Mistletoe
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be.
Note: I originally wrote this for another list in another AU, but
I thought you guys might like to see it too, so I adapted it a little.
JD was lying on the floor filling in his Christmas coloring book. JD enjoyed coloring, although he had a unique eye for color choice - so much so that Buck had taken him to the doctor to have him checked for color blindness. He had aced the Ishihara tests, so they just put his color selection down to a vivid imagination.
While JD colored, Vin was watching re-runs of "Rawhide" on TV. Despite the fact that it was about cowboys, JD dismissed it as boring, just because it was in black and white. Vin had no such prejudices and was a true fan. He turned away during the commercial break; the last ad was for an animal cruelty charity. Vin found this particular commercial, featuring an abused horse, distressing, so even though he wasn't watching it, he hit the mute button. In the sudden silence he caught the tail end of a conversation between Buck and his father.
"JD?" he asked after moment or two.
"Yeah?"
"What's a Toe Missile?"
JD looked up from his purple and green reindeer. "D'know. Why?"
"Buck found one. He wants to take one in to work tomorrow."
JD sat up and turned around. "Really? A missile? Cool!"
With that he joined Vin on the sofa, from where they could see into the kitchen. "Maybe it's a missile to shoot people's toes with?" JD suggested.
"No away, missiles are too big, you don't need one to blow a toe off. It'd take your whole leg off," Vin stated confidently.
"What if it's just a little one?" JD suggested.
"Nope, still too big."
JD though for a moment. "Well maybe it's a missile you fire with your toe, like if you're in a tank and you're driving with one hand and you're shooting the big gun on the top with the other hand and you need to shoot a missile, you could use your toe."
"Yeah," Vin agreed. "Why'd you think Buck wants one at work?"
JD shrugged. "To shoot bad guys?" A thought struck him. "Do you think I could take it to school for 'show and tell'?"
"JD, we're not allowed to touch guns, not ever, there is no way they are gonna let you take a missile to school."
"I guess."
The two boys looked back into the kitchen to see Buck, grinning like a loon, pull a green branch with white berries on it, out from behind his back. Chris regarded this object with a look of pained suspicion.
"What's that?" JD asked.
"Don't know."The End