help him concentrate on his latest case.
Detective Greenly is surprised to see a red envelope waiting on his desk for him when he comes into work. An irreverent Christmas card is inside, as is a gift certificate for Starbucks.
Try and keep the boss happy, and this will last longer!
You really would have had better luck with a beer...
The card informs him, and Greenly pockets the certificate with a leer towards Smecker that he knows he’ll be paying for later.
Detective Duffy has a shimmering red and green parcel awaiting him. As the officers crowd around his desk, he finds seven ties curled around each other, each more garish and obnoxious than the last.
May your theories remain as bright as your ties.
Merry Christmas.
He is obviously thrilled with them, and immediately puts on the yellow tie with neon green stripes.
It was a good Christmas.
Title: Christmas Gifts
Fandom:The Boondock Saints
Prompt: Christmas
Word Count: 711 (We're not always doin' buisiness, but we're always open!)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Pity. Didn't happen. Pity.
Author's Notes: Thanks to splendorbug for the look over! *hugs* Big Damn Table to be found here.
For estei-hope you like it!
It’s been officially Christmas for an hour and twenty minutes. They had gone to the Basilica for mass, wishing they could have gone to their old church, but knowing that the chance of being recognised was far too great. The church was filled, and the twins could feel the unease of the many ‘Christmas and Easter Catholics’. But they weren’t important, weren’t the one Connor and Murphy had come to see. After Mass, they kneel before the manger, movements in sync as they kiss the feet of the Christ Child. Plucking a strand of straw each from the crèche, they rise, blessing themselves before walking out of the now-stilled church.
Now they’re in their apartment. It’s better than their old rooms, but it was hardly possible to find worse without serious effort on their parts. It’s bare, only a table, two chairs and a ratty couch breaking up the dingy grey of the walls, floor and ceiling. On the table sits two parcels, similarly wrapped in blue paper and unholy amounts of scotch tape. But they’re in no hurry to open them. Neither want to be the one to break the perfect feeling of peace. Even Murphy’s ever-present fidgeting has stilled for the moment, his breathing slow and even.
Finally, with a lazy blink, Connor turns to Murphy.
“Merry Christmas.” He offers with a smile. “Want to see what I got ya?”
The moment is broken, and Murphy is scrambling out of his chair to the table, laughingly pushing Connor aside as his twin attempts to reach his gift first. They self-consciously hand over each others gift, and pretend to be engrossed in unwrapping their present, while stealing glances to see the other’s reaction. With a triumphant “Yes!” Murphy holds up a gleaming blade, turning to Connor with a grin. Connor is smiling down at his gift, nodding.
“I was right, ya know. You’ll never know when you’re goin’ ta need it.” He loftily informs his brother, before ruffling his hair. That brings on a wrestling match, in which both accuse each other of various forms of cheating.
Later that morning...
Smecker’s office is immaculate. All his files are stacked neatly on his desk, pens placed carefully beside each other. Highlighters separate from the regular markers. But this morning Christmas Day, and what the fuck are you doing, working today? a small voice that Paul could never quite smother reminds him, the perfection of his desk is ruined. In the center, placed Deliberately, I’m sure, on top of the pens, is a newspaper wrapped box.
With a care born of many years of mistrust and a strong survival instinct, he carefully opens the card.
The writing is elegant, except for the signatures, where Connor had received an elbow to the ribs after attempting to sign his name first. Murphy met with similar treatment before they reached a compromise.
Smecker,
Time to get with the times!
Merry Christmas
Conn Mur
The MacManus Brothers
Smecker mutters without any real heat about “Dumb Micks... Don’t know how to wrap...” as he unwraps the parcel. The newsprint smears across his skin, and he irritably wipes the latest murder/suicide off his fingers before opening the box itself. Inside lies a black iPod-sleek, classy and a thoroughly modern creature. Paul strokes it softly before turning on his computer and beginning to download Vivaldi’s Four Seasons to help him concentrate on his latest case.
Detective Greenly is surprised to see a red envelope waiting on his desk for him when he comes into work. An irreverent Christmas card is inside, as is a gift certificate for Starbucks.
Try and keep the boss happy, and this will last longer!
You really would have had better luck with a beer...
The card informs him, and Greenly pockets the certificate with a leer towards Smecker that he knows he’ll be paying for later.
Detective Duffy has a shimmering red and green parcel awaiting him. As the officers crowd around his desk, he finds seven ties curled around each other, each more garish and obnoxious than the last.
May your theories remain as bright as your ties.
Merry Christmas.
He is obviously thrilled with them, and immediately puts on the yellow tie with neon green stripes.
It was a good Christmas.