Fic: Christmas Past and Present 1/1
Title: Christmas Past and Present
Author: Jessi B.
Fandom: Eerie Indiana
Rating: pg-13 (language and guys kissing)
Pairing: Dash/Simon
Summary: Dash and Simon celebrate their first Christmas together.
Warnings: Guys kiss, a little language from Dash, slash, and a bit of angst
Notes: Sequel to The Other Side of The Glass. Short and not betaed but it was fun to write and done in only a few hours for Christmas.
***
Dash couldn't say exactly he started the little 'ritual', but he supposed it was the first Christmas he'd known Marshall Teller. He sat in the snowy bushes and watched the Teller family do Christmas. Simon came in quietly and was swept in and he envied the small redhead as he was given socks and underwear and then fed till bursting. The first year he'd moved to the back yard and imagined he could hear the laughter and smiles even when he couldn't see them.
"You could come in," Simon said softly as he sat huddled in a too thin jacket near the back door with Dash. The gray haired boy was eating the plate of food Simon had filched for him. Dash hadn't asked for it. Simon had just come out with a plate of steaming food for him and he had no idea how the kid had even noticed him.
"Yeah, right," Dash muttered. "I'm not good at these things."
"Me neither," Simon had admitted softly. "My parents are on a cruise. My aunt took my brother for vacation but...I told them the Tellers were looking after me. It would be even worse at her house."
Dash nodded like he understood as he ate. He didn't. He'd like any family.
"Sometimes...sometimes it makes me a little mad," Simon murmured softly. "He...Mars I mean, he doesn't know how lucky he is to have all this."
That Dash understood all too well.
***
Dash wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing the Tellers but he could play nice since they were inviting him over. It'd be nice to eat the turkey inside for once.
He looked at the tiny tree Simon had brought in for their place. Simon'd been excited about Christmas. There was mistletoe over the bedroom's door and lights all around the room and choking the tree. A few plastic ornaments hung on the tree with the lights and garland and the red haired teen had dragged Dash through the 'World of Stuff' to look for the perfect set of cheap plastic crap globes.
"It's just..." Simon had hesitantly started while Dash looked boredly through the bins with him. "It's just this year I have a real home. A real home I can decorate."
Dash's heart had clinched so painfully it ached and he had kissed the startled Simon right there between the shelves of canned goods and cheap Christmas stuff.
They'd gotten the damned ornaments and he was dressed 'nice' in his good jeans and a black shirt Simon said he looked good in. Simon came out of the bedroom with a green button up on and his good jeans and smiled brightly at Dash.
"It's just a few hours and you get to eat," he said as he pulled on the battered leather jacket Dash tossed at him while the gray haired man pulled on a black trench coat. "And Mrs. Teller always orders a good turkey dinner..."
"Yeah, it's fine," Dash shrugged.
"We'll do real gifts and our Christmas after we leave..." Simon continued, as he picked up a shopping bag with his modest gifts all signed 'From: Simon and Dash'.
"It's fine, Simon," Dash sighed and pulled him in for a kiss. "Let's just do it, huh?"
"Yeah," Simon smiled.
Dash was polite and charming at the dinner. He could be if he wanted to. Marshall frowned at him occasionally but otherwise the dinner was great. He'd dodged family questions and listened to Mr. Teller's stories and laughed at the right places. Marshall's mom told embarrassing stories about Marshall, with Syndi piping in, and he grinned at the horrified paranormal investigator.
It was only when he was sitting around the tree, back to the couch, Simon between his legs with his back against Dash's chest, that he thought about it. He glanced at the window he'd always watched this scene through and squeezed Simon tight when he realized he was in it. Inside the perfect family Christmas card if only for a moment or two. He took a gift that Mrs. Teller handed him and smiled at the hat she'd made him. It was awful, lumpy, and a shade of dark green that looked odd. Marshall and the rest of his family all looked a little horrified by it.
"I couldn't think what to get you," Mrs. Teller was saying. "But I took that knitting course through the Internet so I thought I'd make you a hat..."
"It's great," Dash smiled. He meant it. No one had ever made him a hat before. Hell, no one had ever made him any type of clothing before. Simon beamed at him and then at Mrs. Teller. Dash wore it out and into the night air as they walked towards home.
"It was nice of them to give us the leftovers," Simon said, looking content as he walked beside Dash, swinging the shopping bag now full of leftovers and his new messenger bag with a dragon embroidered on it (from Marshall) was over his shoulder and stuffed with clothes and a newpre-paid cell card. "I'll make stir fry and fried rice and sandwiches..."
"Yeah," Dash watched the redhead and smiled. The walk was nice. They took their time, looked at the lights, just walked. By the time they got home though Dash was more then relieved to see their tiny and much less crowded living room. There were only a few packages under the tree. Dash's were all wrapped in the comic sections from the paper and Simon had used a wrapping with snowmen and Santas.
They settled on the couch after Simon put away the food and opened their presents. Simon had got Dash a coat, a black rain coat, that he could wear when he was riding his motorcycle. Dash smiled when he remembered the days he'd come in soaking wet but still never got around to buying one of the damn things.
Dash gave Simon a cookbook, worn and used, that promised 'Meals in 30 minutes or less!'. Simon immediately started flipping through it.
The next present Simon bit his lip while his gray haired lover opened it. The small picture book made Dash frown a moment and he was frankly amazed by all the pictures of him there were inside. Him and Simon as kids doing something in Teller's room, him and Simon and Marshall looking surprised as a flash went off no doubt, and more recent photos of the guys from the garage and him. Every photo had him in it.
"It took me a while," Simon said shyly, turning the cook book nervously in his hands. "Because you're not much for cameras sometimes and...well, Mars's family had some and then there were some from the evidence lockers..."
There was a photo, in the very back, of Dash and Ned. It was a picture of the lodge members really but he and Ned had been in the background and the photo had been cut and blown up. Ned. The only clue to his past or what he was. Across from the photo of Ned was one of he and Simon, probably snapped by Bill, on the waiting area couch in the garage. Simon was laying against his shoulder reading an old magazine and he had an arm around the smaller male, fingers buried in the red curls, while he read over the kid's shoulder.
"I just...I want you to remember that...that even if you can't remember before, you have now. You have family and friends...I know you...worry about forgetting sometimes and..." Simon blinked a little when Dash tossed the picture book away and then took Simon's book and tossed it after the other book.
"C'mere..." he tugged Simon into his lap and just held him. "You're all I need for that."
Simon flushed and lay against Dash.
"I'd like to know, I wish Ned hadn't been so fucking cryptic, but it doesn't matter. I can't live the next thirteen years looking for the thirteen or so years I don't have. I like what I'm doing, I got regular sex, and life ain't so bad..."
"Yeah," Simon smiled, kissing Dash softly. "It's pretty good really. Considering the weird bits we could be worse and we're a whole lot better then some...and yeah, I like the sex." Dash laughed against his lips.
"Merry Christmas, Simon, let's go do something we both like, huh?" Dash grinned. Simon laughed and let himself be led towards the bedroom.
Author: Jessi B.
Fandom: Eerie Indiana
Rating: pg-13 (language and guys kissing)
Pairing: Dash/Simon
Summary: Dash and Simon celebrate their first Christmas together.
Warnings: Guys kiss, a little language from Dash, slash, and a bit of angst
Notes: Sequel to The Other Side of The Glass. Short and not betaed but it was fun to write and done in only a few hours for Christmas.
***
Dash couldn't say exactly he started the little 'ritual', but he supposed it was the first Christmas he'd known Marshall Teller. He sat in the snowy bushes and watched the Teller family do Christmas. Simon came in quietly and was swept in and he envied the small redhead as he was given socks and underwear and then fed till bursting. The first year he'd moved to the back yard and imagined he could hear the laughter and smiles even when he couldn't see them.
"You could come in," Simon said softly as he sat huddled in a too thin jacket near the back door with Dash. The gray haired boy was eating the plate of food Simon had filched for him. Dash hadn't asked for it. Simon had just come out with a plate of steaming food for him and he had no idea how the kid had even noticed him.
"Yeah, right," Dash muttered. "I'm not good at these things."
"Me neither," Simon had admitted softly. "My parents are on a cruise. My aunt took my brother for vacation but...I told them the Tellers were looking after me. It would be even worse at her house."
Dash nodded like he understood as he ate. He didn't. He'd like any family.
"Sometimes...sometimes it makes me a little mad," Simon murmured softly. "He...Mars I mean, he doesn't know how lucky he is to have all this."
That Dash understood all too well.
***
Dash wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing the Tellers but he could play nice since they were inviting him over. It'd be nice to eat the turkey inside for once.
He looked at the tiny tree Simon had brought in for their place. Simon'd been excited about Christmas. There was mistletoe over the bedroom's door and lights all around the room and choking the tree. A few plastic ornaments hung on the tree with the lights and garland and the red haired teen had dragged Dash through the 'World of Stuff' to look for the perfect set of cheap plastic crap globes.
"It's just..." Simon had hesitantly started while Dash looked boredly through the bins with him. "It's just this year I have a real home. A real home I can decorate."
Dash's heart had clinched so painfully it ached and he had kissed the startled Simon right there between the shelves of canned goods and cheap Christmas stuff.
They'd gotten the damned ornaments and he was dressed 'nice' in his good jeans and a black shirt Simon said he looked good in. Simon came out of the bedroom with a green button up on and his good jeans and smiled brightly at Dash.
"It's just a few hours and you get to eat," he said as he pulled on the battered leather jacket Dash tossed at him while the gray haired man pulled on a black trench coat. "And Mrs. Teller always orders a good turkey dinner..."
"Yeah, it's fine," Dash shrugged.
"We'll do real gifts and our Christmas after we leave..." Simon continued, as he picked up a shopping bag with his modest gifts all signed 'From: Simon and Dash'.
"It's fine, Simon," Dash sighed and pulled him in for a kiss. "Let's just do it, huh?"
"Yeah," Simon smiled.
Dash was polite and charming at the dinner. He could be if he wanted to. Marshall frowned at him occasionally but otherwise the dinner was great. He'd dodged family questions and listened to Mr. Teller's stories and laughed at the right places. Marshall's mom told embarrassing stories about Marshall, with Syndi piping in, and he grinned at the horrified paranormal investigator.
It was only when he was sitting around the tree, back to the couch, Simon between his legs with his back against Dash's chest, that he thought about it. He glanced at the window he'd always watched this scene through and squeezed Simon tight when he realized he was in it. Inside the perfect family Christmas card if only for a moment or two. He took a gift that Mrs. Teller handed him and smiled at the hat she'd made him. It was awful, lumpy, and a shade of dark green that looked odd. Marshall and the rest of his family all looked a little horrified by it.
"I couldn't think what to get you," Mrs. Teller was saying. "But I took that knitting course through the Internet so I thought I'd make you a hat..."
"It's great," Dash smiled. He meant it. No one had ever made him a hat before. Hell, no one had ever made him any type of clothing before. Simon beamed at him and then at Mrs. Teller. Dash wore it out and into the night air as they walked towards home.
"It was nice of them to give us the leftovers," Simon said, looking content as he walked beside Dash, swinging the shopping bag now full of leftovers and his new messenger bag with a dragon embroidered on it (from Marshall) was over his shoulder and stuffed with clothes and a newpre-paid cell card. "I'll make stir fry and fried rice and sandwiches..."
"Yeah," Dash watched the redhead and smiled. The walk was nice. They took their time, looked at the lights, just walked. By the time they got home though Dash was more then relieved to see their tiny and much less crowded living room. There were only a few packages under the tree. Dash's were all wrapped in the comic sections from the paper and Simon had used a wrapping with snowmen and Santas.
They settled on the couch after Simon put away the food and opened their presents. Simon had got Dash a coat, a black rain coat, that he could wear when he was riding his motorcycle. Dash smiled when he remembered the days he'd come in soaking wet but still never got around to buying one of the damn things.
Dash gave Simon a cookbook, worn and used, that promised 'Meals in 30 minutes or less!'. Simon immediately started flipping through it.
The next present Simon bit his lip while his gray haired lover opened it. The small picture book made Dash frown a moment and he was frankly amazed by all the pictures of him there were inside. Him and Simon as kids doing something in Teller's room, him and Simon and Marshall looking surprised as a flash went off no doubt, and more recent photos of the guys from the garage and him. Every photo had him in it.
"It took me a while," Simon said shyly, turning the cook book nervously in his hands. "Because you're not much for cameras sometimes and...well, Mars's family had some and then there were some from the evidence lockers..."
There was a photo, in the very back, of Dash and Ned. It was a picture of the lodge members really but he and Ned had been in the background and the photo had been cut and blown up. Ned. The only clue to his past or what he was. Across from the photo of Ned was one of he and Simon, probably snapped by Bill, on the waiting area couch in the garage. Simon was laying against his shoulder reading an old magazine and he had an arm around the smaller male, fingers buried in the red curls, while he read over the kid's shoulder.
"I just...I want you to remember that...that even if you can't remember before, you have now. You have family and friends...I know you...worry about forgetting sometimes and..." Simon blinked a little when Dash tossed the picture book away and then took Simon's book and tossed it after the other book.
"C'mere..." he tugged Simon into his lap and just held him. "You're all I need for that."
Simon flushed and lay against Dash.
"I'd like to know, I wish Ned hadn't been so fucking cryptic, but it doesn't matter. I can't live the next thirteen years looking for the thirteen or so years I don't have. I like what I'm doing, I got regular sex, and life ain't so bad..."
"Yeah," Simon smiled, kissing Dash softly. "It's pretty good really. Considering the weird bits we could be worse and we're a whole lot better then some...and yeah, I like the sex." Dash laughed against his lips.
"Merry Christmas, Simon, let's go do something we both like, huh?" Dash grinned. Simon laughed and let himself be led towards the bedroom.