The final 12 Fics of Christmas for my beloved Woobie

Dec 21, 2021 06:31

Title: Later on, We'll Perspire as We Sit By the Fire
Genre: Addams Family, Despicable Me - Bob the minion and Lurch
Rating: G
Word Count: 1369
Prompt: After the blizzard hits, they’re stuck together for a while, and they have to stay warm.

It seems only appropriate that the last one out of the chute be for my bestest bud and beta, sparky955, who has been kicked offline by a dead iPad. My thanks to you for all that you do to keep me on the straight and narrow.

To everyone who has spent a little time with my fics, thank you for reading and I hope you all have the merriest holiday season ever!

When you are small, yellow, and fairly round, it’s hard to weather a storm. It had been sunny and pleasant, puffy little clouds dotting the sky and Bob had heard The Boss laugh about the threats of an incoming storm. The Boss was rarely wrong… except when he was.

Bob picked up Tim, his teddy bear and best friend, and set out to do his shopping. He hadn’t intended to put it off to the last minute, but he just got busy with some kittens and the next thing he knew, it was Christmas Eve.

“Whaa batooay to pensa Poochie polo ko?” He held Tim close as he navigated a sea of legs. The few people who actually saw him stopped and stared - Tim had a way of making people do that. Most folks didn’t even know he was there. They were too intent upon their own mission.

Bob slowly worked his way through the tool department, ran past the lingerie displays and spent too much time in the toy department. He was startled when the store lights flickered and went out. It was only then that he realized he was pretty much on his own.

Bob looked around frantically, stuffed his gifts into a cloth sack and raced from the front door. He made it just before the metal gate rattled shut. He stopped and stared at the winter wonderland before him.

When he went into the store, the sun had been shining, but now the snow was dumping from the sky at an alarming rate. It was already piling up and people were scurrying for shelter.

Bob tightened his hold on Tim and his gifts and struck out.

Minions aren’t exactly built for the cold, although heaven knows he’d spent his fair share of days eating ice cube sandwiches and dreaming of sandy beaches. Bob thought back to those days in the snow cave when they struggled Boss-less and without direction.

He didn’t know how long he trudged, it felt like forever and Bob came to the realization that he was never going to get home this way. Another inch and he’d be completely buried. He saw a house not far away and headed there. Perhaps they would give him sanctuary.

Lurch resisted going to the window and looked out. He knew he should have argued his point for being the afternoon’s chauffeur, but Fester insisted. It made him anxious to think his family, for they were his family, were out there, cold and possibly freezing to death. Some folks had all the luck.

He lumbered back to the living room to make sure the Christmas tree didn’t have any water in it. Someone kept putting water… or something liquid at any rate into the tree holder.

The room was dark and gloomy, although Lurch knew he would soon have to build a fire. Mr. and Mrs. Addams liked the room smoky

There was a noise at the door and he paused. Surely they weren’t back yet? He glanced out to the driveway, but it was choked thick with snow. Again, there was a noise.

He opened the door with his customary, “You rang?” Even though no one really had rung, it was habit now. There was nothing but piles of snow drifts on the porch. He shut the door and turned, then stopped at the sight of snowy tracks melting into wet spots on his recently dusted carpet.

He followed them, nearly tripping over the tiny form huddled by the fire.

“B-b-b-b-eedo, radbad?” He held trembling hands towards the cold metal fire screen.

Lurch rumbled something. He should wait for the Addams to return, but he doubted this little one had that long. The fire had been built for the last hour, so it was merely a case of lighting it.

Lurch reached for the matches and suddenly the house was plunged into darkness. With a grumble, Lurch proceeded to light the fire and then retrieved a candle to check the fuses. If Mr. Addams was home, Lurch would have assumed there’d just been a spectacular train crash… or that Master Pugsley was, as his uncle often said, up to tricks.

By the time he returned, the room had grown even darker with the exception of the firelight playing over the surfaces. It made the polar bear look like a grizzly in an odd way and Cousin Gustave’s leg never looked better.

The little creature looked and smiled. “Tank kew.”

“You’re welcome, “Lurch rumbled out. He could talk, he just preferred not to. “Who are you?”

“Bob!” Then he held up the smallest teddy bear Lurch has ever seen. “Tim.”

Lurch gently took Tim, barely the size of his fingers and smiled, childlike in its wonder. “Hello, Tim,” he rumbled.

Bob had about given up when he finally reached the porch. He was freezing and his teeth wouldn’t stop chattering. Climbing the stairs was a challenge, but he finally waded a path to the front door and knocked.

The man who answered was huge and Bob didn’t bother pausing to trade niceties. He entered, but it proved, if anything, colder than outside. He headed right for the fireplace which stood cold and dark.

“B-b-b-b-eedo, radbad?” He hoped the big man understood Minionese and was relieved when he seemed to.

Even with the lights out, the fire made the area in front of the hearth warm and cheery. He’d worked in the labs long enough so that nothing in the room was a surprise to him, not the foot sticking out of a fish’s mouth, not the moose with his antlers askew, nothing. His sole focus was that fire. He took a blanket from the couch, wrapped up in it and stared into the flames.

He looked up as the large man returned.

“Tank kew.”

“You’re welcome. Who are you?”

“Bob!” Then he held up the smallest teddy bear Lurch had ever seen. “Tim.”

The man smiled in wonder, first at Tim, then at Bob. “Hello, Tim. I’m Lurch.”

Bob patted the rug and after a moment, Lurch sat down with him and handed him back Tim. “Bello, Lurch.” Bob made Tim say. “Batooay to ko quer hopa?”

Lurch’s smile grew in radiance and Bob laughed. He settled onto Lurch’s lap and offered him part of the blanket, then had Tim do a little dance on Lurch’s knee.

The front door opened and six snow-covered travelers tumbled in.

“What a mess out there!” Fester brushed the snow from his bald head and his garment. “

“It’s good to finally be home. You children run up and change into something dry.” Morticia flicked on the switch, but nothing happened. “I am suspecting another power outage and on Christmas Eve no less. Isn’t it deliciously inconvenient?”

“Guess we’re eating by the fire,” Grandmamma muttered as she walked into the living room, then stopped. “Well, I never thought I’d see that.”

“What is it, Grandmamma?” Gomez finished hanging up his jacket and put on his smoking jacket. It was smoldering beautifully.

“By the fire.”

They joined her and Morticia smiled. “What a sweet sight.”

Lurch was stretched out onto the fainting couch and it was doing the best it could to contain him. Even so, his legs hung off the edge. On his chest was a little yellow figure nestled into the warmth of Lurch’s embrace. The other arm clutched the tiniest teddy bear they had ever seen.

“I’ll start a fire in the dining room,” Fester whispered.

“Preferably in the fireplace, old man.” Gomez dug a lit cigarillo from his smoking jacket’s pocket.

“Spoil sport.”

The yellow creature stirred them and looked up, bleary-eyed, at them. “Bello,” he murmured, cuddled down, and went back to sleep.

“And nothing was stirring, not even a yellow creature.” Gomez offered his arm to his wife and led her away toward the dining room. “Just how I like my Christmas Eves. Undisturbed.” At his wife’s cat-like smile, his usual grin grew. “Okay, make that mildly disturbed. Cara, mia.”

“Mon cher, Joyeux Noël.”

Whaa batooay to pensa Poochie polo ko - What do you think Poochie would like

B-b-b-b-eedo, radbad? - Fire, please?

Tank kew - thank you.

Batooay to ko quer hopa? - Do you want to play?

addams family, gen fic, 12 fics of christmas 2021, minions

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