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foreverfallingforthestars · 3 years

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I think my dad is Santa Claus

🎄Day 6 of 12 Days of PJO Christmas🎄

At first, when the screaming started when Annabeth was sitting in the Athena cabin doing some reading, she didn’t know what was happening. Her first instinct was to think that a monster had somehow broken through the barrier and was attacking the camp.

However, when she ran out of the cabin holding her sword, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight.

It wasn’t a monster attacking camp.

It was Poseidon dressed as Santa.

PSA: These drabbles are canon-compliant till HoO and just acknowledge the existence of Estelle. Also technology use is a thing.

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At first, when the screaming started while Annabeth was sitting in the Athena cabin doing some reading, she didn’t know what was happening. She was alone in her cabin, and her first instinct was to think that a monster had somehow broken through the barrier and was attacking the camp.

She dropped everything, grabbed her sword and ran out, expecting a battle to be going on, but when she ran out of the cabin, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight.

It wasn’t a monster attacking camp.

It was Poseidon dressed as Santa.

“What the—” she muttered, staring at Poseidon handing out wrapped gifts to the younger campers near the center of the camp. He was wearing the bright red Santa hat with the white beard, covering his own black one, with a red overcoat and white pants. In his hands was a big red bag filled to the brim, and he kept taking boxes out and handing them out to the cheering kids. Annabeth blinked in confusion, wondering if she had accidentally been given something by one of the Stolls — who had also come to visit that winter — that was causing her to hallucinate, but after a quick pinch to her arm, she deduced that she was, in fact, not hallucinating.

She immediately glanced around for Percy, knowing that he must have a hand in bringing Poseidon to camp, and sure enough, she found him talking to a group of young campers near the Big House with a look of apprehension on his face. As she quickly jogged over, she kept noticing that he was constantly stealing glances towards Poseidon — god, she couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that the King of the Seas was wearing a goddamn Santa hat and beard — and looked just absolutely stressed. His messy hair was even more messy and looked almost like a bird’s nest; Annabeth could imagine that he had already run his hands through it several times.

Percy caught sight of her when she was within a few feet of him, and he broke away to grab her arm and drag them away from the horde of kids that were surrounding Poseidon. He took her towards the weapon shed, and once they stopped, he turned to look at her with wide eyes.

“Annabeth. Help.”

“What did you do?” she hissed, flinching when a bunch of kids ran past them, screaming about presents.

“I didn’t do anything!” She leveled him with such a flat look that he winced and retracted his statement.

“Okay, technically I did do something, but I didn’t mean to! It was an accident,” he pleaded, taking a hold of her hands.

“Percy, I have way too much work that I should be doing right now to be dealing with this,” she threatened.

“I may have, uh, accidentally wished for dad to bring a few presents down.”

She raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. “Accidentally?”

“Okay, see, one of the younger Ares kids was complaining about how he realized Santa didn’t exist, and he was so upset. It made me think of Estelle, and so I said that it was okay that Santa didn’t exist because his parents would get him gifts, anyways. But then, he started crying about how Ares had never once given him a gift, so instead I ended up showing him that maybe if he asked for a gift during offering, Ares might agree. Then I ended up asking dad for a gift and maybe also have him bring down extras to give to a few to the younger campers as well. How was I supposed to know that he was going to become Santa?!” he cried, hands pulling at his hair. “What am I going to do, Annabeth?”

Annabeth was stunned at his word vomit, her brain slowly catching up as she understood exactly what happened. Biting her lip, she resisted the urge to start laughing and took a deep breath to calm herself. Percy must’ve misunderstood her actions because he started apologizing profusely, but that triggered her, and Annabeth lost her control and ended up laughing.

“Oh my god,” she laughed, a hand coming to rest on her stomach as she bent over slightly, “that’s so funny. Percy, I’m not mad. Just slightly annoyed, but gods. Just look at Poseidon! You have to admit, it’s kind of worth it to see him like that.”

“That’s my dad!” he moaned. His wish to want to jump off a cliff was written all over his face, and she grinned at the reminder of the Christmas dinner from last year when Athena and Poseidon showed up at their family dinner. She felt a tiny bit bad for the poor guy who was going to be reminded of the fact that his godly parent had dressed up as Santa for the next year (at least), but it was also just so utterly ridiculous that she couldn’t help but laugh more.

“Alright, Santa spawn, let’s go deal with the mess,” Annabeth laughed, grabbing Percy’s hand and leading him down to where the presents were being given out. It took them a while to get even through the campers that were crowding around Poseidon, and Annabeth wondered why it was taking them so long because it seemed like the campers who had already gotten a present were going back for more.

It wasn’t long before Annabeth and Percy pushed through to the center of the crowd to realize that the reason the crowd had grown exponentially was because Apollo and Mr. D had also joined in the gift giving. Thankfully, they hadn’t fully dressed up as Santa but they were wearing Santa hats.

Mr. D was helping Poseidon pass out gifts as Chiron tried to control the kids from jumping all over the gods (and stop Mr. D from giving out wine) while Apollo stood a few feet away singing All I want for Christmas is you by Mariah Carey.

Suddenly the crowd had become chaotic, and it wasn’t long till a lot of the older campers had finally come out to see what was happening and join in the crowd. Apollo’s rendition of Mariah Carey brought about a round of caroling where the campers began to join in, and all Annabeth could do was stand and stare until Percy dragged her out of the stampeding group of demi-gods.

“I can’t believe one dumb wish led to this,” Percy muttered, leaning against one of the cabin walls. “We can’t even get through to them to stop them. Hell, Chiron’s stuck too.”

Annabeth snorted. “I can’t believe Mr. D went along with it. We all knew it was a matter of time until Apollo showed up.”

All I want for Christmas is you was already stuck in her head.

“I think he just lives to bother me at this point.”

“You are his favorite Peter Johnson, ”she teased, poking him in the ribs repeatedly. “I guess he wants to give you the special treatment.”

Percy glared at her and swatted her arm away. “I was talking about dad.”

“You're his favorite son,” she replied.

“Annabeth.”

“Oh come on, Perce,” Annabeth laughed. “You have to admit that this is actually really nice of them. A lot of the kids aren’t going home for Christmas this year, and it’s hilarious.” She walked closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Hey, at least my mom’s not glaring at you this year.”

“Don’t even say that,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist as well. “I feel like she’s going to magically jump out of the statue, and then it’s going to be a repeat of last year.”

“You would think that being nineteen and spending the majority of our lives in this world would make us immune to most of the stuff we’ve seen, but this is just…” Annabeth trailed off, not knowing how to explain the bizarre sight that involved a Christmas concert given by Apollo.

‘’Do they not have better things to do with their time than whatever the hell this is?”

“Clearly not.”

They stood in silence for a bit, just wrapped up in each other’s arms, as they watched the crowd slowly begin to start dispersing as Poseidon’s huge bag was running out of gifts. Chiron had also managed to drag Mr. D away, and Percy took that as a chance to walk up to his father.

Percy didn’t bother with formalities as he just spoke up, “Dad, seriously?”

Annabeth bit her lip as she tried not to laugh as she took a closer look at the Santa Claus costume.

“What? I granted your Christmas wish last year as well, despite the fact that you were joking, no?”

Percy gaped, and Annabeth lost it (again) and let out a loud laugh.

“Oh my god,” she breathed.

Percy groaned as he face-palmed.

“I hate myself. I’m never asking for anything ever again.”

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marril96 · 5 years

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The Distance Between Us

Chapter 15: In Sickness and in Health

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena is a bit under the weather.

Editor: @wonderifshelikesroses

"Whatever you did to the wicked bitch, it worked," Crowley said, tone rich with approval. Proud to the bone. "Keep doing it."

No good morning.

No hello.

Not even a sarcastic remark.

If you didn't love him, you would have shoved him.

"Good morning to you, too," you said, earning you a smug smirk. Jackass. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Sam threw his signature bitchface at Crowley and rolled his eyes. Dean seemed amused, and Castiel looked out of place as usual. As if he'd suddenly found himself surrounded by strangers and was too awkward to get away. Classic him. Meg, clutching his arm to keep warm, was smirking, intrigued by whatever drama (and it most certainly was drama. With Crowley's uninhibited approach, it could hardly be anything else) was happening.

Well, shit.

What had you walked into now?

"Rowena's sick," Sam said.

"Oh." You forced your face to remain neutral. Shoved down the concern that nibbled at you like an army of fire ants crawling over your insides. "I can't take the credit, but I'm sure she'll be fine."

She was Rowena MacLeod.

She survived.

"She picked up some nasty ailment while on your little trip to the cinema ," Crowley said with disturbing joy. "My sincerest gratitude. Granted, it's annoying to listen to her whine at home, but at least I don't have to look at her at school. And she got knocked down a peg. That's always a pleasure."

"I'm so glad I could help," you said dryly.

It wasn't like you intended for her to get sick.

If anything, the purpose of going to the movies was to have fun. To show her there was more to movies than black and white classics.

Wait…

How did Crowley know where you went? Had someone from school seen you and spread the rumor? Or had Rowena told him in a rare moment of sibling bonding?

"You went to the movies with her?" Dean said in the tone that hoped the answer would be negative.

You weren't at all sorry to disappoint. "I did."

"Seriously?"

"Uh-huh."

What did he want you to say? That it wasn't true? That he'd dreamed it?

You were with Rowena Saturday evening. Watching a horror movie. Holding hands.

Your heart swelled up with warmth at the memory. Your hand still tingled where hers held it. Where her tiny fingers squeezed with impeccable strength.

"So, what, she's your friend now?" Dean said, accusation clear in his tone.

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, anger flaring through you like lava in your blood. Why did he care? Why did any of them care? Who you hung out with was none of his business.

"Why do you care?" you snapped.

"Because she's Rowena?" he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You know, bitch, bully, dating the guy who grabbed your ass."

"I'm well aware of who she is, thank you very much," you retorted. "That still doesn't make it any of your business."

"I'm just trying to look out for you."

Noble, but no less annoying.

It was Rowena.

Yes, she hung out with bad people. And yes, she dated a douchebag. But you could handle her. Regardless of the people she was surrounded with, she was harmless.

"I can look out for myself."

Dean sighed. "Look, I'm just saying she's not the best company."

"I can make that decision for myself," you said. "Besides, we aren't even friends. We just hang out sometimes. She's my tutor."

He cocked up an eyebrow. "She tutoring you at the movies?"

"For the last time, none of your business."

He raised his hands up in a placating motion. "Whatever, dude. Just be careful."

You smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. Condescendingly. "I'm always careful."

"She got you good," Crowley commented.

"It's none of your business, either," you told him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Duly noted," you said sardonically.

"I, for one, am glad you guys are hanging out," Sam said warmly.

"Of course you are," Dean commented.

You ignored him, flashing his brother (who was giving him his signature bitchface) a smile. "Thank you. It's nice to take a break from studying from time to time."

"Right," Sam said, nodding, a conspicuous smile on his mouth. "From studying."

Was that disbelief in his tone? A touch of teasing?

No way.

You and Rowena were just friends.

Not even that.

Whatever Sam was implying (or you thought he was implying) would never come to be.

*****

Ms. Hanscum was going on and on about today's lesson, reminding you with each word why Math was your least favorite subject.

You yawned, exhausted, longing for the warmth of your bed. God, you hated Mondays.

You especially hated Math on Mondays.

As if it wasn't enough that you'd gone to bed late and slept badly and that your friends had all but spat on your budding friendship with a mean girl, you had to listen to numbers and formulas that you didn't understand and Rowena wasn't there to flash you that smile that wasn't as smug as it'd initially looked and give you a look that promised that later on, once she was done with you, you would understand everything. Or at least enough for a D.

You missed her.

You hated yourself for it, but, god, you missed having her in this class.

It was silly; you were well aware of that. It was just one day — one class — without her. She would be back in no time.

You'd spent so much time wishing she would go away and now that it finally came true, you were miserable.

Life was full of irony.

Ten minutes before the end of class, Ms. Hanscum started rambling about the midterm. As if a wave of ice-cold water had suddenly washed over you, you froze, chills making their way down your spine as you watched the white chalk as it scrawled over the board.

There it was — the date of the midterm.

Two weeks from now.

Two measly, lowly weeks.

Shit, shit, shit.

There was no way you could prepare for that. No way you could learn all the lessons, even with Rowena's help.

You were screwed.

When the bell rung, you quickly gathered your things and rushed out. You needed to be away from this class. Away from numbers and dates and midterms. Away from Ms. Hanscum.

Unfortunately, she had other plans.

"Y/N?" she said in her sweet, friendly voice you found yourself resenting. How dare she be so nice after announcing such a difficult exam? "Could you stay a little bit, please?"

You stopped in your tracks. Sighed. Willed yourself to push the turmoil down. "Of course, Ms. Hanscum."

It wasn't like you could say no.

She waited for the last student to leave before saying, "As I'm sure you noticed, your new friend is sick today."

"She's not my friend," you said, more out of habit than actual denial. She was your friend. Or was on her way to becoming it.

"Right," Ms. Hanscum said, not really buying it. Or not caring about the correct terminology. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to take her homework over to her? With the midterm coming, I don't want her to miss anything."

"I, uh, sure," you instantly said. No thinking it through. Instinct taking over.

You wanted to see Rowena. Wanted to see how she was doing. Bringing her homework over would be the perfect excuse.

As an added bonus, maybe she would infect you and you could miss the midterm.

Win-win on both ends.

"Wonderful!" Ms. Hanscum beamed. She handed you two folded up sheets of paper, smile never leaving her mouth. How could she always be so cheery? While teaching Math, no less. Maybe she was an alien. "Tell her I hope she gets better soon!"

"I will," you said with a nod.

You would be wishing the same thing.

*****

The last person you expected to greet you at the door of the MacLeods' house was a surprisingly well groomed old man with snow-white hair and an impressive beard.

He looked like Santa Claus who'd lost a couple pounds and replaced his red suit with a black tuxedo.

You eyed him, surprised. Crowley hadn't mentioned having any visitors this morning at school.

But then, he was Crowley. He spent more time at bars than at home.

"Hello, young lady," the man said politely. It was the kind of politeness that was learned, perfected over years. Professional. Somehow, it put you at ease.

"Um, hi. I'm here to see Rowena."

You clutched your bag to you in emphasis. And also because it was cold. Layers of clothes and boots weren't a huge help in this weather.

Winter sucked.

"Of course! Come on in."

He opened the door and stepped aside to let you in, then closed it gently but firmly behind you.

"I must warn you, young miss is sick," he said. "Seems to be the flu. This year's got it bad."

Ouch.

Lucky for you, you got your shot on time.

"I heard," you said sympathetically. "I won't be long. I'm just here to give her today's Math homework."

"That's very kind of you," the man said. "Are you the one she tutors? Her mother mentioned a girl who often comes around for lessons."

"That'd be me."

You smiled awkwardly and started following after him as he led you up to Rowena's room.

"How rude of me. I haven't introduced myself." He stuck out a hand, a kind smile on his mouth. "I'm Guthrie. The nanny."

Nice.

You'd never seen a nanny such as him.

You shook his hand. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

He gently knocked on Rowena's door.

"What?" came her instant response. Annoyed. Scornful. So Rowena.

You had to smile. It felt good to hear her voice.

"You have a visitor," Guthrie told her.

She sighed, purposely loudly. "Send her in."

He opened the door and motioned for you to do as told. Rowena was on her bed, sitting cross-legged, clad in cute red pajamas and woolen socks, and wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Her laptop was open in front of her, the screen bright as the light overhead. She was paler than usual. All color was gone from her face, leaving her skin ashen, white as bone. Her hair was messy, resembling a bird's nest.

It was strange to see her like this. Rid of her glamour. No makeup to hide her features. No shiny clothes to cling to her lithe body.

Just a girl like any other.

And she let you, of all people, in to see it.

It felt like a privilege. Like you'd just been granted a priceless gift.

"Hello, sick girl," you said teasingly.

She allowed a smile to graze her dry mouth. "You're on thin ice, lass."

You put your hands up defensively. "Hey, you're the one who let me in."

"I'm starting to regret it."

You chuckled. She followed suit.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Who else would be here at this ungodly hour?"

"It's three PM," you pointed out. Your designated studying time.

She smirked. "My point exactly."

"Do you need anything, Rowena?" Guthrie asked in the soft, gentle tone of a father concerned for his child's wellbeing.

"I'm fine," she said, exasperated.

He nodded. "I will leave you girls to it, then."

With a small bow, he closed the door behind him and stalked downstairs, his footsteps echoing in the hall.

You raised an eyebrow. "Grandpa nanny?"

"Mother calls him when Fergus and I aren't home to take care of Gavin," Rowena explained. She rolled her eyes. "And me, apparently. I told her I'm perfectly fine, but apparently being sick makes me unable to take care of my brother. Like I'm a bloody invalid."

"Maybe she's right," you said, shrugging.

She glared at you. "I'm fine."

"You're sick. And she's your mom. She worries."

"She's overbearing, is what she is."

Agree to disagree.

"Why are you doing here?" she asked. "You do know I have the flu, right?"

"You look it," you teased, nodding. She narrowed her eyes, annoyed. You laughed. "I'm here on business. Ms. Hanscum sent me to deliver your homework."

"Of course she did."

You handed her the papers. She looked them over, curious.

"I take it you won't have trouble with it," you said.

"Och, darling, you know I'm a genius."

Your heart fluttered at the pet name. "Yeah, you're Einstein."

She grinned. "Is that all?"

If only.

"There's gonna be a midterm before winter break."

The words tasted foul in your mouth. Bitter. Your stomach turned.

Rowena nodded. "What do you say we start preparing for it this Saturday? I suppose my ailment will pass by then."

"Sure." You turned to her, fear straining your face. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you asked, "You think there's enough time?"

She frowned, confused. "For what?"

"For me to, you know, get everything."

"Och, aye! Don't you worry, dear. By the time the midterm comes, you will be a Maths expert. Second only to me, of course."

You had to give a small chuckle. She knew how to lighten the mood. "You're so humble." She shrugged. Your face fell. "Really, though, I'm scared."

It took a lot of courage to say it, but once it was out of your system, you were relieved. It was out in the open now. No more just your burden to bear.

Rowena's expression softened, sympathy spilling over her face. "Don't worry," she said softly. Soothingly. "You will pass this exam."

It was easy for her to say. She was a genius. One of the best students in the school. Everything came easy to her.

She had no idea what it was like to turn over in bed all night for days on end as thoughts of failure chased your dreams away.

"What if I don't?"

"You will," Rowena said decisively. She reached for your hand and squeezed it. The touch was gentle, comforting. Her skin warm on yours, sending waves of excitement, elation, through you and putting you at ease all at once. "I promise."

A new hope blossomed within you.

If she said it, then so it would be.

*****

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tinysidestrashcaptain · 6 years

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Our dogs are losing their fur bc it's that time of year and this morning my dad combed one of them and put the excess hair into a hanging basket in the garden (it's made of metal wire so there's many openings) for the birds to use for their nests. And just two minutes ago I had the pleasure of seeing a great tit (?) trying to wrestle as much hair as it could from the basket. When it flew off it looked like it had a Santa Claus beard :D So yeah, enjoy that mental image for a bit if you wish.

Oh man, my parents used to have a Siberian husky, and this time of year my mom would go out on the porch and brush her and there would be enough white floof to make a new dog. They'd leave it out and every nest, and I mean EVERY SINGLE ONE, would be lined with white dog floof. It made them super easy to spot, and it always made me laugh! The idea of this greedy bird trying to snatch extra dog floof made me giggle! 😂 Thanks for the amazing mental image!

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inkognito97 · 6 years

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Star Wars Advent Calendar 2017

25) Presents

“Where in the Force’s name is Mace?” growled Qui-Gon.

“Where in the Force’s name has your ‘famous’ patience and serenity gone to?” countered Tahl. She was looking him up and down, searching for any mistakes in his attire. She found none. “I have to say, you can pull that look off.”

The long haired man, whose previously chestnut brown hair was now snow-white, shot her a dirty look. He looked ridiculous as Santa Clause and nobody could change his opinion. Red was not his color and he dreaded the day his hair would really turn white.

“Where is Mace?” he repeated his question.

“He is probably bringing Depa with him, you know she is ill. Give them some time.” In confusion did she watch, how her friend began to pace. “You could start without him, you know,” she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Actually no, I can’t,” he sighed and barely stopped himself with running his gloved hand through his beard. “He got Obi-Wan’s present,” he explained.

“Oh,” the honey skilled female awkwardly cleared her throat. “I see… I could make Yoda dress as a Christmas Elf to play out some time.”

“Please?” he let himself drop onto his mattress, having changed into the costume in his bedroom. Things were not going as planned, then again, they rarely did.

“I’ll go talk to him,” silently, Tahl slid out of the room and truly, a couple of minutes later, she returned with the Jedi Order’s Grandmaster in tow. He looked quite amused.

“Good you look,” he pointed towards Qui-Gon.

Despite his impatience, the long haired man had to chuckle, “Wiser, no doubt.”

Yoda hummed and quickly changed as well. In the end he looked more like a small goblin than a Christmas Elf, but children were easy to please. Besides, it was the thought that counted.

“Now, you two look absolutely lovely,” Tahl cooed and Qui-Gon wanted to retort something, when the door to his bedroom was violently opened, revealing a panting Mace.

“I am here, I am here. And I brought this,” the package he was holding, had holes and was moving. Tahl was not sure what to think of it.

“What took you so long?” he jumped from his position on the bed.

“I brought Depa with me,” Mace explained, confirming what Tahl had thought. “You look good, Master,” he added towards Yoda, who inclined his head.

Qui-Gon sighed and took the shivering box out of the Korun Master’s hands, carefully placing it on the ground. “Thank you, Mace.”

“Anytime,” he and Tahl vanished.

“Now, my loyal Christmas elf,” it was in moments like these, that Qui-Gon was thankful that his voice was already so deep, “would you mind, holding this?” he pointed towards the present on the ground.

Yoda was eyeing it curiously. “Plan to make a zoo out of the temple, are you?” he picked it up nevertheless.

“Something like that,” he shouldered Santa Clause’s red sack, which was heavier than it looked and nodded towards Yoda.

Qui-Gon was only a little bit surprised to see his living room so filled with people. Obi-Wan and Bant were not the only Padawans there, in fact, all their friends with their Masters, were present. His performance as Santa Clause, must have made the round. Midnight blue eyes locked with unimpressed gold-green striped ones and Tahl just smiled innocently. It certainly explained the weight of Santa Clause’s red sack.

“Ho ho ho, merry Christmas,” it was hard to say, who was more delighted by his appearance, the Padawans, or the adults. But Qui-Gon had more eyes for the ginger haired boy, who was sitting next to Bant, with Quinlan on the backrest behind him and with Garen halfway draped over his lap. He looked happy and highly amused.

Obi-Wan was the last to receive his present, not that he seemed to mind. He was just as excited with what his friends and Masters were getting. But when his turn finally came, he WAS a little nervous wreck. Qui-Gon thought it was cute.

“Well, who do we have here?” he said in his fake Santa voice. “Young Obi-Wan Kenobi. Your Master told me that you have indeed been a good boy,” in delight did he watch, how freckled cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “That’s why I’ve got a special present for you.”

This was Yoda’s cue, who had held onto the trembling present until now. Obi-Wan took it, slightly flinching as he noticed that his present was moving and seemed to be alive. His gaze turned from worried to pleased.

Qui-Gon, who had kneeled down to be more on eye-level with the children, was startled, when Obi-Wan moved forward, whispering, “Thank you, Master,” right into his ear, before pecking his cheek.

“Open it already, Kenobi,” that was Quinlan Vos.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, sent another shy smile towards his disguised Master, who was still surprised by the open affection in public, and went to his friends to reveal the small Kiros bird that peeked out of its box, as soon as the lit was opened.

Now Qui-Gon was hardly a friend of gifting animals, especially not during such festivities as Christmas, but he had saved the bird a couple of days ago and it needed someone to take care of it. The bird had never seen freedom, it was raised in a cage and would never be able to survive on its own and he knew for a fact that Obi-Wan would take good care of it.

In awe and with extreme care, did Obi-Wan reach into the box to pick up the small bird that had yet to reach its full height. The intelligent bird – they were capable of understanding speech – immediately felt that it was safe with the Padawan and it friendly nibbled on the end of the braid, causing the small bell there to jingle.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan greeted his newest friend. The smile he sent Qui-Gon’s way was answer enough.

“Great responsibility, this is,” commented Yoda quietly.

“Yes,” agreed Qui-Gon. “But I know he is ready.” There had been a time, once, when having an animal was part of the Jedi training. Young Padawans learned responsibility and depending on the animal, even death. It was usually the Master, who did the choosing of the creature, but sometimes the Force interfered.

“Ready, he is,” agreed Yoda, who was watching the children, who were standing around Obi-Wan wanting to see the animal, with a fond look. It became even fonder, when Obi-Wan allowed Bant to hold his pet.

Even though it had been beautiful and happy and all that, Qui-Gon was grateful that Christmas was finally over and that he could FINALLY get out of his costume again, it was beginning to itch.

His Padawan was tired too, but he had yet to change into his sleeping attire. Instead, he carried the small bird, who could not fly since its wing was still healing, towards his room. He had created a small space for the bird to rest. A few things were still missing, branches for him to land and climb on, a few toys, more than one feeding ground and so on and so forth. For now, the bird had one of Obi-Wan’s old pillows to sleep on, a good substitute for a warm nest, with a bowl of water and a bowl with grain feed.

Qui-Gon followed quietly and watched how his student refilled the water bowl, setting it on a towel in case the bird decided to take a bath and gently petted his pet’s head. The bird leaned into the touch.

“Good night Cralen,” he said.

“Cralen?” Qui-Gon had not meant to speak out loud. Obi-Wan had felt him anyway. “Does it mean anything?”

“No,” there was a smile on Obi-Wan’s features. “It just sounds pretty.”

“Of course,” Qui-Gon let out an amused huff and turned his gaze towards the carpet that needed to be cleaned again. He would have to request the cleaning droids. He could feel Obi-Wan’s eyes on him. “Just say it, Padawan.”

“You look old,” said the accented voice.

“You don’t like it? Tahl said it suited me,” mocked the older male, causing his student to grimace. The bird chirped joyfully.

“No… not really,” he had stepped closer to the long haired man and was delighted, when his teacher followed the unspoken question for a hug. “Thank you Master,” he said.

“Thank YOU, Obi-Wan.” The Padawan knew that his teacher meant much more than the self-made leather wristband his Padawan had gifted him. On the inside of the wristband, was even an engraved message that Qui-Gon had yet to decode and Obi-Wan would not tell him.

The numbers, “6 1 20 8 5 18” were engraved in the inside, but Obi-Wan had PROMISED that they meant something. Qui-Gon was hardly someone to shrink from a challenge, quite the opposite actually, but he would solve this puzzle another day.

“Sleep well,” he finally said to his yawning student and sent him off, fully intending to take a shower to get rid of the white dye in his hair, before he went to bed too. And tomorrow, he would clean up his apartment… and probably help Obi-Wan to redecorate his room. And who knew, he might even get to decode his message. But all that, had time until tomorrow…

I am curios if there is anyone out there, who can crack the code... ^^ Write it in the comments, if you have an idea.

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999: Alterna (1) - Part 2, Chapters 3-4

Table of Contents | Previous: Part 2, Chapters 1-2

Chapter 3

I stood next to the [C-Deck] plaque, facing the black door.

Immediately, I tried forcing the door open, but with my limited strength, it wouldn’t budge.

Mountain, or should I say, Seven, launched his body against the door, but the result was the same.

“This won’t work. Let’s search for another path,” Lion - Ace said.

Following his lead, we ventured down a path that led away from the central staircase. We reached the end of the hallway, but couldn’t find any potential escape routes.

We turned back and walked through the passageway, past the staircase. Two elevators greeted us to our right. For some reason, only the doors to the elevator on the left were painted yellow.

I pressed the call button with renewed hope, but nothing happened. The button didn’t even light up. The power system probably had shut down, after sensing an irregular emergency situation on board.

“There seems to be a keyhole here,” Prince - Snake said, feeling around the button. Under his fingertips, a cylinder lock was embedded into the button panel. “Perhaps this will restart the power to the elevator.”

“We don’t have that key though,” Seven puffed, stepping away from the elevator. “We gotta keep moving.”

Following after him, we continued down the long hallway, but couldn’t find any other path.

“We’ve reached yet another dead end,” Ace sighed.

“Was there anything on A-Deck?” I asked.

“The situation there is not much different,” Snake responded, while the other two men nodded in resignation. “Just one firmly shut door. However, A-Deck did lack an elevator.”

“I’ll go up and double check just to be sure,” I said, dashing away from the three of them.

It wasn’t that I doubted them, but I felt that I somehow wouldn’t be satisfied unless I confirmed it with my own eyes.

Sprinting up the stairs, I quickly reached A-Deck. Compared to the other floors, A-Deck was fairly limited in size. A single hallway extended to the left and right, but only for a couple of feet. One end was blocked by concrete, while the other led to a purple door. I tugged on the door’s handle, but it wouldn’t open.

For no reason, I looked up. Four fan-shaped iron plates covered the ceiling like a lid, sealing the room shut. Unless we could get access to explosives, it would be impossible to blow a hole and escape upwards.

A window rested in the wall on the staircase, but like the ceiling, it was covered by a thick iron plate. There was no chance of removing it with my bare hands.

Which means… I thought as I strolled down the staircase. We have no choice but to go through the numbered doors if we want to get off this ship.

When I reached B-Deck, the first thing that caught my eye was Akane’s frightened face.

If the only way to survive is to play this game, then I have no other choice.

In that moment, I made up my mind.

I have to win to save her.

Chapter 4

All nine of us gathered back on B-Deck.

“Let’s follow Zero’s commands and go through the numbered doors,” Snake suggested. Seven and I wholeheartedly nodded in response.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Dancer said. She stood in front of the doors, at the center of everyone’s attention. “I object. You’re a complete and utter fool to want to open this door.”

“Move outta the way, Lotus.” Seven took one step towards her.

While I was investigating A-Deck, the others had all figured out nicknames for themselves. Dancer’s bracelet number was [8]. Hence the name Lotus, a flower that has eight petals.[4]

“I refuse. If we participate in this game, we’d just be playing into the mastermind’s - Zero’s hands.”

“But if we don’t, we’ve got nowhere else to go.”

“I’m sure there’s another way.” Lotus turned to Pink Hair. “Clover, what do you think?”

The girl’s bracelet number was [4]. Clover was a fittingly cute nickname for her.

“I…”

A frightened expression appeared on her face as she gripped Snake’s hand.

“The two of us are of the same opinion,” Snake answered in her stead. Although he couldn’t see, he stood facing Lotus directly. Out of all of us here, he seemed to be the calmest and wisest. Following his suggestions likely would not lead us astray.

“Santa?” Lotus asked.

“…Me?”

Sitting in one corner of the hall, Silver had been quietly listening to our conversation.

His bracelet number was [3]. His nickname of Santa was probably derived from Santa Claus and “san,” the Japanese word for “three.” I didn’t think the name suited him at all.[5]

“Do what you want. Doesn’t matter to me,” Santa spat. His condescending attitude seemed to irk some of the others.

“Hmph. A sassy brat, huh.” Seven looked irritated. “If you don’t get off your high horse soon, you’ll regret it.”

Santa didn’t so much as react to the threat. At first glance, he seemed like a cold-hearted person, but if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive right now. Because of that, I didn’t share Seven’s contempt for him.

“Snake, Clover, Junpei, and me,” Seven counted out on his fingers. “That’s four of us who wanna go through the doors. One more would do it.”

“Wait just a minute, Seven. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Lotus raised her voice. “Ace, what do you think?”

Lotus walked over and shook Ace, who was lying against the wall with his eyes closed.

“I…” Stroking his grayish beard, Ace contemplated the options at hand. “I’m against it. I believe we should stay here.”

Lotus’s face lit up. “Finally, some sense around here! These youngsters are just trying to show off. None of them realize how stupid they’re being.”

Ace nodded. “We should wait until help arrives.”

“Old man, you can’t be like that!” Seven raged. “You think we’ve got time for that? In eight and a half hours, we’re gonna sink to the bottom of the ocean!”

“Stop it!”

A yell silenced the room. It was Akane.

Everyone turned towards her. She looked terrified. She held her head in her hands, and her whole body trembled.

“Please… stop it.”

“What’s wrong Kan- June?” I quickly stopped myself from saying her real name. Someone came up with June as her nickname. Her bracelet number was [6], and June, being the sixth month, sounded like a perfectly beautiful nickname for her.[6]

“I’m sorry… I just… remembered something terrible…”

Akane pressed against her chest, straining to catch her breath. Her fever had disappeared, but that didn’t mean her body was fully recovered. Was it really okay for her to move around with us like this? My resolve crumbled. As Ace suggested, maybe it was better to wait for help.

“June, what do you want to do?” I approached her and gently rubbed her back.

“I… I…” Her round eyes glimmered radiantly. “I’ll stay with Jumpy until the end. No matter what happens.”

“That settles it. Five for, two against, one indifferent. Is that everyone?” Seven glanced around the room.

“There’s one more person.” Surprisingly, it was Snake who answered.

I diverted my gaze back to the doors. Bird Nest stood there quietly. He hadn’t said anything for a while. He didn’t give off the impression that he wanted to say anything either.

His face was pale, and he had a hard time controlling his breath. Beads of oily sweat dripped down his forehead, and his legs trembled fiercely. I noticed it earlier when I first met him, but it seemed like it was impossible for him to fix his eyes on something. His eyes continuously and restlessly darted back and forth. He was clearly emotionally unstable. He had somehow managed to maintain his sanity, but it appeared to be on the verge of falling apart.

Lotus slowly walked towards him. She stopped next to him and tapped him on the back.

“How about you?” She asked.

However, the man didn’t respond. His pupils shuffled left and right, and his breathing gave way to panting.

“Hey, can you hear me?” Lotus prodded.

“…I hear you.” Words finally escaped his dry lips.

“That’s right, we haven’t thought of a nickname for you yet,” Lotus said. “What’s your bracelet number?”

“I-Isn’t it obvious? There are n-nine of us here. And the n-numbers from [1] to [8] have already been taken…”

The man stretched out his left arm. The bracelet around his wrist displayed a [9].

“So how about something like K-9?” Lotus suggested. “With your restless eyes, it seems fitting.”[7]

“…There’s no need for me to have a nickname.”

“Well now. Why is that?”

“B-Because, I’m not planning on staying with you all any longer.” Bird Nest spoke as he adjusted his glasses, which threatened to slip off his face.

Lotus scowled at him before responding. “Do you have something in mind?”

“I-I do.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Y-You want me to tell you?”

“Yes.”

“…Okay. I-I’ll show you then. Here’s what I’ve got planned!”

A light glimmered in the man’s eyes for a split second. A ghastly expression spread across his face as he rushed at Lotus.

“Kyaaa!”

Lotus’s scream echoed across the room.

There was no time to stop him.

Taking hold of Lotus’s body, the man coiled behind her like a snake.

“Lotus!” Akane shouted out from next to me.

“You son of a bitch! What do you think you’re doin’?!” Seven yelled, preparing to charge at Bird Nest.

“D-Don’t move!” In an unexpectedly swift motion, Bird Nest pulled out a knife and pressed it against Lotus’s neck. “D-Don’t get any closer! O-Or else I’ll slice open this woman’s throat!”

The expression in his eyes wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just an empty threat - he actually had the audacity to do it.

Seven stopped in his tracks and huffed in annoyance.

“Th-That’s right.”

His face twisted into a wry smile. With his right shoulder, he wiped away a bead of sweat that trickled down his face.

[4] “Move outta the way, Yashiro.” Seven took one step towards her. […] Dancer’s bracelet number was [8]. Hence the name Yashiro. (TN: In Japanese, Lotus’s nickname Yashiro is written as 八代, which contains 八, the Japanese character for “eight.”)

[5] His bracelet number was [3]. I didn’t know if his nickname of Santa came from the Japanese name Santa, or Santa Claus. Either way, I didn’t think the name suited him at all. (TN: Santa’s name in Japanese is rendered as サンタ. Junpei questions if the name is derived from 三太 [a Japanese given name read ‘Santa’] or サンタクロース [Santa Claus].)

[6] I didn’t know who came up with it, but her nickname was Murasaki. Her bracelet number was [6] and she was wearing purple clothes, so the reason was simple. (TN: Murasaki is Japanese for “purple.” Six in Japanese can also be read as “mu,” hence the name Mu-rasaki.)

[7] “So how about something like Q-taro?” Lotus suggested. “With your restless eyes, it seems fitting.” (TN: Q-taro is written in the text as Q太郎. Q in Japanese is read “kyuu,” the same as the word for nine. 太郎 (tarou) is a relatively common Japanese male name part.)

Next: Part 2, Chapters 5-6

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