Unity

**A Mynette Christmas Special**

A/N: Because of my late chapter earlier this week I promised a Christmas special with Lynette and Mallory and that is what I have for you today. Merry Christmas! 

Before you start, lemme tell you some things, Christmas doesn't exist in the It's Classified universe. They celebrate the coming of the New Year with gifts. Also, this story is NOT CANON. None of this happens in-book, including the entirety of  the Mynette romance (as much as I love it, it cannot fit in the plot.) Now that thats out of the way, enjoy something I wrote because I was bored and needed more lesbians in my life!

It was December 25th. The Facility was dead silent. The fireplace crackled in the East Wing's resting room. Mallory was curled up on the couch in the warmest sweater she could find. The fire danced beautiful and warm. She pulled the gray cloth closer around herself.

The door to the wing swished open, ushering cold air into the warmth. Mallory shivered and turned.

Lynette was grinning, carrying a huge sack on her back. She had on a furry white coat and had tiny white flakes in her hair. Mallory jumped up.

"You went outside?" She rushed to help her with the bag. "What is all this?"

"Presents!" Lynette grunted under the weight. "From families, I managed to convince them to let us have them. They aren't allowed outside our resting area or rooms though."

The two girls lugged the giant sack over to the fire, plopping it down on the rug. Mallory sighed and collapsed next to it. Lynette ruffled through it and pulled out seven wrapped rectangle shapes that were obviously books. They had blue paper and small silver bows.

"These are for Chance." She looked at the card. "'Happy New Year, big bro.' Cute."

Next she took out three giant unidentifiable boxes wrapped in red paper with green bows. She shook them and they rattled slightly. She shrugged and looked at the card.

"'To our special Agent, here's to a new year of your success. Love, Mom and Dad.' It's for Rex."

She pulled out a very small box with white paper. It didn't have a bow.

"'To Rolland.' That's all. Guess it's Soarin's."

There was still a big bump. She yanked out a huge black, oddly shaped case by the handle. Mallory's eye's lit up. There were stickers of cats, odd symbols and a few things written in rubbed red ink. Mallory was glowing.

"I guess this is yours?" Lynette handed it to her, the sack finally deflated.

"I can't believe they got this to me!" Mallory grabbed it and clicked the clasps open.

She pulled out a tanned, acoustic guitar. It had beautiful red swirls around the sound hole. Mallory's black hair hung around her face as she twisted the tuning pegs, plucking the strings.

"You play?" Lynette sat down on the rug next to her.

"My sister taught me." Mallory smirked. "What, do you?"

"Nah." Lynette grinned. "I only sing a little."

"Oh?" Mallory strummed a chord. "A little?"

Lynette smiled a tilted her head a little. She shivered and scooted closer to the fire. Mallory watched as the oranges danced across the wolf tattoo, in contrast with Lynette's hair.

"Brr. You wouldn't believe how cold it is outside." Lynette smiled shyly.

Mallory began strumming the beginnings of a song. Lynette turned, recognition in her eyes. She closed her eyes and began swaying slowly. Mallory began to sing.