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

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Entry tags:*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: G and Savannah
[info]savannah_monroe
2011-12-25 10:36 pm UTC (link)
"I still think that it makes me incredibly selfish and shallow, and a horrible person that will get what she deserves," Savannah said with a tiny shrug. "Your position, and pretty much everyone else's, is the opposite of mine, and talking isn't going to change any of our minds. You will always think that the work you- we do is doing good for world, and I will always think that it's intrinsically evil, despite being willing to do it."

Savannah nodded. "I will, that's not an issue. I can't let him have the choice. If he does have that choice, then it's soul is damned forever. If I don't, maybe God will understand. If I don't teach him about religion, about all the things I believe, if he only know about defending himself and killing, then he won't have to make the choice." She had promised God to raise her children Catholic, but one more broken promise wouldn't matter at this point. "He doesn't need a religion. You don't have one. Marty doesn't really either. Maybe that's the only way you can do it and not go insane. Maybe that's the way to protect him and his soul."

She looked a G with raised eyebrows. "It's for better and worse, not make it worse but saying things that make no sense to your husband. I'm not telling him how he's supposed to feel about me, us or the baby. He knows how I feel about him. There's no reason for him to know what I feel about the baby."

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Re: G and Savannah
[info]g_callen
2011-12-25 11:12 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not trying to change your mind. I think you're making a mistake in how you deal with your child and your husband as a result, that maybe you're subconsciously pushing everything good in your life away to prove how much you don't deserve it. But, that's your mistake to make." Nothing could stop a self-fulfilling prophecy and G feared that was exactly where she was heading. "All I can do is promise you that I'm not going away. Ever."

Hugging her briefly, he stood up. "I'll get out of your hair, now. I asked for you to explain and you did. The only other suggestion I'm going to put out there is a question I don't want an answer to now. Have you prayed about it, asked God for his opinion? What I do know of the Christian faith says that He's a father to His children. 'Our Father who art in Heaven.' Isn't that how it goes? Even if he has to exact punishment, a good father will still always listen to his children. The Bible is God's word, but still translated by fallible man. Prayers go directly to Him, don't they?" Shrugging helplessly, he moved toward the door. "Goodnight, Savannah."

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