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Uncharted: Haul Out the Holly
Title: Haul Out the Holly
What: Uncharted fanfiction - short story
Words: ~540
Rating: PG13 (sexual reference)
Summary: Christmas preparations with Chloe and Charlie.
Notes: Inspired by![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
stanwrites's Christmas themed "send me a ship and I'll tell you" questions.
"Jesus Christ, that's terrible. I am not wearing that."
Charlie flourishes the sweater, knitted in green with indescribably awful holiday imagery, at her. "But the green'll look lovely with your eyes."
She rolls her eyes, but doesn't step any closer. "I really thought those were just a weird American thing that happens in the movies and not in real life."
"American," Charlie repeats in scathing disbelief. "Your English mother failed you."
"My English mother is Indian," Chloe points out, "and didn't absorb everything English."
"I need to ring her up and tell her how disappointed I am."
"I'm not complaining: I like the film," says Chloe, stirring the cocoa powder into the milk. "But I'm a bit confused about what James Bond has to do with Christmas."
"It's like I don't even know you," says Charlie.
"The message is the complete opposite of peace and goodwill, or even family or something," she complains. "Last I checked, running around the world shooting men and shagging babes isn't a traditional holiday activity. It's work."
"It's this or Narnia." Charlie takes a piece of the dark chocolate Chloe's waiting to melt into the cocoa, earning an actual slap on the wrist for his troubles. "Or that weird American one on Channel 5."
"At least Narnia has Father Christmas in it. That's a little more relevant," she says, and as Charlie reaches for the remote, she hurriedly adds, "Bond's fine!"
With knife in hand and fruit on the chopping board, Chloe watches warily as Charlie reaches for his guitar. He's been getting into carols lately, and she can only stand them for so long at a time.
"Last Christmas," he starts.
"If you're angling for a duet, it's not going to happen," she says.
"I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away."
"Well, I'm not about to shove you off into some other woman's arms if that's what you mean," she says.
Charlie laughs over part of the next line. "I'll give it to someone special."
Chloe throws an orange at his face. He dodges, and it hits his shoulder.
A year later, Chloe announces, "I'm going home for Christmas. You can come with me if you want."
Charlie blinks, because up until she'd invited him along (in her own way), he'd thought here was home. It's a bad habit, forgetting that Chloe has more than one place she calls home, and he really needs to break that in the New Year.
"Do you really want me along?" he asks, because it was a little unclear.
Chloe shrugs, but the way she's looking at him, he has a feeling she wants him there more than she's letting on. "I know you've got that thing with your family and the stupid sweaters."
"We can wear the sweaters again next year," he says. "We'll alternate. Christmas with mine one year, with yours the next."
She shakes her head, but she's smiling. "Let's not talk about next year just yet."
"Let's just book our flights," he says, and as she picks up her phone and settles in next to him instead of making an excuse and running out the door, he counts himself lucky.
What: Uncharted fanfiction - short story
Words: ~540
Rating: PG13 (sexual reference)
Summary: Christmas preparations with Chloe and Charlie.
Notes: Inspired by
who wears the ugly christmas sweaters
"Jesus Christ, that's terrible. I am not wearing that."
Charlie flourishes the sweater, knitted in green with indescribably awful holiday imagery, at her. "But the green'll look lovely with your eyes."
She rolls her eyes, but doesn't step any closer. "I really thought those were just a weird American thing that happens in the movies and not in real life."
"American," Charlie repeats in scathing disbelief. "Your English mother failed you."
"My English mother is Indian," Chloe points out, "and didn't absorb everything English."
"I need to ring her up and tell her how disappointed I am."
who picks out the holiday movies and who makes the hot cocoa
"I'm not complaining: I like the film," says Chloe, stirring the cocoa powder into the milk. "But I'm a bit confused about what James Bond has to do with Christmas."
"It's like I don't even know you," says Charlie.
"The message is the complete opposite of peace and goodwill, or even family or something," she complains. "Last I checked, running around the world shooting men and shagging babes isn't a traditional holiday activity. It's work."
"It's this or Narnia." Charlie takes a piece of the dark chocolate Chloe's waiting to melt into the cocoa, earning an actual slap on the wrist for his troubles. "Or that weird American one on Channel 5."
"At least Narnia has Father Christmas in it. That's a little more relevant," she says, and as Charlie reaches for the remote, she hurriedly adds, "Bond's fine!"
who invites the other to sing a christmas duet
With knife in hand and fruit on the chopping board, Chloe watches warily as Charlie reaches for his guitar. He's been getting into carols lately, and she can only stand them for so long at a time.
"Last Christmas," he starts.
"If you're angling for a duet, it's not going to happen," she says.
"I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away."
"Well, I'm not about to shove you off into some other woman's arms if that's what you mean," she says.
Charlie laughs over part of the next line. "I'll give it to someone special."
Chloe throws an orange at his face. He dodges, and it hits his shoulder.
if they have any holiday traditions
A year later, Chloe announces, "I'm going home for Christmas. You can come with me if you want."
Charlie blinks, because up until she'd invited him along (in her own way), he'd thought here was home. It's a bad habit, forgetting that Chloe has more than one place she calls home, and he really needs to break that in the New Year.
"Do you really want me along?" he asks, because it was a little unclear.
Chloe shrugs, but the way she's looking at him, he has a feeling she wants him there more than she's letting on. "I know you've got that thing with your family and the stupid sweaters."
"We can wear the sweaters again next year," he says. "We'll alternate. Christmas with mine one year, with yours the next."
She shakes her head, but she's smiling. "Let's not talk about next year just yet."
"Let's just book our flights," he says, and as she picks up her phone and settles in next to him instead of making an excuse and running out the door, he counts himself lucky.