crossover_chick | 12 Days of Christmas: Day Seven

Spent a good portion of my day either watching stuff on YouTube (Let's Play of Portal 2) or working on my Sci-Fi final (have my basic thesis, just gotta plump it up with quotes and refine it), but I found time for a very interesting Christmas fic:

“Oh, hey, look. Mistletoe.”
Jennifer looked up. Sure enough, there was a sprig of the stuff attached to the doorway. She looked back down at Marty and shrugged a shoulder. “So?”
Marty frowned. “Well. . .you know the tradition, I’m sure. . . .”
Jennifer smirked at him, idly twirling a strand of multicolored hair around one finger. “Tradition, schmadition, McFly. It’s just a plant.”
The stricken look on the little geek’s face was hilarious – and, if she was honest with herself, just a little adorable. “But – but – if you’re under the mistletoe, you have to kiss!” he protested, pointing at it as if that would help his argument. “It’s practically a rule!”
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Yeah. And since when do you know me to follow the rules, McFly?”
“You came to the party. . . .”
“Only because my dad dragged me here. Said I couldn’t afford any more demerits.” Jennifer personally didn’t think she had enough, but she didn’t want to argue with her dad so close to Christmas.
“You still came. And even you can’t deny how exciting it’ll be to maybe catch a glimpse of the man himself!” Marty grinned widely. “He just might be in attendance this year!”
“Yeah, and do you really think he’ll have any time for you?” Jennifer shot back. “Hell, a real Christmas miracle would be him finally answering one of your dumb letters.”
Jennifer had thought she was beyond guilt when it came to taunting that rules lawyer McFly, but the way his face just crumbled after she said that. . .damn, it made her stomach knot. She sighed deeply and grabbed his stupid-looking polo shirt. “Oh here – call it an apology,” she said, and pressed her lips to his.
He stood frozen for a moment, then reciprocated. Jennifer had to admit, he wasn’t that bad a kisser. She released him and stepped back. “Don’t go thinking that’ll be a regular thing,” she told him, sauntering away as he gaped after her. Ugh – can’t believe I just smooched McFly.
But she couldn’t help taking one look back. He really was kind of cute.
And she had the oddest feeling he’d look awesome with a guitar in his hands.

-M: . . The HELL??-
XD Yup, Games-Verse BTTF, set in Doc Dystopia! This was going to be another Victor/Alice fic, but this idea came up and slapped me upside the head. I've always wondered how Jennifer interacted with the Marty actually from 1986-A (or E -- for Edna?).
-J2: Sheesh, she's really an asshole.-
I know, but she thinks that Marty is part of the system keeping Hill Valley down -- which, to be fair, he kind of is. The way that Marty was described, he seemed like the ideal Doc Dystopian citizen.
-M2: *shudder* Don't remind me. So, I'm guessing this is the Christmas before they started dating?-
Yeah -- mandatory Holiday Cheer party, or something like that. Jennifer and Marty ended up under mistletoe, and this happened. I get the feeling I borrowed a little from Hiccup and Astrid (from How To Train Your Dragon) here, especially concerning the kiss, but I kind of like that dynamic for them. At any rate, this is the event that sparks off Marty trying to get Jennifer to date him. And he succeeds, temporarily -- no idea how, of course, but he does.
-VuM: You know, cool as the Game-Marty claimed that Jennifer was, I'm perfectly happy with the one I've got.-
-AJ: Aww, thanks.-
-Vum: *teasingly* Not to say you wouldn't look good with the multicolored hair.-
-AJ: *playfully sticks out tongue at*-
*giggle* So yeah, alt-Jennifer/Marty for all, I suppose. Even if it isn't very romantic.

In other news, Forgotten Vows and his Alice are having an argument about Santa's dietary habits (apparently, in Alice's house, there was only one bite taken out of the cookies, rather than the entire thing being eaten). It is hilarious. XD
-TTV: . . . I'm not even going to comment.-