Subject: A Christmas Story: Between Two Dreamers 1/1 Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2003 10:50:22 -0800 From: Kristen Fife To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Between Two Dreamers -Kristen Fife, 12/23/2003 Tracy pulled up in front of the old church. A warm glow lit the windows, letting her know that Vachon was inside. She turned off the engine and opened the door to the cold December air. She locked the door and closed it, then walked around to the back of the car, opening the trunk. Inside was a fairly large flat box, festively wrapped in red foil with a big gold bow. She picked it up, slammed the trunk shut, and then continued up the walkway to the side entrance of the church. She had to wrestle with the large box for a minute to be able to get a good grip on the door. Finally, she opened it and awkwardly got in the door, the package following as the door pressed shut behind her. "Vachon? Are you here? It's Tracy." She called out into the cool interior of the church. "Yeah Trace, I'm here. Come on in." Vachon's voice echoed back to her. She rearranged the box and muttered under her breath as she climbed the short flight of steps up into the sanctuary section of the church. She looked up and saw Vachon reading over near the front of the de-sanctified church. She secretly held the opinion that Vachon lived in a church for the sheer perversity of it. As she entered, the dark-haired vampire noticed she had her hands full and immediately got up to help her. "I'm sorry, why didn't you say you needed help?" He asked as he took the box from her. "No biggie. Merry Christmas." She grinned at him as his face took on a blank look. "Vachon, it's Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas." Suddenly his face split into a huge grin. He walked over to the living area he had set up for himself. As Tracy walked up, she noticed a very small, rather pathetic evergreen in the corner. She smiled. "This is *almost* worthy of a Charlie Brown comment." Vachon got a hurt look on his face. "Hey, I'm a VAMPIRE. We don't normally even think about religious holidays. They're sort of antithetic to everything we represent. Besides, the tree was a gift from Urs." He dropped his eyes, knowing that the two main women in his life weren't sure how to deal with each other. Tracy didn't say anything but noticed that there were a couple of small wrapped packages under the tree. She went to sit down in one of the dilapidated chairs that dotted the space, waiting for Vachon to say or do something. Finally, he sat on the floor, carefully laying the large box down in front of him. After a few minutes of looking at each other, he jumped up, went over to the tree and pulled out one of the packages and carried it over to her and handed it to her. "Merry Christmas, Tracy. I didn't forget." His warm dark eyes were lit up with his smile. Tracy blushed and dimpled at him. "Thanks Vachon." He went back to his seat, and Tracy told him, "You open yours first." He grinned at her. He pulled off the wrapping paper and saw the box inside, and stopped when he saw the Harley Davidson logo on the box. He looked up at her, his eyes wide. She grinned in delight. He reverently opened the box and his jaw dropped at the black leather jacket inside. "Tracy, this is amazing. You shouldn't have done this." He pulled the jacket out and stood up to try it on. It was a perfect fit. He turned to look at her, then walked over and leaned down to kiss her. "This is the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten. Thank you. Now, open yours." He sat down at her feet. She pulled the blue wrapping paper off and saw that it was a CD. She didn't recognize the jewel case. There was a lone guitar on the front and the title “Suenas de la Noche” in blazing red letters across the front. She turned it over to read the list of songs on the back, and they were all in Spanish. Finally she looked up at Vachon with a question in her eyes. “It’s a CD I recorded and produced. I wrote and play all the songs on it. Look at the title for number 6,” Vachon quietly suggested. As Tracy read it again, she saw the word “Solana”. Her brow wrinkled, and she looked back up at Vachon. “It means ‘sunshine’; I wrote it for you.” He had a small smile on his face, and a tear formed in Tracy’s eye. “Oh Vachon. Can I play it? No one has ever written a song for me before!” She got up and hugged him. They put the CD on then Tracy snuggled up to Vachon as the strains of Spanish guitar filled the gently lit room and they settled in to enjoy the Christmas eve filled with joy and music. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and good tidings and warmest holiday wishes to all. -Kristen * Suenas de la Noche = Dreams of the Night in Spanish, according to my friend Laura Garcia ============================================== A short Christmas story. Standard disclaimers, Tracy, Vachon and Urs don't belong to me, they are the property of Sony Tristar. Permission to archive for the FTP Site, FanFic site, and if any of you Vaqueros out there want it, just send me an email. Happy Holidays to my fellow FK ficsters! Kristen, fenix23fyre@yahoo.com __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree