MCSM oneshots (Discontinued)

Merry Christmas...?

A/N I have no idea why I'm writing christmas stories in... *ahem* october when Halloween is like tomorrow but enjoy anyway
p.s 'the brunette' is jesse lmfao

No quantity of luminescent string lights or overly joyful christmas carols could mask what was going on behind the screen, off stage as some would consider. There he was, thinking his holiday break would be spent doing something considerably enjoyable.

The snow was falling in flurries and had made a glistening white sheet on the ground; possessing an unreal quality like it was candy, frosting, something that brought joy to people. The blonde had considered the usefulness of snow when his own blood had been splattered on it, unhappy expressions exchanged, and eventually, he had gotten to the point where he was so fed up with him, he just couldn't.

The very reason why snow was on his mind was because while he was on the floor, his body making an imprint on the snow, he had silently thanked whoever had brought on the snow; it provided a wonderful cushion for when you were getting in a fight. A losing one, that is. As the convict fled the scene, Lukas was left there, wondering if he would bleed to death or freeze to death - neither was a pretty ending, that was for sure. Making tiny patterns in the snow with his fingers, his cheek pressed against the ground, he rolled over onto his back, looking up at the night sky, twinkling with stars, trying to conjure up a single good memory associated with christmas.

Whether it was some case that needed to be solved, someone sick, or worst of all, being alone in his own home watching his fire slowly die out and feel the warmth leave his body, the kind of warmth that only his loved one could provide. Along with the dreadful memories were tears he conjured, freezing once they hit the ground. He brought his knees up to his chest, just waiting, waiting for the sadness and hurt to go away, waiting for love. What seemed like hours, days, even weeks later he heard the familiar crunch of a boot meeting the snow, the same rhythmic footsteps over and over. His whole body was numb.

Lukas saw the brunette's face come into focus, worry etched onto his face. Before he could stop himself, the brunette spoke Lukas's name, a silent tear slipping down his cheek as he crouched down to his level, stroking his ice cold face. "What happened?" He said in a barely audible whisper. Lukas could only shake his head and sit up, burying his face into his knees. The brunette propped one of his fingers under Lukas's chin, forcing the injured boy to look at him. He ran his thumb along the side of a large gash in Lukas's face, running from the side of his head to his chin.

 "Who would do this to you?" Again, Lukas refrained from answering, preferably remaining mute. The brunette slipped one arm under Lukas's legs, another behind his back, lifting him off the ground. Lukas wrapped his arms around the brunette's neck, shivering violently and burying his face into the boy's jacket.

The warmth of the fire, and the company of the brunette, who had fallen into a peaceful state of slumber, slumped against Lukas's shoulders. A blanket was draped around the two of them, and Lukas shifted ever so slightly so that Jesse's leg wasn't under his, and that was enough to rouse Jesse. Through the haze of his sleepiness, he smiled at Lukas. 

"Oh, sorry - didn't mean to wake you." Lukas said in his normal voice tone, which happened to be a quiet, soft purr. "Don't worry about it." The brunette returned the smile, caustically draping his arm around Lukas. Lukas leaning his head on Jesse's lap, feeling his eyelids droop as the brunette stroked his hair, careful not to touch the bandage that was strategically draped around his face.

There was a soft click of the door, and both boys turned their heads to see Petra. The sight of the two boys made her smile. Not her normal smirk, but a genuine smile. "Cute." She said briefly, sitting down in front of them. "I heard some noises coming from downstairs." She said, self explanatory. Lukas gave a little giggle. "Sorry." He said. "What are you guys doing?" She asked, a hint of her normal self showing, as she glared at the bookshelf in the corner, reading was not her forte. "Oh, come here." The brunette said, a grin spreading across his face as he used his free arm to Pull Petra in next to him. 

She didn't resist, for once allowing to be with her friends, lingering away from being so independent. It got lonely sometimes. With her back against the brunette's, and Lukas curled up on Jesse's lap, the three friends had all drifted off, making the best picture ever as a silent Olivia snapped a picture of it in the morning when she saw it. She silently praised herself as she printed the picture, hanging it on their fireplace as she scribbled a quick merry Christmas on it, excited to meet the friends later.