Fanfiction: Nora's Christmas Wish, Chapter 2
TITLE: Nora’s Christmas Wish.
AUTHOR: semisweetsoul
FANDOM: Brothers & Sisters
CHARACTERS: The Walkers, the Holdens, the Whedons, the McCallisters, the Harpers and a Wandell.
RATING: PG I guess.
SUMMARY: Christmas 2007 at the Walkers estate and the rollercoaster of emotions we all love to experience when we watch the show (hopefully).
SPOILERS: I did my best to respect canon up until last episode which was 2.09.
DISCLAIMER: None of these fantastic characters were originally created by me. I would be so lucky!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: My own little vision of what could be or could have been this Christmas (2007) at the Walkers’, out of the frustration of not being granted a Christmas episode this year. A bit late, sorry but I had trouble finishing Chapter 1, which is too bad because the rest was already written. Enjoy! And tell me what you think.
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CHAPTER TITLE: Home For The Holidays
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Kevin comes home to invite Scotty to his mother’s Christmas party.
WORD COUNT: 1 344
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This was the first chapter I wrote, which was supposed to be a one-shot it’s not anymore.
Read Chapter 1 - Part 1, Read Chapter 1 - Part 2
Chapter 2: Home For The Holidays
Kevin came back from dinner with his family earlier than he had imagined. To be fair, it wasn’t the most surprising thing considering how things had turned out. It reminded him of the children charity benefit his mother wanted to go to with her family. Despite his brothers and sisters’ firm desire not to be there, they all went and not for the better.
Nora always had the last word, she had tricked him into accompanying her to the golf tournament after his father had died for which he had to cancel a date, she had almost pleaded with him for help in organizing Kitty’s engagement party because she was stuck at Tommy’s working on her future grandkid’s nursery. His siblings also had the last word most of the time, no wonder they always called him in delicate situations. They knew he wouldn’t say no. Whether it was to get Justin out of jail, to help Kitty prevent the release of a political bombshell, to listen attentively to Sarah pondering on the difficulties of being a divorcee and a working-mother or to commiserate on Tommy’s solitude after Julia and Lizzie had flown to Phoenix, Kevin was there but tonight he would have appreciated if at least one of them had taken sides with him. They did not. As a result he would have to take it upon himself to spend Christmas with Robert McCallister.
As he entered his apartment, he was surprised to see Scotty asleep on the couch, his glasses on the tip of his nose, his book on the floor. Kevin walked in on tiptoe to the bathroom but stumbled over the air mattress that lied generally in the corner of the room because Scotty had asked him to wait to get it back in the basement. He fell flat on the ground. Scotty woke up with a start awaken by the sound of his boyfriend’s screams. “Kev! Oh! Are you okay? What happened?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up! I’m telling you I’m getting rid of this thing first thing tomorrow! It’s ugly and dangerous and we don’t need it anymore, do we?” Kevin got back on his feet and sat on the armchair next to the couch, waiting for an answer. Scotty sat back on the couch trying to regain consciousness. The expression on his face suggested the response wasn’t going to be the one Kevin expected. He didn’t even wait for Scotty to say something; he chose to drop the subject.
“So, what are you doing for Christmas? Would you like to come with me at my Mom’s? That’s okay if you need time to think about it, I can understand if you have enough of those already famous Walker family gatherings.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have plans” Scotty replied carefully trying to be tactful.
“Oh! Of course! You’re probably working on Christmas Eve anyway,” Kevin assumed.
“Actually I’m not,” Scotty clarified.
“Okay, well, that’s okay, that was kind of last minute anyway, I understand and I won’t offer you even a cent to come with me I promise.” Kevin added jokingly in an attempt to hide his disappointment.
“I’m sorry Kev,” Scotty started “the thing is -”
Scotty hadn’t had time to catch is breath that he was interrupted “It’s just that I don’t want to go without you especially if Mister Super Senator is there with the whole drama that is my life these days I would sure need a shield.” Kevin instantly thought he probably had offended Scotty. Again. He consequently shifted from the self-assured tone to a more appropriate one: “I’m so sorry that’s not what I wanted to say -”
“That’s okay. Don’t worry,” Scotty reassured him, he had learned how Kevin worked and he knew sometimes he could be tactless; he must have gotten carried away once more, he thought. “I’ve been invited by my parents for Christmas, they sent me the tickets a month ago, I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry,” Scotty explained.
“So we won’t be together, huh” Kevin lamented as he left for the kitchen. He came back and sat on the couch next to Scotty, bringing with him a carton of chocolate ice cream and spoons. “So now you tell me, what is Christmas like at the Wandells from Oxford, Mississippi?” he enquired trying to change the subject, to go beyond his regret, to seize the moment. Scotty smiled at him surprised yet glad about his boyfriend’s efforts to be more mature, not to long ago Kevin would have changed into this unpleasant whining creature. When he was in that mode only two things could calm him down: a good dinner all washed down with alcohol or sex, and more often than not: both, not that Scotty had something against it, but sometimes he felt he needed more.
“Well, you want to know what a traditional Wandell Christmas looks like. Well, nothing really original here, like anyone else anywhere, I guess! Why are you smiling? ” Scotty asked a little annoyed.
“I was just trying to picture little Scotty Wandell, decorating the Christmas tree with his mommy and daddy,” Kevin said in a childlike voice a mischievous air reflecting in his blue eyes.
Scotty pouted but continued his story, “Well, you’re not far from the truth actually, my sister and I got to decorate the tree and we used to fight to know who would get to put the star in top of it!” Scotty stopped at Kevin’s flabbergasted look. “What? Of all people you should know what I mean, if there were a sibling rivalry category in the Olympics, your family would be gold medalist!” Scotty commented.
“Yeah, maybe! But you have a sister?! How come you never told me?” Kevin asked excitedly.
“Yes, and I guess I never told you because you spend so much time talking about your own family that I never get a chance to talk about mine!” Scotty snapped back.
Kevin didn’t protest, deep down inside he knew Scotty was right; he was forced to admit that his boyfriend could indeed read him several pages at a time. “Where did you get this tone, it doesn’t sound like you?” he pointed out carefully.
“Since I’ve lived with Mr. Cynicism I imagine!” Scotty retorted.
“Obviously, though I’ve always thought this character trait made me likeable.” Scotty’s smile probably gave him away, Kevin was well aware that his self-confidence worked like a charm on him. “So younger or older, your sister?” he asked eager to know a bit more about his partner’s family.
“Well, I guess you could say she’s younger, she was born four minutes after me.”
“A twin sister?” Kevin said as if he needed Scotty’s confirmation. “What’s her name?”
“Wendy.”
“You’re kidding me, right? Wendy Wandell?” Kevin pronounced with a repressed chuckle.
“Yeah, why? My parents wanted something traditional; it was my grandmother’s name. But don’t worry, she got married two years ago and if you must know she’s pregnant with her first child.” He responded as Kevin was still laughing, although Scotty didn’t really understand why.
“Welcome to the club, Uncle Scotty, congratulations!” Kevin said cheerfully. “Well, I guess this is for the better,” Kevin pondered “I mean, you spending some time with your sister and me spending time with mine.” He paused for a moment to gobble up a spoonful of ice cream and resumed “I guess that’s what the song is all about when it says there’s no place like home for the holidays. I have to admit that all my best Christmases took place in the Walker household.” Kevin remembered “when my father was still alive.”
Scotty knew that when Kevin was in that kind of mood he needed to talk. “Why don’t you tell me your best Christmas memory?”
“Really? Well, let me think ... that’s a tough one,” Kevin reflected “there were several actually. Oh, wait! I know there’s this one when the whole Walker clan learned something quite unexpected. I think you’ll like it.”
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Up next: The recollection of a memorable Walker Christmas. Here.
AUTHOR: semisweetsoul
FANDOM: Brothers & Sisters
CHARACTERS: The Walkers, the Holdens, the Whedons, the McCallisters, the Harpers and a Wandell.
RATING: PG I guess.
SUMMARY: Christmas 2007 at the Walkers estate and the rollercoaster of emotions we all love to experience when we watch the show (hopefully).
SPOILERS: I did my best to respect canon up until last episode which was 2.09.
DISCLAIMER: None of these fantastic characters were originally created by me. I would be so lucky!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: My own little vision of what could be or could have been this Christmas (2007) at the Walkers’, out of the frustration of not being granted a Christmas episode this year. A bit late, sorry but I had trouble finishing Chapter 1, which is too bad because the rest was already written. Enjoy! And tell me what you think.
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CHAPTER TITLE: Home For The Holidays
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Kevin comes home to invite Scotty to his mother’s Christmas party.
WORD COUNT: 1 344
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This was the first chapter I wrote, which was supposed to be a one-shot it’s not anymore.
Read Chapter 1 - Part 1, Read Chapter 1 - Part 2
Chapter 2: Home For The Holidays
Kevin came back from dinner with his family earlier than he had imagined. To be fair, it wasn’t the most surprising thing considering how things had turned out. It reminded him of the children charity benefit his mother wanted to go to with her family. Despite his brothers and sisters’ firm desire not to be there, they all went and not for the better.
Nora always had the last word, she had tricked him into accompanying her to the golf tournament after his father had died for which he had to cancel a date, she had almost pleaded with him for help in organizing Kitty’s engagement party because she was stuck at Tommy’s working on her future grandkid’s nursery. His siblings also had the last word most of the time, no wonder they always called him in delicate situations. They knew he wouldn’t say no. Whether it was to get Justin out of jail, to help Kitty prevent the release of a political bombshell, to listen attentively to Sarah pondering on the difficulties of being a divorcee and a working-mother or to commiserate on Tommy’s solitude after Julia and Lizzie had flown to Phoenix, Kevin was there but tonight he would have appreciated if at least one of them had taken sides with him. They did not. As a result he would have to take it upon himself to spend Christmas with Robert McCallister.
As he entered his apartment, he was surprised to see Scotty asleep on the couch, his glasses on the tip of his nose, his book on the floor. Kevin walked in on tiptoe to the bathroom but stumbled over the air mattress that lied generally in the corner of the room because Scotty had asked him to wait to get it back in the basement. He fell flat on the ground. Scotty woke up with a start awaken by the sound of his boyfriend’s screams. “Kev! Oh! Are you okay? What happened?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up! I’m telling you I’m getting rid of this thing first thing tomorrow! It’s ugly and dangerous and we don’t need it anymore, do we?” Kevin got back on his feet and sat on the armchair next to the couch, waiting for an answer. Scotty sat back on the couch trying to regain consciousness. The expression on his face suggested the response wasn’t going to be the one Kevin expected. He didn’t even wait for Scotty to say something; he chose to drop the subject.
“So, what are you doing for Christmas? Would you like to come with me at my Mom’s? That’s okay if you need time to think about it, I can understand if you have enough of those already famous Walker family gatherings.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have plans” Scotty replied carefully trying to be tactful.
“Oh! Of course! You’re probably working on Christmas Eve anyway,” Kevin assumed.
“Actually I’m not,” Scotty clarified.
“Okay, well, that’s okay, that was kind of last minute anyway, I understand and I won’t offer you even a cent to come with me I promise.” Kevin added jokingly in an attempt to hide his disappointment.
“I’m sorry Kev,” Scotty started “the thing is -”
Scotty hadn’t had time to catch is breath that he was interrupted “It’s just that I don’t want to go without you especially if Mister Super Senator is there with the whole drama that is my life these days I would sure need a shield.” Kevin instantly thought he probably had offended Scotty. Again. He consequently shifted from the self-assured tone to a more appropriate one: “I’m so sorry that’s not what I wanted to say -”
“That’s okay. Don’t worry,” Scotty reassured him, he had learned how Kevin worked and he knew sometimes he could be tactless; he must have gotten carried away once more, he thought. “I’ve been invited by my parents for Christmas, they sent me the tickets a month ago, I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry,” Scotty explained.
“So we won’t be together, huh” Kevin lamented as he left for the kitchen. He came back and sat on the couch next to Scotty, bringing with him a carton of chocolate ice cream and spoons. “So now you tell me, what is Christmas like at the Wandells from Oxford, Mississippi?” he enquired trying to change the subject, to go beyond his regret, to seize the moment. Scotty smiled at him surprised yet glad about his boyfriend’s efforts to be more mature, not to long ago Kevin would have changed into this unpleasant whining creature. When he was in that mode only two things could calm him down: a good dinner all washed down with alcohol or sex, and more often than not: both, not that Scotty had something against it, but sometimes he felt he needed more.
“Well, you want to know what a traditional Wandell Christmas looks like. Well, nothing really original here, like anyone else anywhere, I guess! Why are you smiling? ” Scotty asked a little annoyed.
“I was just trying to picture little Scotty Wandell, decorating the Christmas tree with his mommy and daddy,” Kevin said in a childlike voice a mischievous air reflecting in his blue eyes.
Scotty pouted but continued his story, “Well, you’re not far from the truth actually, my sister and I got to decorate the tree and we used to fight to know who would get to put the star in top of it!” Scotty stopped at Kevin’s flabbergasted look. “What? Of all people you should know what I mean, if there were a sibling rivalry category in the Olympics, your family would be gold medalist!” Scotty commented.
“Yeah, maybe! But you have a sister?! How come you never told me?” Kevin asked excitedly.
“Yes, and I guess I never told you because you spend so much time talking about your own family that I never get a chance to talk about mine!” Scotty snapped back.
Kevin didn’t protest, deep down inside he knew Scotty was right; he was forced to admit that his boyfriend could indeed read him several pages at a time. “Where did you get this tone, it doesn’t sound like you?” he pointed out carefully.
“Since I’ve lived with Mr. Cynicism I imagine!” Scotty retorted.
“Obviously, though I’ve always thought this character trait made me likeable.” Scotty’s smile probably gave him away, Kevin was well aware that his self-confidence worked like a charm on him. “So younger or older, your sister?” he asked eager to know a bit more about his partner’s family.
“Well, I guess you could say she’s younger, she was born four minutes after me.”
“A twin sister?” Kevin said as if he needed Scotty’s confirmation. “What’s her name?”
“Wendy.”
“You’re kidding me, right? Wendy Wandell?” Kevin pronounced with a repressed chuckle.
“Yeah, why? My parents wanted something traditional; it was my grandmother’s name. But don’t worry, she got married two years ago and if you must know she’s pregnant with her first child.” He responded as Kevin was still laughing, although Scotty didn’t really understand why.
“Welcome to the club, Uncle Scotty, congratulations!” Kevin said cheerfully. “Well, I guess this is for the better,” Kevin pondered “I mean, you spending some time with your sister and me spending time with mine.” He paused for a moment to gobble up a spoonful of ice cream and resumed “I guess that’s what the song is all about when it says there’s no place like home for the holidays. I have to admit that all my best Christmases took place in the Walker household.” Kevin remembered “when my father was still alive.”
Scotty knew that when Kevin was in that kind of mood he needed to talk. “Why don’t you tell me your best Christmas memory?”
“Really? Well, let me think ... that’s a tough one,” Kevin reflected “there were several actually. Oh, wait! I know there’s this one when the whole Walker clan learned something quite unexpected. I think you’ll like it.”
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Up next: The recollection of a memorable Walker Christmas. Here.