Happy Christmas Eve
Dec. 24th, 2007 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickI'm tired, so I'm gonna keep this one short. Let's have the Meme:
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Cause lovin’ her/just feels like work!”
Spydo winding down on the drums finished off the song. Marty and the Pinheads waved to the wildly cheering crowd. “Thanks guys! It’s been a blast! Merry Christmas!” Marty yelled, grinning. Then he and his buddies bolted for backstage.
“Whew!” Rick said, wiping his face as they left the floodlights. “Three encores! They were trying to wipe us out, weren’t they?”
“Tell me about it,” Marty said, rubbing his neck. “My throat’s just about had it. I dunno if I’ll have a voice tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you already sound pretty scratchy,” J.J. noted, frowning. “Good thing we’ve got the next few days off, right?”
“Hey, only a complete sadist would make someone play on Christmas,” Marty said. “Personally, I think they’re pushing it already. I wanted to spend Christmas at home with my family. I haven’t seen Jennifer in a while.”
“I miss Lily,” Spydo nodded, looking at the ground. “I’ve been calling her as often as I can, but it’s never enough, ya know?”
“I guess I’m lucky I got involved with one of the road crew,” J.J. admitted. “Don’t worry, guys, I’m sure you’ll be able to catch up with your gals soon.” He smirked at Rick. “Or, in one person’s case, dog.”
“Lay off, I just haven’t found anyone that’s worth more than a couple of dates,” Rick said. “And there’s nothing wrong with my Farrago.”
“Except her weird-ass name.”
“It’s a perfectly nice name!”
Their stage manager Christina abruptly appeared beside them. “Great show, guys! The audience was just eating it up!”
“How the hell do you do that?” Marty asked, starting a little at her sudden appearance.
“Trade secret, Marty.” She frowned. “Your voice sounds a little scratchy – are you okay?”
“Nothing a cold drink and some rest won’t help,” Marty assured her. “Though, really, did we have to do this so close to Christmas proper? I really wanted to spend some time at home for the holidays.”
“Sorry, Marty. I tried to rearrange the dates, but this was the winning combination,” Christina said with a shrug. “It won’t be so bad.”
“Yeah, but still. . . .” Marty sighed. “I miss Jennifer, and my parents, and my siblings, and Doc. I miss making the round between the houses at Christmas and gorging myself on cookies and hot chocolate. I miss – home.” The rest of the band nodded, looking melancholy.
“Well, maybe this year home can come to you.”
Marty froze. That voice – could it be – He spun around to see Doc standing behind him, along with Jennifer, Lily, and Farrago. Jennifer grinned. “Hey boys.”
“Jennifer!” Marty ran to his wife and kissed her. “Damn, I missed you so much – how’d you get here so fast?”
“Some very expensive plane tickets,” Doc said, patting Marty on the back. “We only just got here an hour ago.” Leaning close, he added, “I would have done it a quicker way if we hadn’t decided to take Lily and Farrago along. Times like this I regret not telling the world about the time machine.”
Marty chuckled. “Yeah, I bet. I’m glad you managed to make it anyway.”
Spydo and Rick immediately got reacquainted with their loved ones. “Lil! How’s things back at the plant?”
“Who’s a good doggy? Who’s a good doggy? Did Farrago miss Daddy?”
J.J. rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You guys are so smushy.”
“Like you and Carl are any better,” Rick said.
“Carl?” Lily repeated, confused.
“One of the road crew,” Marty explained. “J.J., get him over here so we can introduce him. Maybe we could all grab some dinner together.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jennifer said, squeezing him. “You sound like you need something cold for your throat.”
“Three encores.”
Doc whistled. “Wow. I shouldn’t be surprised by this point, really, but still. . . .” He smiled. “Well, it must be nice to be living the dream.”
Marty smiled back. “Nicer now that you guys are here. I missed you. Hopefully this tour will end soon and we can get back to normality.”
“. . . I own a flying, time traveling steam train.”
“As close to normal as we get.”
“Hey, guys, Carl’s got an idea on where we can eat. . . .”
This one kinda got away from me -- I didn't expect to go this long. For a minute, I was worried I wouldn't make the deadline. Luckily, I pulled through.
-VD2: *applause*-
Heh. Like I mentioned yesterday, I wanted to do a "Marty's Band" fic for "twelve drummers drumming" -- this one's a generic trilogy-ish future where Marty and the Pinheads made it big and are currently on-tour. I figured it would be neat to do a fic in the future for a change.
-D: I'm surprised it isn't Marty and the Beakers.-
*shrug* I decided to stick to the original name for this one. NonTrilogy can wait for a bit. As you might guess, a couple of the names are fandom references. Lily does come from Harry Potter, while Farrago comes from JACK -- it's the name of one of the angels.
-M: *looks a little surprised* J.J.'s gay? I didn't know that.-
At your stage of the game, neither does he. He doesn't really find out/come to grips with it for a few years yet. I dunno why I picture him as gay, it just seemed right. *shrug*
-M2: Whatever. He's a good keyboardist.-
*nodnod* So yeah, the last Christmas Meme fic. Hope you enjoyed the series of weirdness and randomness.
And now, I have to wrap my mother's last gift. Night all, see you on Christmas!
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
“Cause lovin’ her/just feels like work!”
Spydo winding down on the drums finished off the song. Marty and the Pinheads waved to the wildly cheering crowd. “Thanks guys! It’s been a blast! Merry Christmas!” Marty yelled, grinning. Then he and his buddies bolted for backstage.
“Whew!” Rick said, wiping his face as they left the floodlights. “Three encores! They were trying to wipe us out, weren’t they?”
“Tell me about it,” Marty said, rubbing his neck. “My throat’s just about had it. I dunno if I’ll have a voice tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you already sound pretty scratchy,” J.J. noted, frowning. “Good thing we’ve got the next few days off, right?”
“Hey, only a complete sadist would make someone play on Christmas,” Marty said. “Personally, I think they’re pushing it already. I wanted to spend Christmas at home with my family. I haven’t seen Jennifer in a while.”
“I miss Lily,” Spydo nodded, looking at the ground. “I’ve been calling her as often as I can, but it’s never enough, ya know?”
“I guess I’m lucky I got involved with one of the road crew,” J.J. admitted. “Don’t worry, guys, I’m sure you’ll be able to catch up with your gals soon.” He smirked at Rick. “Or, in one person’s case, dog.”
“Lay off, I just haven’t found anyone that’s worth more than a couple of dates,” Rick said. “And there’s nothing wrong with my Farrago.”
“Except her weird-ass name.”
“It’s a perfectly nice name!”
Their stage manager Christina abruptly appeared beside them. “Great show, guys! The audience was just eating it up!”
“How the hell do you do that?” Marty asked, starting a little at her sudden appearance.
“Trade secret, Marty.” She frowned. “Your voice sounds a little scratchy – are you okay?”
“Nothing a cold drink and some rest won’t help,” Marty assured her. “Though, really, did we have to do this so close to Christmas proper? I really wanted to spend some time at home for the holidays.”
“Sorry, Marty. I tried to rearrange the dates, but this was the winning combination,” Christina said with a shrug. “It won’t be so bad.”
“Yeah, but still. . . .” Marty sighed. “I miss Jennifer, and my parents, and my siblings, and Doc. I miss making the round between the houses at Christmas and gorging myself on cookies and hot chocolate. I miss – home.” The rest of the band nodded, looking melancholy.
“Well, maybe this year home can come to you.”
Marty froze. That voice – could it be – He spun around to see Doc standing behind him, along with Jennifer, Lily, and Farrago. Jennifer grinned. “Hey boys.”
“Jennifer!” Marty ran to his wife and kissed her. “Damn, I missed you so much – how’d you get here so fast?”
“Some very expensive plane tickets,” Doc said, patting Marty on the back. “We only just got here an hour ago.” Leaning close, he added, “I would have done it a quicker way if we hadn’t decided to take Lily and Farrago along. Times like this I regret not telling the world about the time machine.”
Marty chuckled. “Yeah, I bet. I’m glad you managed to make it anyway.”
Spydo and Rick immediately got reacquainted with their loved ones. “Lil! How’s things back at the plant?”
“Who’s a good doggy? Who’s a good doggy? Did Farrago miss Daddy?”
J.J. rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You guys are so smushy.”
“Like you and Carl are any better,” Rick said.
“Carl?” Lily repeated, confused.
“One of the road crew,” Marty explained. “J.J., get him over here so we can introduce him. Maybe we could all grab some dinner together.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jennifer said, squeezing him. “You sound like you need something cold for your throat.”
“Three encores.”
Doc whistled. “Wow. I shouldn’t be surprised by this point, really, but still. . . .” He smiled. “Well, it must be nice to be living the dream.”
Marty smiled back. “Nicer now that you guys are here. I missed you. Hopefully this tour will end soon and we can get back to normality.”
“. . . I own a flying, time traveling steam train.”
“As close to normal as we get.”
“Hey, guys, Carl’s got an idea on where we can eat. . . .”
This one kinda got away from me -- I didn't expect to go this long. For a minute, I was worried I wouldn't make the deadline. Luckily, I pulled through.
-VD2: *applause*-
Heh. Like I mentioned yesterday, I wanted to do a "Marty's Band" fic for "twelve drummers drumming" -- this one's a generic trilogy-ish future where Marty and the Pinheads made it big and are currently on-tour. I figured it would be neat to do a fic in the future for a change.
-D: I'm surprised it isn't Marty and the Beakers.-
*shrug* I decided to stick to the original name for this one. NonTrilogy can wait for a bit. As you might guess, a couple of the names are fandom references. Lily does come from Harry Potter, while Farrago comes from JACK -- it's the name of one of the angels.
-M: *looks a little surprised* J.J.'s gay? I didn't know that.-
At your stage of the game, neither does he. He doesn't really find out/come to grips with it for a few years yet. I dunno why I picture him as gay, it just seemed right. *shrug*
-M2: Whatever. He's a good keyboardist.-
*nodnod* So yeah, the last Christmas Meme fic. Hope you enjoyed the series of weirdness and randomness.
And now, I have to wrap my mother's last gift. Night all, see you on Christmas!
