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Leon Vance (leon_vance) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2011-12-24 18:06:00

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*complete, 2011 12, character: alexis castle, character: april kepner, character: brian kinney, character: derek morgan, character: dominic vail, character: eliot spencer, character: emily prentiss, character: g callen, character: john connor, character: marty deeks, character: nell jones, character: robert callen, character: sam hanna, character: savannah monroe, character: sean hanna, character: tim riggins, character: troy bolton, dead: clay morrow, dead: eric beale, dead: gemma morrow, dead: jenna hanna, dead: kensi blye, dead: leon vance, dead: mike renko, dead: nick green, dead: sheldon cooper, dead: spencer reid, dead: tyra collette

RP: Christmas Eve
Who: Everyone
Where: The chapel and then the rec room
When: Christmas Eve
Summary:

Leon had gone through the service much like a real Methodist service would have gone, using Christmas songs instead of hymns, going through the step in a very non ecumenical way to make sure everyone felt included, but really besides the Creed and the Our Father, everything else was pretty relaxed. The important part was the sermon, the part that made him uncomfortable. Sure, he could pretend to be a minister, but he wasn't one and there was a different quality when you were lying in front of God, but he could give them something he rarely gave people: a piece of the truth.

"If we were in a real church, you'd be listening to the birth of Jesus and the importance of his coming, but those of us who've gone to church through the years have heard those sermons more than ones, and those who don't go don't feel any comfort from it, so I'll tell you about a different story and the thanks given are not just to God. Like all story on Christmas, it starts with a boy born in Chicago, who spent a few years in Ohio and went back Chicago. We were Southern Baptists," he said, smiling at Savannah. "We had our church, the white folks had their own, even though we were all Baptists. Things weren't any better in Chicago. If anything the discrimination was worse. I was determined to get out of there. I started my career when I picked a college, but without knowing a sealed my faith. Everything became classified, my school, the military branch I belong to, the missions. Only a few people have seen my real file. Then there's a second life, a legent, a cover, a life that everyone else knows. Even my wife and kids only know what's in the second file. Only one person ever figured out that I couldn't be in the branch I said I was. When we came here, it was just another cover, another life, and then slowly people arrived, and suddenly I was responsible for people who never lived this life.

"Tonight we celebrate the birth of a man who gave everything for us, who died for us, but as any parent in this room and some who aren't parents know, giving your life for someone isn't the ultimate sacrifice. Taking a life to protect someone is the real sacrifice, and this is what I forgot. Some of us have done this so long that we don't remember why it's such a sacrifice, but watching many of the faces in this room reminded me of that fact." He stopped as Savannah got up and moved through the chairs to leave the house. It was time to bring this to an end it seemed.

"You've made this sacrifice, but tonight is a night of rebirth, a night where we rely on God's love and the love of the ones around us to take the first step, to move forward, because that sacrifice shouldn't be in vain, it shouldn't annihilate all the good that's in us. Each one of you has contributed so much to this team, but it's your personalities, your care, your love that has turned a group of people into something close to family and I want to thank you for that." He nodded toward Brian and watched him go, but this had been planned. "If we were in some other church, we would sing a last song and go home. I'm sure you're tired, want to get some rest for tomorrow, but before we do that, I have a little something as a personal thank you. If you could please, put your coats on and follow me."

He took his own coat and walked to the rec center. This was the reason why he had spent a lot of time with Brian, making more than a few trips into the city, but seeing the final product for the first time made it worth it. Much like at the base, Brian had used little to turn this into 'a club'. The living room floor was much the same as the other houses, but that's where the similarities ended. The walls were covered in shiny red wrapping paper. The kitchen's counter was a bar. There were two sectionals covered with colored fabrics. In the corner sat the stage: a drum set, a sax, a keyboard and a guitar with bows were standing there. Brian, with John's help, had sat up lights and speakers.

"I hear someone wanted a game room. In the small bedroom, we have a TV, game system, controllers and all of that. There's a small weight room where the master room should be. The last bedroom is a small movie theater with a giant TV, DVD, computer hook ups. This is my gift to all of you, and Mr. Hanna, yes, you can start playing for the night," he said with a smile.

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Re: Brian/John

b_kinney
2011-12-23 11:06 pm UTC (link)

"No, you're not, and you'd be even more boring than you are now," he said, seriously, before kissing John softly. "I'll teach you to have fun, if it's the last thing I do. I even got you to smoke pot. Did you ever think you'd do that?" Of course, John was talking about covers, but Brian was willing to bet that his cover would have been very different if they weren't fucking.

"Of course I am. Was there ever any doubt? No one else has any taste. No matter how crappy, it's still better than anything they could come up with." He chuckled. "One day, I'll show you Babylon and then you'll understand."

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Re: Brian/John

johnbaum
2011-12-24 12:55 am UTC (link)

John smiled against Brian's lips. "Mm, no. Wouldn't want that. Guess, I'll have to pay more attention to these lessons of yours in fun." Chuckling, he shook his head. He had no plans on smoking it again. He knew the health risks and, quite frankly, the stuff tasted and smell like shit. But, he couldn't say smoking pot with Brian that once had been a bad experience. "Pretty much never thought it," he agreed, stepping only far enough away to take Brian's hand and make his way over to one of the sofas.

"Nope. Never doubted you," he continued, sitting down. "One day." The chances of that happening weren't good. They still came from different worlds and, while John couldn't turn his back on his own, he also couldn't ever take Brian away from his. It sucked. A part of him still wanted to be able to know that when he went back to his world Brian would be safe and happy in his Babylon. A larger part wished he could be there to see it for himself. "But, for now, I'll just take your word for it and watch you do your thing here. So, what do you usually do for Christmas at home? Go to Babylon? Do you spend it with Michael and his family?"

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Re: Brian/John

b_kinney
2011-12-24 01:22 am UTC (link)

"You totally would. You're that boring," he said, laughing. Brian let John guide him to the couch and when they sat down, he put an arm around John, so close that the other man was practically on his lap. "I bet you're doing a lot of things you never thought about. I remember someone telling me that I was old and that he'd never have sex with me. Never ever."

Brian knew what they were both thinking, but there was no point in worrying about the future. He never had before and things usually turned out okay with some shitty moments in between. That was just the way life worked. "Maybe we'll get to do something that grand here, yeah? We'll take over this world and turn it into a party country." He kissed John's neck. "No, never went home. I hated my parents and after my father died-" He shrugged. "My mother enjoyed going to my sister's more. I don't have a tradition. Things change. Some years, I'd go to Mikey's, or Debs, that's his mother. Some years, I went to Lindsey's, she's my best friend and Gus' mother. I've done that more now that Gus is older. I always ended up at the club later. What about you? You and your mother did anything in between saving the world?"

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Re: Brian/John

johnbaum
2011-12-24 02:56 am UTC (link)

"And you're exciting enough for the both of us," John teased. Breathing a sigh of contentment, he leaned against Brian, keeping his arm close between them so if anyone sat on his other side -- unlikely considering how few people seemed to want to approach them when they were together -- they wouldn't jostle it. Grinning, he laughed at the memory of their first meeting. "Someone should learn not to say never. But, I guess he just needed to get to know you to see the error in his ways."

John sometimes thought he'd been spoiled with the mom he had. He couldn't imagine parents who didn't do everything they could to stay in their kids' lives. But, the more he was here, the more he found people like Brian whose parents had no idea what they were missing by staying away. "Gus must love seeing you. I can imagine you being the cool dad kids wait for a visit from as much as from Santa," he said with a smile. "Sometimes we managed to do something. Usually not much. The one I really remember was the year we were in Mexico and the Posadas leading up to the Noche Buena. It was a small village and prior to NAFTA, when Santa was imported from the US along with everything else. So the celebration was much more religious. No gifts on Navidad for the kids, but on el día de Reyes, Epiphany. They leave the Nativity, el Nacimiento, up until el dia de la Candelaria in February. The whole village celebrated together. It was nice, even if I only understood the general message and didn't really get the specific religious story."

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Re: Brian/John

b_kinney
2011-12-24 03:15 am UTC (link)

"You are too when you forget that you're the Savior of the wizarding world... oh wait, that's Harry Potter. Did you have Harry Potter in your world? Gus loved those movies and I ended up reading the books to him. I was always more interested in exactly what was going on in those dormitories at night than fighting evil, all those teenagers. I should have been a teacher there, although I'm not sure fucking the students is allowed," he said, smirking.

"Someone should have known better just by looking at me," he pointed out, grinning. "It's all that time in front of the computer, it's fucking up with your eyesight."

Brian tried not to think about home too much. Thinking didn't help. It was easier to concentrate on the here and now. "He does. I gave up custody right when he was a baby so Mel could adopt him, but I always go around, and they never hid from him that I'm his father. Mel hates having me around," he said laughing. "I ruin all of her schedules and rules. She keeps saying that I'm worse than Gus. I take that as a compliment, by the way."

He kissed John again. "That's not just Mexico. A lot of Catholics give gifts both times, Christmas and the Epiphany. I actually know what it means thanks to too many plays in Catholic school."

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Re: Brian/John

johnbaum
2011-12-24 05:20 am UTC (link)

John shook his head. "The name doesn't ring a bell. Doesn't mean we didn't have them, I just probably missed them. Wizard of Oz was always my favorite as a kid." He laughed and tilted his head up to nip at Brian's jaw. "Fucking your students it probably frowned upon, yes."

Turning his head fully, he stared up at Brian, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I don't know. I think my eyes are pretty good. I can see a lot more these days than I could then."

Leaning back against Brian, he smiled. "Of course you do. It's part of your charm. I'm glad you get to see him." John tried not to remember an older version of his own face with his mother's eyes, a man he had too little time with and could never tell the truth. "So, is it true what they say about Catholic School? If there's anything you don't want your kids to learn, send them there?" he teased, banishing the maudlin thoughts. "I think Catholic School is the only kind I've never been too. Public school, military school, homeschooling. Never Catholic school."

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Re: Brian/John

b_kinney
2011-12-24 05:35 am UTC (link)

"Wrong wizard. This is a boy who discovers at age 11 that he's the Savior of the wizarding world, only he can defeat the evil Dark Lord that wants to take over. Sounds familiar?" he asked with a smirk. "We'll have to find them if they are here and I can point out all the reasons this would have worked better if he'd let others do the work. He should have concentrated on fucking the teachers." It wasn't an exact parallel, but John was laughing and that was more than enough.

Brian stared back, and then brushed John's bangs to the side. "Your hair is getting long, and your eyes are gorgeous."

He kissed John's temple. "I used to, yes. Maybe one day and if not, Lindsey and Mel would do a great job. Mel is a pain in the ass, but good." Brian chuckled. "I was too young, just up to middle school and then I went to public. My father wouldn't spend the money, not that it made a difference. I still got plenty of cock in public high school, met Mikey there. It was good."

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Re: Brian/John

johnbaum
2011-12-24 07:23 am UTC (link)

Pretending to think about it, John finally shook his head. "Nope. Not familiar at all." He smirked. "I don't know, though. Since we've already established that teachers fucking students is wrong, I think it'd have to be a special exception. Is there a tall, dark, and handsome teacher who tells the boy wizard to skip classes and reminds him that he is still a student? That would be a teacher he should fuck."

Raising his own hand to card through his hair, he nodded. "Almost back to where it was before." He knew Brian was deliberately turning the hidden statement in John's words into a compliment so he wouldn't have to admit that statement was true. But, John didn't mind. He just smiled and kissed Brian softly.

"One day." That seemed to be their refrain for the evening and John let the subject drop there. "You know, half my record is fake even back home. I didn't attend regular school when we lived in Mexico and Central America. Mom had to have the transcripts forged along with our IDs when we came back to the States." It didn't really have anything to do with the subject at hand, but just something that popped into his head.

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Re: Brian/John

b_kinney
2011-12-24 08:07 am UTC (link)

Brian laughed. "You're learning, but alas, there isn't. There is one headmaster handing him an invisibility cloak so he can go everywhere. The Headmaster is gay too. He's also about a hundred and fifty, so I'm not sure it works," he said, chuckling.

"It looks good on you, and there's something to hold when you're sucking me off." Brian traced John's lips with his thumb, before kissing him again.

"It doesn't matter. You're you, and you're more real than anyone I know." He leaned back against the couch, putting an arm firmly around John, careful with the cast. "I wanted to buy you something for Christmas, but there's lots of crap around here." Then he had walked by a church with Vance, and Vance had wanted to introduce himself to the local priest. Brian hadn't gone inside the church, but had stopped where the bulletin, envelops and medals were. He had left a small donation for what he had taken. He reached in his pocket to get just that and put the small steel medal in John's palm. "I haven't really gone to church in a long time, stopped believing even before, but here, that's a medal of St. Jude, patron of the lost causes. If God exist, if all these saints mean something, then you should have it, and if they don't, no harm done. Merry Christmas, Gorgeous."

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Re: Brian/John

johnbaum
2011-12-24 10:00 pm UTC (link)

"Must be hope for me, yet." Laughing, he shook his head. "No, I think that's stretching things a little. Maybe this boy wizard needs to go looking outside of the staff. If he's got this cloak and can go anywhere, he can go find another wizard to show him how to have fun."

He raised his hand to cup Brian's jaw as they kissed. Not protesting at all when Brian held him more firmly. "More real than anyone you know?" he whispered wonderingly, then kissed Brian again because there was nothing he could say to that without being far too sappy for either of their comfort. And Brian was moving the conversation along in any case. Staring at the medal in his hand, John couldn't help smiling softly. Lost causes. It was so appropriate for so many things. "If they don't, it's okay. I have another patron looking out for me," he replied, turning his head to look at Brian again. "Thank you, Brian."

Brushing his lips against Brian's again, he pulled back with a grin. "Since we're doing this now. Hold that thought for one second."

John got up from the sofa and grabbed his messenger bag, which he'd left near the door when he went out to talk to April. Bringing it back to the sofa, he settled back in next to Brian and then rummaged through the bag until he found what he was looking for and could fold his fist around it as he turned to speak. He didn't really know what to do with gifts. He'd never really bought one for anyone before. His example to follow was his mother who'd bought him a flack jacket for his fifteenth birthday. And he'd never bought anything remotely personal for anyone before. "I wanted to give you something, too. Merry Christmas, Brian." He held out his hand to Brian, revealing the double strand bracelet with turquoise beads and leather, a little silver charm at the clasp. "I thought it would look good on you. It's Kokopelli. He's a common figure in Native American mythology, sort of their version of Bacchus. A fertility god who heralds the coming of spring with music and dancing. He throws a party for nature, or so some of the legends go."

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Re: Brian/John

b_kinney
2011-12-24 10:51 pm UTC (link)

"There is or we wouldn't be together." This was as explicit as he'd ever been about their relationship, but then he'd given up fucking around when they'd gotten the news about condoms and now, there was no one else in the horizon. "Maybe you could teach him a thing or two."

Brian nodded. "Image is very important in the gay community, and I was in advertising. Everything is image there," he said. "You've never even put on a suit unless I've told you, and bought it for you," he added, laughing. "I saved it, you know? Are you going to put it on tomorrow, look all hot and sophisticated?" he asked, with a smirk.

He looked down at the medal. It wasn't a great gift, but if there was a God, maybe he would look over John. Brian was surprised when John said that he had something for him and smiled when he saw the bracelet. "I used to wear one, black cord and shells. I wore it all the time, and then it got too worn out. This is perfect." He raised his arm. "Here, put it on," he said as he stretched his arm.

He let John put the bracelet on him, before hugging him again. "Remember that confirmation we had about friendship, sex and being more, and how people fit in different categories?" He cupped John's face with a hand and then kissed him softly once again. "I love a few people: Gus, Michael, Lindsey, Deb, in different ways obviously. I love you, too, Gorgeous."

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Re: Brian/John

johnbaum
2011-12-25 12:05 am UTC (link)

"Good thing there is, then." And that was the crux of everything. John might dread the good-by he saw in their future, if they ever found a way home. But, not having Brian in his life at all would be worse. "I'll see what I can do. I've been taking lessons from the master, after all."

John blinked for a moment, then grinned. "You saved it?" He hadn't even thought about that suit, too focused on making sure he had supplies enough for both their survival because he knew Brian wouldn't. And, he shouldn't be at all surprised Brian saved it. "In that case, yeah, I'm totally wearing it."

He was still grinning as he put the bracelet on Brian's wrist, which was a little tricky with a cast one arm and the St. Jude medal clasped in the other hand. "I was right. It looks good on you," he said when he finally got it. He started to run his fingers over the leather strap and skin beneath, but Brian was hugging him again and kissing him with that tenderness he never let anyone but John see.

And John's breath caught at the words that followed.

"Brian...You..." He knew Brian cared about him, but he'd never expected him to say it, didn't need to hear it to know it. To hear him say so much was an unexpected gift. John leaned forward and captured Brian's lips in a kiss. "I love you." He shouldn't. They shouldn't. But, he wasn't sorry for it. He smirked, lips still brushing against Brian's. "I think I like this Christmas thing."

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Re: Brian/John

b_kinney
2011-12-25 12:55 am UTC (link)

Brian nodded. "What did you think I packed? Computers and guns? I let you deal with that. I got the important things like the suits and the good cologne and shoes and belts, mine and yours." He looked at the cast. "You might have to wear the pants with a nice sweater. I'll give you one of my cashmere ones. You'll look great."

He nibbled on the side of John's neck while he tried to put the bracelet on. "Everything looks good on me, but that does look exceptionally good," he joked.

He knew that he had shocked John, but he used to say it to Mikey all the time, and Lindsey too. He just had a problem telling a person he fucked on a regular basis, but John should hear it. "Telling my boyfriend... or is it boytoy that I love him shouldn't have you speechless," he said, before nipping John's lip. "It's good you do, because it might be Christmas before you hear it again." He ruffled John's bangs. "We can have our own party later, make it even better."

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