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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-09 01:36 am
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The Right Gift
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami/CSI:NY/Everworld
Title: The Right Gift
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Christian Taylor (OC)/Aiden Burn, Danny Messer, Christie Henderson (OC)
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100_prompts Challenge Prompt: Gift
Content Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Christian tries to find the perfect Christmas gift for Aiden.
Author's Note: REALLY REALLY AU. This is, after all, a crossover with a sci-fi/fantasy series. If you are curious and want to know more about Everworld, there are links to the reference posts in the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: If they're the characters of CSI:NY or listed here, I don't own it, and they belong to CBS or K. A. Applegate. However, if it's listed here, it is mine, so please don't use it without my permission.
Christian and Danny both stared at the store in front of them, looking at the rings and necklaces on display in front of them. The look on their face was one of complete confusion, and neither of them knew where to proceed or how to proceed.
“Is Aiden really a ‘jewelry’ kind of girl?” Christian asked, and Danny shrugged.
“No idea.”
Christian turned to him and shot him a look, “You’ve known her for five years, and you don’t know whether or not the girl likes jewelry?”
“Yeah, I’ve known her, but I don’t usually put this kind of thought in when I’ m buying her a gift,” Danny replied, “I get her a gift card or something; I don’t know what kind of jewelry she likes.”
“And you wonder why she didn’t date you,” Christian commented, and Danny shot him a look.
“Well, you’re glad I didn’t date her now, aren’t you?”
“Never mind,” Christian sighed, clenching his eyes closed and shaking his head, “I can’t get Aiden a gift card, so what do you recommend?”
“Aiden—she’s one of those weird girls,” Danny said, turning to his friends, “She likes those weird gifts that shows that you were thinking of her, and you thought that she would like this more than anything.”
“Don’t all women think like that?” Christian frowned.
“But Aiden likes the really weird gifts,” Danny sighed, “The ones that they can see some kind of hidden message behind. It’s like going to a high school English class and trying to figure out Shakespeare or something.”
“Tell me about it,” Christian sighed. Then suddenly, his head tilted to the side for a moment, and a smile crossed his face.
“What’d you got that grin on your face for?” Danny asked, suddenly confused.
“I think I know what to get her,” Christian replied, before patting his friend on his shoulder, and pulling out his cell phone as he walked away.
***
“Christie,” he sighed, following her around his apartment, “Christie, Christie, Christie. Goddess of the daylight. You gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman you. Have I ever told you how much I treasure and admire our friendship?”
“What do you want?” Christie Henderson rolled her eyes, before giving him the ‘cut-the-bullshit’ look.
“You still paint?” he asked, and she was taken aback slightly.
“Paint?” she frowned, “A little but—why?”
He explained his plan to her, and she tilted her head to the side slightly, giving him a look, “You want me to paint it?”
“Yeah,” Christian sighed, “I remember how your work used to be, and I think it’d be just the kind of thing she’d like.”
Christie pondered it for a second before, “When do you need this by?”
“Christmas.”
She gave him the ‘you-gotta-be-kidding-me’ look. “Two weeks?”
“I know it’s pressing you for time, but—” he gave her a small smile, “—I’d really appreciate it, Chris.”
She shook her head, “You’re lucky you know how to schmooze, Christian.”
“I will owe you forever for this, Christie.”
“You bet your ass you do.”
***
“Where is it?” she asked, hoping onto the bed and shaking her sleeping boyfriend.
“Where’s what?” he mumbled, rolling away from her, onto his stomach.
“My present,” she said, raking her teeth across her bottom lip in the way she knew he loved. He gave her a smirk, before rolling back over.
“Who says I got you anything?”
She smacked him on the shoulder, “If you like what you’ve got going here, you better have gotten me something.”
He grinned and rolled over onto his back, letting her straddle him slightly so that she was leaning over him, her hair tickling the sides of his face, “Well, how do you know that I have something to give you.”
“I saw you smuggling in a pretty big, wrapped, square shaped thing in last night,” Aiden sighed, “When you thought I was asleep on the couch.”
“You are more sneaky than Danny gives you credit for Miss Burn,” he commented, before she leaned down and kissed him, “However, if you want your present, you’re going to have to get off me.”
She gave him a grin, before watching him as he climbed out of bed and wandered into another room. She settled onto the bed Indian style, and when he came back, the package in question in hand, she eagerly reached for it, and he held it above his head, out of her reach.
“What do we say?” he teased, like he was admonishing a child, and she gave him a grin.
“Gimme!”
“No,” he shook his head, “What do we say?”
“Please?” she guessed.
“Please, what?”
“Damnit, Christian, would you just give it to me already,” she laughed, “Stop teasing me with it.” He grinned and handed it to her, watching her tear open the paper as he climbed back onto the bed behind her.
Ripping off the paper revealed a beautiful oil painting of a group of grassy knolls, with the backset of an old Medieval castle sitting in the distance. Aiden’s eyes widened as they drifted over it, and she looked at him in surprise, “What is it of?”
“The hills of Avalon,” he replied, leaning closer to her so that he could point things out on the painting, “According to legend, the knights of Avalon refused to fight any battle, no matter how small, on these fields because they thought it to be against the will of the gods to mar anything so beautiful with the blood of men. And that—” he gestured over to the castle in the corner, “—is the castle of Jarius of Avalon, one of the fairest and most honest knights of the order.”
“Chris—” she whispered, “—it’s beautiful.” A smile broke out across his face and she gave him a quick kiss. “Where did you get it?”
“A friend of mine painted it,” he replied, “When I saw it, I was hoping you’d like it.” Aiden didn’t know about Everworld, so he wasn’t about to tell her that he begged Christie to beg Melinda to get her to cross over so that she could paint this for him, nor was he going to tell her that the hills of Avalon actually existed, and they were almost as beautiful as Christie had painted them. Maybe one day he would take her there, but not this Christmas.
“Well you hoped right,” she grinned, before leaning back into his shoulder. She stared at the painting for a second, before turning back to him, “What were you going to do if I didn’t like it?”
“I had a back-up,” he replied as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Really?” she said, the grin widening, “Do I get that too?”
“Maybe,” he sighed, “Depends what you got me.” At that, the smile thinned into a smirk.
“Who says I got you anything?”
Title: The Right Gift
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Christian Taylor (OC)/Aiden Burn, Danny Messer, Christie Henderson (OC)
100_prompts Challenge Prompt: GiftContent Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Christian tries to find the perfect Christmas gift for Aiden.
Author's Note: REALLY REALLY AU. This is, after all, a crossover with a sci-fi/fantasy series. If you are curious and want to know more about Everworld, there are links to the reference posts in the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: If they're the characters of CSI:NY or listed here, I don't own it, and they belong to CBS or K. A. Applegate. However, if it's listed here, it is mine, so please don't use it without my permission.
Christian and Danny both stared at the store in front of them, looking at the rings and necklaces on display in front of them. The look on their face was one of complete confusion, and neither of them knew where to proceed or how to proceed.
“Is Aiden really a ‘jewelry’ kind of girl?” Christian asked, and Danny shrugged.
“No idea.”
Christian turned to him and shot him a look, “You’ve known her for five years, and you don’t know whether or not the girl likes jewelry?”
“Yeah, I’ve known her, but I don’t usually put this kind of thought in when I’ m buying her a gift,” Danny replied, “I get her a gift card or something; I don’t know what kind of jewelry she likes.”
“And you wonder why she didn’t date you,” Christian commented, and Danny shot him a look.
“Well, you’re glad I didn’t date her now, aren’t you?”
“Never mind,” Christian sighed, clenching his eyes closed and shaking his head, “I can’t get Aiden a gift card, so what do you recommend?”
“Aiden—she’s one of those weird girls,” Danny said, turning to his friends, “She likes those weird gifts that shows that you were thinking of her, and you thought that she would like this more than anything.”
“Don’t all women think like that?” Christian frowned.
“But Aiden likes the really weird gifts,” Danny sighed, “The ones that they can see some kind of hidden message behind. It’s like going to a high school English class and trying to figure out Shakespeare or something.”
“Tell me about it,” Christian sighed. Then suddenly, his head tilted to the side for a moment, and a smile crossed his face.
“What’d you got that grin on your face for?” Danny asked, suddenly confused.
“I think I know what to get her,” Christian replied, before patting his friend on his shoulder, and pulling out his cell phone as he walked away.
***
“Christie,” he sighed, following her around his apartment, “Christie, Christie, Christie. Goddess of the daylight. You gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman you. Have I ever told you how much I treasure and admire our friendship?”
“What do you want?” Christie Henderson rolled her eyes, before giving him the ‘cut-the-bullshit’ look.
“You still paint?” he asked, and she was taken aback slightly.
“Paint?” she frowned, “A little but—why?”
He explained his plan to her, and she tilted her head to the side slightly, giving him a look, “You want me to paint it?”
“Yeah,” Christian sighed, “I remember how your work used to be, and I think it’d be just the kind of thing she’d like.”
Christie pondered it for a second before, “When do you need this by?”
“Christmas.”
She gave him the ‘you-gotta-be-kidding-me’ look. “Two weeks?”
“I know it’s pressing you for time, but—” he gave her a small smile, “—I’d really appreciate it, Chris.”
She shook her head, “You’re lucky you know how to schmooze, Christian.”
“I will owe you forever for this, Christie.”
“You bet your ass you do.”
***
“Where is it?” she asked, hoping onto the bed and shaking her sleeping boyfriend.
“Where’s what?” he mumbled, rolling away from her, onto his stomach.
“My present,” she said, raking her teeth across her bottom lip in the way she knew he loved. He gave her a smirk, before rolling back over.
“Who says I got you anything?”
She smacked him on the shoulder, “If you like what you’ve got going here, you better have gotten me something.”
He grinned and rolled over onto his back, letting her straddle him slightly so that she was leaning over him, her hair tickling the sides of his face, “Well, how do you know that I have something to give you.”
“I saw you smuggling in a pretty big, wrapped, square shaped thing in last night,” Aiden sighed, “When you thought I was asleep on the couch.”
“You are more sneaky than Danny gives you credit for Miss Burn,” he commented, before she leaned down and kissed him, “However, if you want your present, you’re going to have to get off me.”
She gave him a grin, before watching him as he climbed out of bed and wandered into another room. She settled onto the bed Indian style, and when he came back, the package in question in hand, she eagerly reached for it, and he held it above his head, out of her reach.
“What do we say?” he teased, like he was admonishing a child, and she gave him a grin.
“Gimme!”
“No,” he shook his head, “What do we say?”
“Please?” she guessed.
“Please, what?”
“Damnit, Christian, would you just give it to me already,” she laughed, “Stop teasing me with it.” He grinned and handed it to her, watching her tear open the paper as he climbed back onto the bed behind her.
Ripping off the paper revealed a beautiful oil painting of a group of grassy knolls, with the backset of an old Medieval castle sitting in the distance. Aiden’s eyes widened as they drifted over it, and she looked at him in surprise, “What is it of?”
“The hills of Avalon,” he replied, leaning closer to her so that he could point things out on the painting, “According to legend, the knights of Avalon refused to fight any battle, no matter how small, on these fields because they thought it to be against the will of the gods to mar anything so beautiful with the blood of men. And that—” he gestured over to the castle in the corner, “—is the castle of Jarius of Avalon, one of the fairest and most honest knights of the order.”
“Chris—” she whispered, “—it’s beautiful.” A smile broke out across his face and she gave him a quick kiss. “Where did you get it?”
“A friend of mine painted it,” he replied, “When I saw it, I was hoping you’d like it.” Aiden didn’t know about Everworld, so he wasn’t about to tell her that he begged Christie to beg Melinda to get her to cross over so that she could paint this for him, nor was he going to tell her that the hills of Avalon actually existed, and they were almost as beautiful as Christie had painted them. Maybe one day he would take her there, but not this Christmas.
“Well you hoped right,” she grinned, before leaning back into his shoulder. She stared at the painting for a second, before turning back to him, “What were you going to do if I didn’t like it?”
“I had a back-up,” he replied as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Really?” she said, the grin widening, “Do I get that too?”
“Maybe,” he sighed, “Depends what you got me.” At that, the smile thinned into a smirk.
“Who says I got you anything?”
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