Some Christmas Cheer for Reapermum
Title: Rocking Around the Christmas Tree
Genre: Addams Family Man from UNCLE
Rating: G
Prompt - Lurch, Napoleon, Christmas party
reapermum, thanks for being part of this. And, always my thanks to nursesparky for her beta help
Far be it from Lurch to toot his own horn, but he was absolutely in his prime during the holiday season. While it was true that the days were very busy, he enjoyed the hustle and bustle. Of course, much of that had to do with his employers. They treated him less like a servant and more a member of the family. For that he was grateful.
“Lurch, hold your end up a bit more.” He was currently gingerly holding a strand of desiccated holly. As prickly as it was fresh, it was worse dried. He had a dozen little pinpricks on his hands. At least Mrs. Addams was wearing gloves.
She glanced over her shoulder as her husband entered, puffing away on a cigarillo. “Gomez, what do you think?”
“I think the place is looking downright festive.” He grinned, for that was one of the things that Gomez excelled at. “We are ready for a serious Christmas party.”
“I do hope that Uncle Krampus eats before coming. Last year he rather threw a damper on the festivities.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “Poor Pugsley was traumatized for days.”
Gomez was there instantly, his arms crushing the breath from her. “I tried to explain to him that relatives don’t eat relatives, but…” He released her and strode to the Christmas tree. A few needles grasped desperately to the branches. He plucked one free and let it join the pile of the floor. He sighed and then leaned back into his wife’s embrace.
“It’s a hard lesson to learn and one best taught at home,” she murmured into his ear.
“True. I just want him to have all the opportunities we had growing up. I mean, there’s just something so festive about trying to climb free of Uncle Krampus’s sack.”
“You are such a good father, un bon pere.” She smiled mischievously and Lurch shook his head. He knew what was coming next.
He made his way from the parlor and its festive glow to the kitchen. Grandmamma and Wednesday had been cooking and baking up a storm.
“Lurch, try this.” Wednesday handed him a two-headed bat cookie and he took a large bite from it. He managed to choke it down and felt strangely lightheaded.
“He’s turning green.” Grandmamma stopped stirring her pot. “Is it supposed to do that?”
“Orange, but this is more appropriate for the holiday.” Wednesday studied him for a long moment. “I suppose that enough wolfsbane.” She handed a cookie loaded platter to Lurch. “These can go.”
He rumbled something and headed slowly back to the parlor with Wednesday and Grandmamma, equally burdened, followed him. A very scratchy record was playing. Thing was the DJ for the night and he wore his best wrist band for the occasion, while Morticia and Gomez danced in front of the fireplace.
Gomez took the tray from him. “Perfect timing, Lurch. Our guests are just starting to arrive.”
Suddenly, the flurry of people arriving avalanched in. Itt, Auntie Borgia, Cousin Lizzie, and many more, they all piled in, snow covered and full of bonne humeur Lurch found himself with an armful of coats and hats. He carried them to a convenient corner and dropped the lot of them.
The door sounded again and he abandoned the coats and went to open it. The gentleman standing there immediately offered his hand.
“Lurch, how are you? Merry Christmas.”
Lurch smiled. He liked this man very much and his companion was always entertaining. Lurch looked behind him and then shook his head.
“He’s just a little late. I know the two of you have special plans.”
Lurch smiled at that and nodded. At the top of the stairs he announced,
“The Man from UNCLE, Napoleon Solo.”
There was an instant squeal from the feminine members of the party and Napoleon raised his hand to wave at them, but instead of mixing, he went directly to Morticia and Gomez. He shook Gomez’s hand firmly and kissed Morticia’s hand, remembering to blow first, in case of dust.
“You remembered.” Morticia hugged him, happily.
“Of course.” Napoleon stepped away, in deference to Gomez.
Gomez didn’t look happy for a brief moment and then his sour mood evaporated. He knew his wife only had eyes for him. “Where’s that reprobate partner of yours? Fester will be devastated if Illya’s not here.”
“He got caught up on a courier run, but he’ll be along. He just had to file some paperwork. I didn’t want to miss a minute of the parade of lovely ladies I knew would be here.”
“Let me introduce you around.”
Lurch watched over the room, feeling alone for a moment, then Wednesday ran up and grabbed his hand.
“Come on, Lurch, we’re going to play ‘Poison’ and you’re my partner.”
Lurch nodded and happily followed her. After all, family always made the holidays that much brighter.
Genre: Addams Family Man from UNCLE
Rating: G
Prompt - Lurch, Napoleon, Christmas party
reapermum, thanks for being part of this. And, always my thanks to nursesparky for her beta help
Far be it from Lurch to toot his own horn, but he was absolutely in his prime during the holiday season. While it was true that the days were very busy, he enjoyed the hustle and bustle. Of course, much of that had to do with his employers. They treated him less like a servant and more a member of the family. For that he was grateful.
“Lurch, hold your end up a bit more.” He was currently gingerly holding a strand of desiccated holly. As prickly as it was fresh, it was worse dried. He had a dozen little pinpricks on his hands. At least Mrs. Addams was wearing gloves.
She glanced over her shoulder as her husband entered, puffing away on a cigarillo. “Gomez, what do you think?”
“I think the place is looking downright festive.” He grinned, for that was one of the things that Gomez excelled at. “We are ready for a serious Christmas party.”
“I do hope that Uncle Krampus eats before coming. Last year he rather threw a damper on the festivities.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “Poor Pugsley was traumatized for days.”
Gomez was there instantly, his arms crushing the breath from her. “I tried to explain to him that relatives don’t eat relatives, but…” He released her and strode to the Christmas tree. A few needles grasped desperately to the branches. He plucked one free and let it join the pile of the floor. He sighed and then leaned back into his wife’s embrace.
“It’s a hard lesson to learn and one best taught at home,” she murmured into his ear.
“True. I just want him to have all the opportunities we had growing up. I mean, there’s just something so festive about trying to climb free of Uncle Krampus’s sack.”
“You are such a good father, un bon pere.” She smiled mischievously and Lurch shook his head. He knew what was coming next.
He made his way from the parlor and its festive glow to the kitchen. Grandmamma and Wednesday had been cooking and baking up a storm.
“Lurch, try this.” Wednesday handed him a two-headed bat cookie and he took a large bite from it. He managed to choke it down and felt strangely lightheaded.
“He’s turning green.” Grandmamma stopped stirring her pot. “Is it supposed to do that?”
“Orange, but this is more appropriate for the holiday.” Wednesday studied him for a long moment. “I suppose that enough wolfsbane.” She handed a cookie loaded platter to Lurch. “These can go.”
He rumbled something and headed slowly back to the parlor with Wednesday and Grandmamma, equally burdened, followed him. A very scratchy record was playing. Thing was the DJ for the night and he wore his best wrist band for the occasion, while Morticia and Gomez danced in front of the fireplace.
Gomez took the tray from him. “Perfect timing, Lurch. Our guests are just starting to arrive.”
Suddenly, the flurry of people arriving avalanched in. Itt, Auntie Borgia, Cousin Lizzie, and many more, they all piled in, snow covered and full of bonne humeur Lurch found himself with an armful of coats and hats. He carried them to a convenient corner and dropped the lot of them.
The door sounded again and he abandoned the coats and went to open it. The gentleman standing there immediately offered his hand.
“Lurch, how are you? Merry Christmas.”
Lurch smiled. He liked this man very much and his companion was always entertaining. Lurch looked behind him and then shook his head.
“He’s just a little late. I know the two of you have special plans.”
Lurch smiled at that and nodded. At the top of the stairs he announced,
“The Man from UNCLE, Napoleon Solo.”
There was an instant squeal from the feminine members of the party and Napoleon raised his hand to wave at them, but instead of mixing, he went directly to Morticia and Gomez. He shook Gomez’s hand firmly and kissed Morticia’s hand, remembering to blow first, in case of dust.
“You remembered.” Morticia hugged him, happily.
“Of course.” Napoleon stepped away, in deference to Gomez.
Gomez didn’t look happy for a brief moment and then his sour mood evaporated. He knew his wife only had eyes for him. “Where’s that reprobate partner of yours? Fester will be devastated if Illya’s not here.”
“He got caught up on a courier run, but he’ll be along. He just had to file some paperwork. I didn’t want to miss a minute of the parade of lovely ladies I knew would be here.”
“Let me introduce you around.”
Lurch watched over the room, feeling alone for a moment, then Wednesday ran up and grabbed his hand.
“Come on, Lurch, we’re going to play ‘Poison’ and you’re my partner.”
Lurch nodded and happily followed her. After all, family always made the holidays that much brighter.