Disclaimer:
I
don’t own Beast Wars but the song “Happy Christmas to All” belongs
entirely to me. I write a Christmas song every year and this one is last
year’s. So please don’t use it without permission.
In A Different World
Dedicated
to the creators and members of Beast Wars International with wishes for a
wonderful holiday season!
November
2005
By: Rainynight
The
cold wind blew snowflakes in their faces as they stepped out of the pub.
“Oh,
look, it’s snowing! It’s the first snow! Isn’t it wonderful? We’ll have
snow for the holidays!”
His
friend’s daughter let go of her parents’ hands and ran down the street
humming and dancing, white crystals swirling around her. He, his fiancée, his
friend and his friend’s wife laughed as they watched the small femme spin
around a street light. They slowly started after her, the two femmes holding on
to the males’ hands, heads resting on their shoulders. The snow was falling
around them silently, covering the small alleyway. From the main street nearby
came the sounds of many mechs and organics hurrying for home or perhaps buying
presents. It was mainly a human-inhabited planet and the other creatures that
lived here had gladly adopted most of the human holidays. Fun was fun and it was
something everyone needed. Who cared what exactly they were celebrating?
He
felt relaxed like he had never felt in his life. Like there was nothing to worry
about in this beautiful snowy evening.
“It’s
amazing, isn’t it?” his friend said quietly. “I never thought I’d have a
moment’s peace in my life ever again and look at us now. ”
And
there was a calm, contented smile on his face, an expression that had been
completely forgotten for a time.
He felt… He felt everything.
He felt the fresh night air and each soft snowflake melting on his metallic body. And he remembered a time when all he ever felt was pain. He saw the light from the street lamps turn the sparkling snow to silver and gold. And he remembered a time when all he could see was sterile white walls. He heard his friend’s deep pleasant laughter. And he remembered a time when all he could hear were screams, often his own. His lover pulled him into a soft kiss. And he remembered a time when all he could feel was hatred.
And he was incredibly thankful to Primus or whatever god had granted him everything he had now.
Happy
Christmas to my cruel villains!
May forgiveness bless all of your hearts.
May the pain, which has made you like this
Disappear as the old year departs.
May a new chance await you when the new year starts.
“In a night such as this, don’t you feel like you’re one with the whole world?” his friend’s wife whispered. “Like all things are connected and everything is important, everything’s there for a reason. Every second, every snowflake, every person, everything that happens… Everything is right with the world.”
They all nodded dreamily. It was true and they all felt it in their sparks. Everything was right with the world. Finally.
Happy
Christmas to the rich and the poor,
Happy Christmas to the great and the small,
Happy Christmas to the good and the bad!
I'm your world and I care for you all!
Happy Christmas to the rich and the poor,
Happy Christmas to the great and the small,
Happy Christmas to all of my children!
I'm your world and I care for you all!
“You know what?” his fiancée said suddenly. “I don’t see why only children should be allowed to play in the snow.”
“Hmm, I think you have a point.” His friend’s wife nodded with a mischievous smile and without warning both femmes pushed their respective bots in the snow and quickly ran out of reach, giggling. He and his friend got to their feet, exchanged a look and rushed after the ladies, scooping huge snowballs in their large hands on their way, that, of course, they ended up throwing at each other.
He could distinctly hear his friend’s daughter roar with laughter at the four adults rolling around happily like small puppies.
They all ended up on the ground eventually, he and his friend lying side by side, laughing so hard that they were gasping for breath and the femmes on top of them, demanding that they admit their defeat. It all resulted in both couples kissing passionately.
Happy
Christmas to my passionate lovers,
always quarreling Venus and Mars.
When your life brings you down to your knees
let your love take you back to the stars.
May it grow through the years healing all of the scars.
When they finally got into the apartment they were freezing and soaking wet, which did nothing to decrease the cheerful mood that seemed to fill the place as they walked in.
The living room was warm and cozy, lit only by Christmas lights and a few holiday candles in various shapes, selected and arranged especially by his friend’s daughter. The two bots sat there, getting warm, sipping their drinks and listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen next door.
“No, Mom! Let me do it!”
“Do you know how to do it?”
“I’ll find out when I try!”
“Let her do it, honey. They’ll eat anything she cooks!”
The bots in the living room grinned at that comment. It was completely true, too. She was one little person they would both do anything for.
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