To: @zerotimedilemmaofficial

From: @thefireinthewire

Happy holidays! I liked all of your prompts, so they ended up fusing into one large fic. Hope you like it!

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For Junpei the most amazing thing about being with Akane wasn’t waking up next to her, or being able to hold her for as long as he wanted. For Junpei the best thing about being with Akane was getting to know the tiny little habits that made her who she was. Every new thing he learned seemed to make her more real, not just the ghost of his childhood best friend, but a living breathing human.

If he was really being honest though, some of her habits were more concerning than endearing. It was always mildly amusing when she would disappear for fifteen minutes only to reappear with Starbucks in hand, but after she was done with her milk-and-syrup nightmare and onto her sixth cup of crappy office coffee of the day, Junpei had to pretend that he couldn’t see her hands shaking from the caffeine. He had brought it up once, one of those nights that had turned into morning without them noticing. She had brushed it off and laughed about needing the caffeine in order to get any work done on time. Junpei was not in a place to judge, having spent too much time passed out drunk in bathtubs, but on those days he held her extra close when they went to bed and tried to make sure that her eyes closed before his did.

Their apartment wasn’t very large- Aoi’s stocks brought in a lot of money, but trying to save the world wasn’t cheap. However, when they were searching for a place to live they had made sure to find an apartment with a second bedroom that they could turn into an office. It’s kind of ridiculous, considering the amount of time that they spend at the Crash Keys office, but both of them are workaholics, and it helps to have a place to do little things like pay bills and write cards. Or, it would help if either of them could actually find their desks under the piles of paper that were one stray breeze away from toppling. The clutter extended up to the walls, maps and graphs interspersed with sticky notes and photos. There is a snapshot of Gab in a little sweater that Carlos had sent them, and an old family photo of the Kurashiki’s, before everything had gone wrong. On Junpei’s desk, in a tiny patch clear of junk, is a framed picture of Akane from right before she had moved away. Sometimes he looks at it and wonders when exactly he had fallen for her; whether it had been so many years ago up on that hill, or that moment upon the stairs when they were reunited, or somewhere in between.

In sleep her face seems to regain some of the childish peace from that picture.  The lines around her eyes soften, and it’s easy to forget that she is carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. The scene is slightly ruined by the fact that she’s asleep at her desk, and by the papers stuck to her cheek, but he can ignore those things. It is early morning, and the weak light filters through the window, making her seem pale and ghostly. He hesitates for a second, reluctant to interrupt her sleep, then reaches out to lay a hand on her shoulder.

Akane jerks awake, looking around and slurring together a few nonsense syllables. It takes a few seconds for her to realize where she is and who it was that had woken her. Junpei can feel the muscles in her shoulder relax under his hand as she lets her guard down.

“It’s morning,” he says, his voice quiet. “You can get up and I can make breakfast, or you can go to bed and go back to sleep. I just don’t want you to keep sleeping here.”

“I’ll get up,” she mumbles, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes. “I was planning on finishing these reports last night, but I fell asleep earlier than I intended, so I guess I’ll finish them now.” She reaches to scoop up the papers that she had been sleeping on, but before she can, Junpei pulls her hand away.

“Nope,” he says, as she looks at him in confusion. “Today’s a holiday. No one else is working, so you shouldn’t be either. Reports can wait until tomorrow.”

“What holiday…” she begins, reaching for her phone. “Oh.” In front of her lock screen, pattered with cartoon bunnies, small white text announced that today’s date was December 25th.

“Merry Christmas, Akane.”

Her face falls. “Junpei, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot.”

“Kanny,” he brushes a hand through her hair. “It’s fine. You’ve been under a lot of stress lately. Besides, my family’s Buddhist. I’m not used to celebrating.” He cracks a smile and she sighs.

“Still,” she says, “I should at least remember what day it is. Oh, I should text Aoi. Christmas is his favorite holiday, you know.”

“I never would have guessed,” Junpei says dryly, and Akane laughs. “C’mon, let me cook breakfast and you can text your brother in the meantime.” She nods and they shuffle into the kitchen together, the morning light turning them to silver.

“We may be in a history that God has abandoned.”

Junpei looks up from his eggs to see Akane looking at her phone, her eyes wide.

“Akane, the last time you said that was when Starbucks ran out of pumpkin spice syrup.”

“I mean it this time.” She pushes her phone in his face “Look.”

Junpei blinks several times and tries to understand what he’s seeing. The picture is of Sigma, who has fake cat ears perched on top of his head, and who already looks fairly intoxicated. In the background he can see Diana sticking out her tongue, and Phi, who looks absolutely mortified. All three of them are wearing the same sweater, emblazoned with a cat and the phrase “Meow-ry Christmas.”

“They sure start partying early, huh?” He hands the phone back to Akane.

“I think that this picture was taken last night, but still. Sometimes I wonder if that’s really the same man who ran the AB project.”

“You’re one to talk, Kanny. Remember that time the new employee thought you were an intern because you looked to cute to be the boss?”

“Oh hush you.” She waves her hand at him and goes back to scrolling through her texts. “I got a response from Aoi. He said that he’ll be stopping by later to bring some holiday cheer.”

“I hope that he dresses up like Santa and comes in through the chimney.”

“I’m going to tell him that you said that.”

“Akane!” Junpei puts on his best scandalized expression. “I want your brother to like me!”

“He already likes you, he’s just too emotionally constipated to show it.”

Junpei smirks. “I’m going to tell him that you said that.”

Akane laughs. “I’d love to see you do that. His expression would be hilarious.”

“Nah, it’s not worth it.” Junpei shifts in his seat to try and catch a glimpse of Akane’s phone. “Any news from anyone else?”

“Hmm.” Akane scrolls through her texts. “Clover and Light are apparently spending the day with Alice, or at least, that’s what I can deduce from Clover’s text. Most of her messages are at least 90% emoji.”

“What about Carlos and Maria? I know that New Years is a big holiday for them, but are they doing anything today?”

“Carlos said something about visiting extended family in Santa Fe the last time I talked to him, so they’re probably either already there, or still on the road.”

“That’s nice. I hope they have fun. Though, maybe not as much fun as the Klims are having.”

Akane laughs, and the two of them let a comfortable silence fall between them. After a minute or two Junpei reaches out and takes hold of Akane’s hand. She laces their fingers together. They sit together like that for a while, not saying much, just taking in the other’s presence. Junpei is the first to break the silence.

“Akane,” he says, “I’m glad that I get to spend my Christmas with you.”

She smiles, deep and warm. Behind her the sun has risen fully, bathing her in golden light.

“Me too,” she says, “me too.”

love at first sight is totally cliche

To: @hardcoreprince

From: @starrycane

HI OKAY this is a very A+ good cute ship and it was fun to write i hoPE THIS turned out okay, i’ve never been very good at writing shippy things ahah u_ u;;

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Honestly, she never really imagined that she’d be head over heels for a girl she had just met!

Yeah, that’s right. She hated to admit it, but Phi was hopelessly in love with Carlos’s younger sister, Maria.

It happened a few months after the Decision Game had happened, when Carlos decided to introduce his younger sister Maria to the group. Prior to the game, Maria was diagnosed with Reverie Syndrome, and fell into a coma. Of course, they then later found out it was the result of her ability to SHIFT going out of control, and were able to slowly coax her back to health. From the moment she had woken up, Carlos wanted everyone to meet her.

It’s kind of a blur, but this is what she recalls…

“This is my sister, Maria.” He told them on that one fateful day. The smaller blonde girl standing next to him waved, smiling a little. “It’s nice to meet you all…” She trailed, making eye contact with Phi.

Her smile made her heart melt, and Phi felt her heart beat faster as the girl waved to her, to which she responded with a slow, delayed wave back. “H-Hello.” She stuttered.

She laughs nervously to cover it up, to which Sigma responds by nudging her with a smug grin stretching across his face. She’d punch him for that, but that would probably be a bad impression to make in front of Maria. Instead, she steps on his foot. “Shut up.” She said through gritted teeth.

Anyways, they all talked for some more time – it’s nothing really too interesting, but every time Maria giggled or smiled, she felt her face get redder and redder. Was she always been this smitten by cute girls? No, this is… no… it’s not love is it? Love at first sight is only something that happens in fairy tales. It’s cheesy, and totally unrealistic in her eyes.

It’s later in the day, and she still can’t get her mind off of Maria. Is it really love…?! She decides at this point that it’s probably time she should ask for a second opinion.

She could ask Sigma, but… well, she has the feeling that he’s probably the wrong person to be telling an embarrassing secret to. She’s not going to tell Carlos that she’s in love with his younger sister, either. That’s weird. Hm… Junpei and Akane have a rocky and ultra complex relationship, so… she rules them out too. Eric and Mira are objectively the worst people to be asking this, she thinks. Their relationship is the strangest thing she’s ever seen in her life – which is really saying something. She’ll pass on that kind of romance advice, thank you!

…That leaves Diana, and while Diana’s love life is really… odd, she decides that she’d obviously be the best to ask out of anyone she knows.

“So, hey.” She asks her.

“What is it, Phi?”

“…” She pauses to think about how to phrase this.

“Okay. Hypothetically, how do you know if you’re well, uh…” She folds her arms, and diverts her eyes from Diana’s.

“Uh… in love?”

Diana blinks. “Do you think you’re in love?”

“…It’s none of your business.”

“I think it is, because you wouldn’t ask me if you weren’t!”

Dammit! Phi takes a while to reply, She bites the bottom of her lip, and nods her head solemnly.

Diana laughs, and Phi looks back up at her with a blush spreading on her face. “You didn’t know who to ask, and so you came to me, right?”

Phi laughs, running her hand through her hair. “Yeah.”

“I don’t think I’m the best person to be asking…” Diana says.

“I don’t need anything, uh, well… big. I guess. I just… I just want to know what to do.”

“Maybe you two should try to get closer to each other?”

“I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I don’t know, that just sounds too… obvious. I already knew I wanted to get to know her better, you know?”

“Oh.” Diana pauses for a while to think.

“You should go out for coffee, or a movie! That’s starting simple.”

Coffee… coffee… she thinks about it. She figures that coffee is easy enough for her to do. A movie would be fun, but you don’t really get much getting-to-know-each-other time, because you’re much too caught up in watching.

So, coffee it is.

It’s exactly one week after they met for the first time, and Phi is standing in front of a coffee shop with her arms folded. Her heart is racing. Should it be racing? This isn’t high-risk… it’s coffee. You get coffee, you drink it, and you talk to each other! It’s simple.

That’s when Maria comes running up to her, interrupting her train of thought.

“Phi! Phi!” She yells, coming up to Phi with a full-stop. She takes a moment to catch her breath.

“Were you running?”

“Ahahah… yeah, I was going to be late if I didn’t!”

Phi checks her watch.

“Well. You’re 5 minutes early.”

“Oh, sweet!” She says, standing upright. “Being early is better than being on time! And besides, now we get more time to hang out!”

Phi feels her face heat up. Cute… cute… cute… “Y-Yeah… you’re right.”

They go inside and order coffees. Maria orders some extravagant-sounding drink, while Phi just gets a normal coffee. Afterwards, they talk over their newly acquired beverages.

“I’m so thankful that you guys managed to save us after all…” She nods. “That’s, like, seriously incredible! I never knew my brother was even capable of doing things like that! I can’t believe you were able to… I would have been totally scared!”

Phi rubs the back of her head. “Yeah. It was really worth it, you know? I’m glad we were able to in the end.” She smiles, and Maria smiles back.

The coffee date hits it off really well. There’s a lot more of them after that, and the two of them get closer and closer with each one.

“Phi, are we dating?” Maria asks her one day, at a very inconvenient time, no less – Phi’s in the middle of drinking her coffee! She almost spits it out, but instead, she just swallows it uncomfortably. It leaves a burn on her tongue, but that doesn’t really bother her… she’s focused on more important things.

“I guess?” She shrugs, trying to keep her composure.

“Really?! That’s a yes, right?! I’m so glad you feel the same way! You’re always so fun to be around, and you always invite me to coffee… so… I was thinking that we must be dating now!” Phi feels her face get red, but she notices that Maria’s is too.

A small grin-smirk spreads across her face. She lets out a small laugh. “Yes, it’s a yes.”

On Record

To: @electric016

From: @zerotimedilemmaofficial

Merry Christmas electric016! ❤

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On Record

“BOY TOY?” The sound of Junpei’s scream shook the walls.

Akane waltzed into her office, grinning. “It could be worse. You could be Head of Boyfriend Resources.”

Aoi followed her and leaned against the doorway. “How about Ambassador of Bad Jokes?”

“Or Meme Supreme.”

“Leading Fashion Disaster?”

Junpei buried his face in his hands. He had only wanted to know what they had been paying him so much for. Junpei had been officially working for Crash Keys for a few months now, and had insisted from the first paycheck that his salary was too high. Dating both Kurashikis was complicated enough, he didn’t need their money too. So Junpei decided to break, no, go into Akane’s office while she was in a meeting and find out his official title.

“I’ve got it! Marty McFly Impersonator in Chief!”

“That was like two years ago! My style has improved since then.” Junpei balked, crossing his arms. Clearly, his plan had backfired. “Weren’t you supposed to be in a meeting right now?”

Akane giggled. “It ended early. Sigma said it was an emergency, something to do with Gab getting stuck on the counter again.”

Aoi couldn’t help but laugh too. “It’s not exactly what I’d call an emergency, but I’m not complaining. It gave us the chance to have impeccable comedic timing.”

“Gab got up there again?” Hearing about the old dog made Junpei relax a bit. “I still don’t know how a dog so small can climb onto counters without Sigma noticing.”

“I don’t think he does much climbing…” Akane murmured, tapping her fingers on her chin. Both boys looked at her, confused. “Last month when we visited them, Diana told me ‘He likes to be tall.’ Sigma probably isn’t aware of that though.”

Junpei smiled. Seeing the two people he loves in such a good mood wiped away his previous irritation. He’d been through hell and back to get to where he is now, and he’d be damned if he let a moment like this slip away. Rising from Akane’s desk, Junpei said, “Hey, it’s lunchtime, why don’t we go out and get something to eat?”

“You know we all have too much work to do to take a break,” Aoi grumbled.

“So the Chief Edginess Officer of Crash Keys can’t make his own decisions own how to manage his time?” Junpei retorted.

Aoi stiffened and turned away from Junpei. Between laughs, Akane giggled, “Oh, how the tables have turned. What am I, hottest boss?”

Grinning, Junpei replied, “I don’t know, your title is off in some other timeline. But if I had to guess, I’d say you’re President of Cryptic and Oddly Specific Information.”

“Aww, thanks Jumpy!” Akane said, planting a kiss on Junpei’s cheek.

Aoi rolled his eyes. “Of course she takes that as a compliment,” Aoi mutters, poorly concealing a smile.

“There’ll be more where that came from,” Junpei replied, “if you go out to lunch with me.”

Akane clasped his hand. “With an offer like that, how could I refuse?” They both turned to look at Aoi. He sighed.

Resigned, Aoi said, “With the two of you looking at me like that, do I really have a choice?” Junpei grinned and used his free hand to grab Aoi’s, and they headed out together.

Akane smiled to herself. Junpei was going to love his new nameplate.

“Silver Bells,” Junpei/Akane+Quark fic for morphogenetlc

To: @morphogenetlc

From: @billyweird

Happy Holidays, morphogenetlc! I had so much fun writing this and hope you enjoy it.

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Dear Santa,

Grandpa always told me not to expect anything to be handed to me, so I’m not sure what it’s okay to ask for. Uncle Junpei and Aunt Akane said you could do anything though, so I hope it’s okay if I ask for something big.


All I want is to talk to Grandpa again. 
I want him to know I really like it here and I’m okay. Can you tell him that? And please ask him to write to me. I put an envelope in here so he can send it back with you.


Thank you very much,

Quark

Junpei sighed and reread the letter, but it didn’t get any easier to swallow. “Why couldn’t he just ask for a video game?” he muttered. The way Aoi and Akane described their “letter to Santa” tradition sounded so innocent, but then again they hadn’t been kids from an apocalyptic future. They’d always known about toys and candy and books and animals, and the guarantee that tomorrow they wouldn’t have to dig through ruins to find everything they needed.

When Quark had first started to feel comfortable outside, Junpei and Akane took him grocery shopping. It was something fast and easy, and they took him on a weekday mid-morning when there wouldn’t be any parents hurrying to grab dinner fixings, old people fighting with cashiers to accept their expired coupons, and rowdy teenagers clogging aisles. After hearing they’d buy him anything he wanted, he grabbed a bottle of root beer from the fridge by the checkout line and said this was fine. Junpei’d had to nudge Quark to walk around the store with him to “just look” at other items, and Quark was in awe that so much fresh produce and meat, including stuff he’d never had in his life, was just sitting there in great pyramids and stuffed drawers. They filled the cart with mismatched oddities like pomegranates, seafood mix, purple potatoes, chicken liver, and kiwi before Junpei and Akane dragged him to the junk food on principle.

When they made it to the frozen aisle, he’d gone “Whoa!” and walked up and down the ice cream row a dozen times before finally grabbing a pint of vanilla and holding it up sheepishly. “Please?”

Akane’d chuckled. “Get a bigger one. We’ll make root beer floats.”

Quark’s eyes widened but he listened. That trip was one of the first signs that maybe Quark wasn’t going to be “normal” right away, but this letter was the thing that made Junpei’s chest burn, because he had no way to explain to Quark this was impossible.

When Quark came out of the transporter they’d acquired after years of searching, he’d been confused and then uncomfortable when he realized “Grandpa” wasn’t with him. Junpei’d froze, while Phi and Sigma just knelt down and re-introduced themselves. “Oh! Hey Miss Phi!” he’d said excitedly, and she’d smiled at him and said the guy beside her really was Mr. Sigma. Junpei was really, really glad he’d listened to them when they said having someone Quark recognized would make things easier. He wasn’t sure how to explain his identity at the time, so he just…hadn’t. He and Akane became “Grandpa’s relatives” and called themselves Quark’s Uncle and Aunt instead.

All he’d arrived with was a note tucked in his pocket from his Grandpa, explaining who he was and why he’d sent Quark back. Show him how good life can be, he’d written, like it was easy. Like Quark would never miss what he’d grown up with.

Junpei jumped when someone grabbed him from behind, and his assailant pulled him closer, giggling, and pressed her face between her shoulder blades. “Just me.“

“You know I hate that,” he grumbled, but turned to face Akane, grabbed her face, and planted a messy kiss on her lips to get her back. While he was distracted, she plucked the letter from between his fingers and stepped back. “Hey! I’m Santa, remember?”

She practically danced out of his grasp, reading it despite his struggle to take it from her, and her face softened as she reached the end. “Aw, Quark…”

“…Yeah. I thought he’d just want more ice cream or something.” He scratched the back of his head. “How am I supposed to do this?” he murmured so he wouldn’t wake Quark in the other room. He was Junpei Tenmyouji, 26 year-old newlywed in over his head; he wasn’t Junpei Tenmyouji, 67 year-old grandfather.

“Well, one time when I was nine I wrote to Santa and asked him to prove he was real.”

“Why?” He shook his head. “No, wait, you would do that.”

Akane puffed out her cheeks. “I wanted to tell Ishinomori he was wrong about Santa not being real! Santa even wrote me back!”

“That must’ve been Aoi.”

Akane smiled and tilted her head, one finger to her chin. “Exactly.”

Junpei tried to set the idea aside for a while, thinking maybe Quark would forget about his request if they kept him distracted with all manner of fun and gifts the day-of, but the thought nagged at him until it came out in bed one night.

“I mean, we got him the bike, right? He wants to learn! That’s probably gonna make up for it.” He flinched as the beer he’d been gesturing with splashed onto his face. Akane snorted at his predicament and handed him a tissue from her nightstand.

“Junpei…” she sighed, but kissed his cheek. “He doesn’t want a perfect letter or a bike. He wants Grandpa.”

“Well how do I pretend to be him? I only know a little bit of what his life was like!” He’d tried to use the morphic fieldset to learn more, but sometime around the hundredth vision of fire, dead bodies, and the disappointment and numbness that’d set in after finding Akane on the moon, he’d had enough and didn’t look again. He set the beer on his nightstand and propped himself up on his elbow to face Akane, looking at her in the soft glow of their bedside lamp.

When he’d slipped the ring on her finger the first time, in that doomed history, his only thoughts had been Don’t let me pass out and Please say yes and I hope Carlos isn’t staring at us. The second time, in the first motel room they’d crashed in after leaving Dcom, he’d knelt down on a grody carpet and put the ring on her left hand and given her the biggest, dorkiest grin he ever had in his life when she knocked him into the floor with the weight of her embrace. Then, he’d thought the best parts of marriage would be when they were happiest and declaring their love for each other. He learned the best parts were pinch-fights on the couch in headquarters, helping her out of her wedding gown when she got the flu at their reception and cleaning her running makeup off her face as she cried that she just wanted to enjoy her day, and lying next to her in bed savoring the fact that she was here.

She realized he was staring, and looked up from her book. “Do I have lotion on my face?”

“No, you just…” He met her eyes and she looked at him with growing confusion, before his hand darted out and pinched her cheek. “Gotcha.”

“Junpei!” She shook him off and tossed her book off the bed as she grabbed him and flipped them over so she was on top of him. “You’re gonna regret that,” she laughed as she pulled on his hair, and he slipped a hand under her shirt to pinch her stomach, making her shriek. They wrestled until they were out of breath, and ended up with her draped over him, kissing a line from his ear to his neck. He held her close as it dawned on him:

She was right. It didn’t have to be perfect to make them happy.

*

“It’s all for me?” Quark, convinced to take his precious hat off after Akane told him it was a rule before he opened his gifts, rubbed the back of his head. He looked again at the gifts around him: the bike, the stocking full of candy, the new coat and boots, the books, and the video game system Junpei had wanted for himself but had told Akane was for Quark. “You guys are really nice…”

“On Christmas, Santa grants wishes, okay? You’re a really good boy, so Santa told us you deserved it all.” Akane ruffled his hair and smiled when he shook his head. “Open up your presents from Phi and Sigma and Aoi while Uncle Junpei and I get the cocoa, okay?”

“Okay!”

Akane pulled him to the kitchen by the arm. As they left Aoi gave them a look that read Don’t leave me alone with him, but Junpei suspected he was growing a soft spot for Quark as he’d sent a “follow-up letter from Santa” asking Quark if he preferred toy cars or an ice cream maker.

“Do you think he likes it?” Junpei whispered to her as she poured cocoa into mugs.

“He seems happy, but I wish we’d written the letter.” She sighed. “His smile looks a little sad.”

“That’s an oxymoron.”

“You know what I mean.” He did. That Quark was afraid to look sad that he hadn’t gotten what he really wanted. Junpei pulled an envelope out of his pants pocket, carefully hidden until now.

“Who’s to say Santa didn’t grant his wish?”

She covered her mouth and her eyes watered a little. “Junpei…”

“What?”

She kissed his cheek and smiled at him, unable to explain why she was so touched. They returned to the living room, where Quark was enthusing about the ice cream maker and asking Aoi if kiwi-flavored ice cream was possible, and Junpei cleared his throat to get his attention. “I held onto this until the last gift was open…” With a flourish, he revealed the letter he’d been hiding behind his back. “Santa left this with me. He said you’re the only one allowed to open it.”

Quark’s hands shook as he read it front-to-back. Junpei’d thrown four other drafts away before settling on this one, and he hoped he’d gotten the voice right. When Quark finished, he turned it back over and reread it. Finally he looked up at Junpei, swallowing. “Santa read my letter,” was all he got out. Akane distracted him with the cocoa, changing the topic fluidly by telling Aoi they had to try and make red bean ice cream sometime, and Quark seemed to perk up.

Junpei sat next to him on the floor and nudged his shoulder into Quark’s, and they smiled at each other weakly. He hoped he’d gotten it right, and Quark wasn’t upset because he’d figured out the letter was fake:

Quark,

I’m glad you’re alright. It sounds like you’re happy over there. That’s what I wanted for you. I hope you’ll understand that someday. I tried to get Santa to help me search for rare metal, but he’s not you. I’ll be fine here, you just worry about being polite to Junpei and Akane and working hard when you go to school.

He went on, building up some story about a recent excavation Grandpa had gone on, and finished with: Say hi to Phi and Sigma for me. I’ll send another letter with Santa next year.

Grandpa

P.S. Tell Santa to bring scotch next time.

Quark seemed cheery the rest of the day as they went to the movies, had breakfast for dinner at his request, and played a video game (something he still found fascinating no matter how many times he saw one). He waved goodbye to Aoi pleasantly and fell asleep on the couch past his bedtime. Junpei and Akane, after carrying him to his bed, looked around at the mess of wrapping paper and dishes, and shrugged before retiring to their own room.

Junpei woke past midnight to the sound of shuffling around in the living room. He froze, listening, and there it was again: someone out there. He crept out, old instincts kicking in to protect himself, before he heard glass break and a quiet “Crap!”

“Quark?” He found Quark kneeling by the tree, carefully sweeping shards of a broken ornament into a pile with his hands. “Forget that, we have a broom,” he muttered, pulling him up by the arm.

“I’m sorry! I’ll fix it, I–”

“Quark, it’s fine. It’s just an accident. What are you doing up this late?” Quark looked down at his feet. “Quark?”

“I was trying to find something.”

“What?”

“I left a present for Grandpa, but Santa didn’t pick it up. I guess I hid it too well.” Quark shifted on his feet before bending down to grab an object he must’ve pulled from its hiding place. “Grandpa never wanted Christmas presents. We didn’t even do anything for it, but sometimes he’d give me things. He gave me my hat.” He handed it off to Junpei, a gift that was heavy and sloshing inside. It was wrapped in several layers of tissue paper and tape Quark must’ve taken when Akane was wrapping her gift for Aoi the other day. Junpei peeled back some of the paper and saw amber liquid.

“Uh…what is this?”

“Scotch.”

“How the hell did you get scotch!?” Junpei said louder than he’d meant, and Quark jumped.

“…Uh, Miss Phi helped me get it if I promised I wouldn’t tell.”

“Of all the…what goes through her…forget it, I’ll talk to her later.” Junpei felt so old, lecturing a kid in his care about hiding alcohol.

“It’s Grandpa’s favorite, and everything is so cheap here compared to where we come from. I wanted him to have something nice.” Quark looked askance. “And Miss Phi wouldn’t help me get ‘Grandpa videos.’”

Junpei wasn’t gonna ask. He gripped the bottle instead and looked at Quark. “We can hold onto this for Grandpa. You don’t have to hide stuff from me and Akane.”

Quark’s shoulders slumped. “Sorry… I thought you guys would tell Santa and then Grandpa wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Well… I’ll put this away and we’ll forget about it. But just don’t keep secrets again, okay? Grandpa wouldn’t be happy if he knew.” They cleaned up the glass and he sent Quark back to bed, then sat on the couch and started drinking the scotch himself. Drinking alone in a dark room, ‘tis the season. He hadn’t had a holiday this depressing since the Christmas right after the Nonary Game, which he’d celebrated by joining that detective firm and almost getting stabbed on his first case.

He must’ve dozed off, because he jolted awake when Akane settled beside him on the couch. The sun was just starting to rise and made the room rosy. She eased him onto his side and lay down on him, her head on his chest. “Sleep well?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to uh. Do that.”

“The bed got cold,” she murmured, spreading out on top of him. “I don’t like sleeping alone.” She snuggled against him. “So I’ll stay right here.”

“Sounds good.” He put a hand on her head and stroked her hair. She was so warm and he held her closer, savoring her proximity and weight on top of him. There was a lot he could say—he loved her, Merry Christmas—but he didn’t say anything. Nothing could encapsulate how peaceful and lucky he felt right now. He didn’t have any easy answers for the next few months, but that was fine. He had Akane and Quark and they had him and together they’d see a lot of Christmases to come.

SHIFT of the Magi

To: @eatingfireflies

From: @interabangs

Happy Holidays! eatingfireflies asked for Team C’s first Christmas together. I hope you like it!

AO3 link

“Ugh,” Junpei said, “Christmas.”

He was sitting on the couch in Carlos’s living room, resting his head all the way back with his hand thrown over his face.

Akane frowned as she stood in front of the couch. She knew what Junpei was thinking: maybe if he just hid out here – or under Carlos’s covers – all day on December 25, Junpei could pretend the day just didn’t exist.

It was a tempting thought, but Akane had made plans, for Christ’s sake. Literally.

“Junpei!” she chided, taking a seat next to him, “how could you not be in the spirit?”

He mumbled something, his hand still shielding his face.

Akane stifled a sigh. “Look, I know you’re frustrated that we still haven’t caught the terrorist and prevented the world from ending —”

“— And that we still haven’t gotten married —”

“— But Christmas is about celebration, and love, and family! We need to cherish the time we have together, while we still have it!” She clenched her hand into a resolute fist, but Junpei still wouldn’t look at her.

“Okay, well, that’s great and all, but I’ve heard this speech about a dozen times already. It’s starting to lose its meaning.”

Akane couldn’t hold back a sigh this time. Before she opened her mouth to continue arguing, the front door to Carlos’s apartment opened wide, revealing her and Junpei’s visibly tired fiancé, his face bearing a light coating of soot as well as a slowly spreading smile at seeing who was in his apartment. Well, basically it was their apartment, at least until Akane could convince them into moving into a much bigger place.

She grinned at the sight of Carlos’s engagement ring, sparkling on his left hand, as well as hers. Akane and Carlos had picked one out for Junpei too, but he’d almost lost it a couple of times while on missions for both Crash Keys and his detective work with Seven, so he’d decided to leave his ring safely tucked away in the night stand next to the bed.

“Hey, you two. I miss out on any fun while I was gone?” Carlos asked as he shrugged off his jacket and put it on the coat rack.

Akane glanced over at Junpei, who had now changed his dramatically splayed out hand-on-face position to crossing his arms and glaring at the floor. “No,” she said, “just the usual spoilsport attitude from Grumpei here about the upcoming holiday.”

Carlos settled himself on the stool by the counter and carefully pulled off his boots. “That again? C’mon, Junpei, I thought you were cool about inviting all the others over for Christmas Eve. Maria’s bringing three pies, we’ll get to see Sean’s new head, and Diana’s gonna play the tambourine for everyone! It’ll be great.”

“It’s not that,” Junpei muttered, but at least he looked up at Carlos. “I just… what with the whole terrorist still being out there and the possibility of the world ending, I don’t really feel like being in the Christmassy mood right now.”

“Well, I think we should help get you in the holiday spirit.” Akane put her hand under her chin and thought for a moment, crossing her legs and tapping her foot in the air. She was momentarily distracted by the sight of Carlos putting his shoes by the door, and her heart swelled a bit, like it did every morning she woke up in his and Junpei’s arms. It was a small thing, but even in Carlos’s own home, he’d made a habit of taking his shoes off, like Junpei and Akane were used to.

“That’s it!” she cried, and both guys looked at her with that telltale ‘What’s she thought of now?’ expression she’d seen many times on their faces, both in meetings and in bed.

“Uh, what’s it?” Junpei asked, his arms still crossed.

Akane grabbed onto his right arm, unable to contain her excitement. “We’ll have a gift exchange. To show our appreciation for each other!”

“I thought we weren’t gonna get each other anything,” Carlos reminded her. “I mean, you’re the co-CEO of Crash Keys. You could have anything you want.”

“But this won’t be about what we get for each other,” Akane argued, turning her head toward him. “It’ll be about the meaning behind it. Look, to make it less about the present and more about the intention, let’s do a secret exchange. Put our names in a hat, and pick them out!”

“Secret Santa?” Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow as he put his arms on his hips. “Huh. That… might not be such a bad idea.”

Junpei blew out a sharp breath, something that sounded like a chuckle and grunt. Akane whirled back around toward him, swinging her purple stockinged feet up on his lap. He cried out and his arms uncrossed, but she could already see the gleam of intrigue in his eyes.

“Come on, Junpei,” she said, wiggling her toes as they hung over the side of his legs. “It’ll be fun! The surprise will make it even better.”

“All right, all right,” he said, a smile slowly starting at the corners of his mouth. “Just don’t say it’ll be a blast. I’ve had enough of that.” He curled his right arm around her waist and pulled her toward him.

She framed his face with her hands as they leaned in for a long, deep kiss.

“There room for one more?” Carlos asked when they finally separated.

Junpei and Akane each grabbed onto one of his hands and pulled him onto them as Akane said, “Oh, Carlos.”

“There’s always room for you,” Junpei said.

Akane beamed, especially when their clothes started coming off.

She was going to make sure this would be a Christmas none of them would ever forget.

Akane paused before entering the living room, and bent to adjust the red bow on her green sweater-dress.

She had spent weeks preparing for this moment. She even brought a fail-safe, just in case, but she was sure she wasn’t going to need it.

This was going to be perfect.

As Akane neared the living room, she marveled again at how perfect the setting already looked. A week ago, Hazuki and her daughters had come over to Carlos’s apartment and helped her decorate the place. Wreaths hung from green, gold and red ribbons on the wall opposite the couch. A medium-sized fir tree was nestled in the corner of the living room, next to the long couch, thanks to Seven and Sigma’s help. Diana brought a bunch of aromatherapy candles and a list of holiday songs to play on the stereo system Aoi had rigged to a speaker system, which you could hear from all the corners of the living room, kitchen, and tiny dining room. Phi… had spent most of her time on the stool next to the kitchen bar, playing some Battleship phone app game with Aoi when she wasn’t critiquing the way Sigma hung tree ornaments – but, to her credit, Phi did bring an excellent choice of whiskey, and pomegranate juice for Junpei.  Maria could only come over for a couple hours since she had to study for her final exams, but she had brought the tree topper, a ceramic, golden star she had herself made and brought tears to everyone’s eyes.

Eric and Sean lived too far away to help, and Mira was still in prison, but Eric sent over one of his mom’s favorite ornaments to hang from the tree, and a card from Mira that said, “If we don’t die by the time you see this, Merry Christmas I guess.” Sean sent over a large, professional-looking painting depicting most of the Nonary and Decision game participants standing in front of a gorgeous, tall evergreen tree. Akane had it framed on the wall over the couch. She kept her gaze on it as she entered the living room, all the lights dimmed low so the aromatherapy candles in the dining room flickered on their tall, ornate holders.

Carlos and Junpei’s backs were facing her as they looked up at the painting, and they turned around, their wrapped presents in their hands as Akane approached them. The candlelight accentuated their handsomeness and, for the millionth time, Akane was struck by just how lucky she was to be here, with them.

She gripped her own gift in her hands as she smiled, feeling truly serene and centered for the first time in many timelines.

“Merry Christmas, Akane,” Carlos said.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” she replied.

They both looked at Junpei, and after a moment of silence, she raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, all right,” he said, smoothing down his maroon dress shirt with his free hand. “Same to both of you.”

“Well,” Carlos said, holding up his present, “let’s exchange!”

The three of them ended up just sort of awkwardly standing there for a long moment, the soft holiday music filling up the silence as they held out their presents, yet didn’t seem to know how to give and receive their gifts.

“Fine, you know what? I’ll go first,” Junpei said, handing Carlos a medium-sized box in gold wrapping that Akane could tell Junpei had done himself. It made her happy to note that he had gone to the trouble himself.

“All right. Could you hold onto mine while I unwrap this? Thanks.” Carlos and Junpei exchanged their presents and soon, the gold wrapping fell to the floor as Carlos held up a box of a…

“Polaroid camera!” Carlos said. “I remember these! They’re kinda rare now, aren’t they?”

“Well,” Junpei said with a shrug, though Akane could see him smiling, “I know a guy.”

“I think we all know him,” Akane teased as Carlos peered at the writing on the box. “Although, now that I think about it, this could’ve been done with the help of either Aoi or Seven.”

“A Santa never reveals his secrets,” Junpei said, actually chuckling.

“This is in mint condition,” Carlos marveled, running his hand along the smooth edges of the box.

“Yeah, uh, I figure you can use it with Maria, to help create new memories,” Junpei said, and Akane could almost see him blushing in the flickering candlelight.

“I will, and I’ll do the same with you two,” Carlos vowed. “Although the pictures will be drastically different.” He leaned in toward Junpei and, while his free hand strayed down toward Junpei’s hip, he gave his thanks for the present with his lips.

“Wow,” Junpei said, dazedly pulling away as Akane grinned. “Guess this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

“I’ve got your present, Akane,” Carlos said, setting the camera box down on the coffee table and holding out his much, much smaller gift-wrapped box.

Akane took it after tucking the present she had to give under her arm, and eagerly ripped off the wrapping paper.

Underneath it was a small, nondescript brown box, but inside was a folded piece of paper. Akane unfolded it and peered down at the writing.

“I see a name, and address… some kind of passcode… Carlos, is this a lead?” she asked, looking up at him, her eyes shining.

Junpei’s eyes widened. “What, to the terrorist?”

Carlos nodded. “I figured since you’ve told us so many times that you have everything you want, why not get something you need?”

A tear trickled down Akane’s cheek. She reached out and embraced Carlos, sniffling, and he rubbed her back. “I would’ve given it to you sooner, but I just got that source verified this morning. Hopefully this’ll help all of us.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!”

“So, this is shaping up to be a pretty magical Christmas, after all! Especially now that it’s my turn,” Junpei said as Akane and Carlos parted.

“Oh, right,” she said, wiping her eyes and handing him a very fancily wrapped box. “Merry Christmas, Junpei.”

He ripped the wrapping paper off in record time and it was still fluttering to the floor as he opened the box.

“It’s…” he said, holding out his gift.

“It’s…” Carlos said, squinting his eyes to look at it.

“It’s a…” Akane echoed.

“It’s a watch!”

The Christmas music playing in the background suddenly skipped a beat, played normally, then skipped another beat. Carlos hurriedly excused himself to check out the problem, and made a beeline for the kitchen.

Junpei dangled the watch in the air between two fingers, almost, Akane noticed with a frown, as if he didn’t want to hold it.

“It’s a gold watch!” Akane said as the skipping music finally stopped. “For detectives, right? It’s just, you’ve been doing so much amazing work, and —”

“— Gold watches are for retirement!” Junpei sputtered, dropping the shiny device back into the box and holding it back out to her with both hands. “And I thought you, of all people, would know better than to get me a watch, of all things.”

“Jumpy,” Akane said, her voice wavering as tears began to prick the corners of her eyes. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t try to ‘Jumpy’ yourself out of this, Akane,” he whispered.

Just then, Carlos flipped on the lights just then, and Akane got to see the full force of betrayal and anguish in Junpei’s eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice softer, but no less miserable, “you just didn’t realize, did you?”

No. No. This was supposed to be perfect! This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were all supposed to have a lovely pre-Christmas gift exchange, fall into bed, and be blissfully happy for a couple of days before regrouping to track down the terrorist and save humanity together.

She sighed, wiping the tears before they could fall and turning to set her own present down on the coffee table instead of taking the watch back from Junpei.

“I hoped it wouldn’t have to come to this,” she said, digging around in the small bag she had strapped to her waist.

“Hey, Akane,” Carlos said, walking over to join her and Junpei, “What are you —”

But he was too late. Swiftly, before the others could react, Akane pulled out a taser and pressed it to her collarbone, then flicked it on.

ZAP!

When she opened her eyes, she was lying on the ground.

“H-hey, Akane!”

“Are you all right?”

Slowly, she opened her eyes, groaning at the dull throbbing sensation she sometimes felt when she SHIFTed.

Junpei knelt beside her, lifting her upper body into a sitting position as Carlos hovered over them, holding a glass of water. He held it out to her and she took it, drinking deeply.

“Thanks,” she said, handing the glass back after emptying most of it.

“You gotta stop doing this,” Junpei murmured, running his hand through her hair before kissing her forehead. Warmth flooded through Akane at his kiss, and she brightened even more as she took in her surroundings.

The lights were dimmed, and the candles flickered from the dining room. The lights on the Christmas tree in the corner glowed comfortingly. Wreaths hung on the walls opposite the couch, where there was still the large portrait of the Nonary and Decision Game participants.

“What day is this?” Akane asked.

“December 25th,” Carlos said, setting down the cup and putting his hands on his hips, frowning down at her slightly. “We should probably get you to a hospital.”

“What? No!” Akane said, scrambling to her feet as Junpei cried out in alarm. “We haven’t exchanged our presents yet, have we?”

“No,” Carlos said, gesturing at the brightly-colored boxes on the coffee table. “We were just about to, but I don’t think this is the right time for that.”

Akane looked down at them, and beamed. “This is the perfect time.” And what might’ve been the perfect timeline, considering neither of them were accusing her right away of SHIFTing.

“Uh, are you sure you’re all right? I mean, you did just collapse,” Junpei pointed out, also standing now and rubbing the back of his head.

“I’ll be fine,” Akane said, trying not to seem too impatient but finding it difficult. “Let’s see…” She squinted and saw her handwriting on a small, thin box that read ‘To Carlos,’ then picked it up.

“Merry Christmas, Carlos,” she announced, presenting the box to him with both hands and a wide, hopeful smile.

He reached out toward it, then paused, his hand outstretched in midair as he glanced over at Junpei. “You think it’s okay to just… continue?”

Before Junpei could answer, Akane said, “Urgh, we can go to the hospital after we open our presents! Come on, Carlos, just take it!” When he looked back her, his expression apprehensive, she said in a more reassuring tone, “I’ll be fine. Promise.”

Slowly, he took the box from her, and ripped off the wrapping paper. Akane was just as curious to see what his gift was, and when he lifted the lid of a thin, white box, she gasped, her heartbeat thrumming away in her ears.

“It’s a wallet!” Carlos cried.

“Hey,” Junpei said, peering at it. “That’s pretty nice.”

“Oh, thank God!” Akane said.

They both turned to look at her.

“Akane,” Junpei said, his mouth thinning into a frown, “what’s going on here?”

“N-nothing!” she squeaked, getting a closer look at the wallet. After a moment, it clicked. It’s what she had vaguely thought about getting Carlos if she ended up picking his name when they had drawn the pieces of paper out of his firefighter’s helmet.

“That’s made out of a fire hose,” she explained as the guys continued staring at her, Carlos’s mouth parting in surprise. “I made it myself.” In reality, she had probably gotten help from Aoi or Ennea, but it technically wasn’t a lie because Akane wasn’t getting any flashes of memory from this timeline. And hopefully, if they did start to suspect her of SHIFTing, she had successfully distracted them.

“It’s great! No, it’s more than that. I love it,” Carlos said, pulling her in for a gentle hug. “And you too, if that wasn’t already clear.”

“Mmm,” she sighed, leaning her head against his chest. She and Carlos both looked over at Junpei, who was still looking both bewildered and, unfortunately, like he still suspected something was up.

After a moment, he sighed and picked up a box from the coffee table, handing it out to Akane.

“I, uh, don’t know if you’ll like it, but here’s hoping anyway.”

Akane reached out to take it with a grateful smile, and within seconds, the wrapping paper fluttered to the floor.

“Junpei!” she gasped. “It’s beautiful!”

It was a long, thin wooden box with her name engraved on the top. She ran her finger over it, and when she slid open the panel, it revealed two wooden chopsticks with her name also engraved on the upper portion, with an intricate pattern carved into the thick ends.

“I, uh, tried doing it myself before ending up with a bunch of scrap wood, so I decided to get it professionally done. Except for the hearts,” Junpei added, and Akane turned the chopsticks around to see two crudely drawn hearts etched into the wood on the sides opposite her name.

She pressed them to her chest as she stepped out of Carlos’s embrace and into Junpei’s, her tears flowing freely.

“Good work, babe,” Carlos said to him over her head, and Junpei groaned, “I told you not to call me that.”

“Aw, come on. It’s better than that whole month I tormented you with ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart,’ isn’t it?”

Akane’s laugh was muffled by Junpei’s chest, and she pulled away so Carlos could hand his present to Junpei.

“Might as well finish this up before we go to the hospital,” Carlos said while Junpei tore the wrapping paper apart.

He stared at it, one arm slung over Akane’s shoulder as his free hand held out the box so he could look at the cover.

Akane glanced at it too and she looked up at Junpei.

“What’s wrong?”

“It… Uh.” Junpei flipped the box over to look at the back, and then looked at the front. “It’s a DVD.”

“Of Back to the Future III!” Carlos said. “You said you liked it, right?”

Junpei didn’t say anything for a while. Worry started to creep in on the edges of Akane’s contentment.

“Well, I guess I did,” Junpei said, “but I didn’t, y’know, love it.”

The background music started skipping, and Akane groaned as she stepped out of Junpei’s side hug.

“What do you mean? It’s a great movie,” Carlos asked. Akane went over to the kitchen to try to fix the music.

“I guess, but… I dunno. It’s just not the same as the first two.”

“But it’s so much fun! Remember the part when they —”

“— Yeah, I know, it was cool, but as a whole, this just can’t top the same feeling of the first one. What happened, was that DVD sold out?”

“No, but I just figured you’d want to watch this one again. Y’know, because you said you haven’t seen it as much as the other two.”

“Right, and there’s a reason for that,” Junpei said as Akane gave up on fixing the small music device Aoi had set up and turned it off.

“I don’t get it,” Carlos said, starting to sound exasperated, a tone of voice Akane had rarely heard, coming from him, “It’s a good movie!”

“But it has so many plotholes!” Junpei countered.

“Well, even so, it was a pretty good way to finish the series.”

“Uh, okay, you just keep on being wrong, if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, now, that’s just cruel.”

“Guys!” Akane shouted at them from the kitchen, then flicked on the lights.

“What?” they both said from across the apartment, blinking and each holding their gifts.

Akane sighed, gripping onto the edge of the counter with one hand.

“You’re probably gonna need to take me to the hospital now,” she said.

Then pulled out her taser and, wincing, pressed it to her collarbone.

ZAP!

“Oh, um, what a lovely pair of… socks,” Akane said, holding up the pair with the price tag of $5.99 clipping them together.

“But did you see the rabbits?” Junpei said, pointing at them.

“Those are supposed to be rabbits?” Akane asked, squinting to get a better look at them, and Junpei smacked his forehead.

The music started to skip.

“See? What did I tell you? Screw this holiday!” he ranted. “This stupid godda —”

ZAP!

“I can’t believe you actually posed for all twelve months!” Junpei said, laughing as he flipped up all the pages of the calendar. Through the dim lighting, Akane could see Carlos actually blushing as Junpei paused and held up the calendar to the month of June, admiring the large photo of Carlos lying on what was probably a green screen beach, naked except for a pair of firefighter pants, an axe buried in a bucket and the muscles of his chest gleaming with oil.

“Oh, yeah,” Junpei said, biting his lip, “This one’s gonna be up for a few months.”

“And I’ll need to borrow this,” Akane said quickly. “For, um, research purposes! At Crash Keys.”

“Someone just got wet down there,” Junpei murmured to Carlos, and they both embraced as they exchanged one long, sensual kiss.

“Okay, Carlos, here’s yours!” Akane sang as she practically shoved Carlos’s present at him.

He opened the box and his brow immediately furrowed.

“Well?” Junpei asked, and Akane’s right hand strayed behind her back, to the pouch under her bow that had the taser in it.

“It’s, uh…” Carlos fished around in the box and brought up his hand, dangling a pair of fuzzy handcuffs from his index finger. “Is this one of those inside jokes between you two that I still don’t get?”

“You know,” Junpei said, “For someone who just posed practically naked for what could be legitimate commercial merchandise, you are way too vanilla.”

“Vanilla?” Carlos asked. “What do you mean, ‘vanilla?’ I’m —”

But Akane didn’t hear the rest.

ZAP!

Akane stared down at the book in her hands.

Then she glanced up at Carlos, who had an eager, hopeful look on his face.

She looked back down at the book, especially at its large printed title:

The Huge Book of Hard Sudoku.

“What? What’s wrong with it?” Carlos asked, scratching the side of his head. “Junpei said you’d love it!”

“I was kidding,” Junpei protested. “Akane, I swear I was.”

The music started to skip, and Akane began fumbling around for her pouch.

ZAP!

“Aww,” Carlos said, running his hand over the embroidered cat picture on his new throw pillow.

“That is pretty cute, Akane.” Junpei nodded with approval. “But it’s not as good as my present,” he added.

She laughed, hugging her Kanny bunny plush that he had made for her himself.

Carlos slumped his shoulders, still tracing the outline of the cat on the pillow.

“What’s the matter?” Junpei asked.

Carlos heaved a long, shuddering sigh. “It’s just that – well, this looks a lot like the cat I had a long time ago. The cat that… died in the fire. With my parents.” A tear trickled down his cheek, and he hugged the small pillow to his chest.

“… Oh,” was all Junpei could say.

“Argh!” Akane shouted, and both Carlos and Junpei whipped their heads around to face her, startled. “You know, I’m really starting to agree with you about Christmas, Junpei.”

“What are you – hey, wait a minute!”

“Akane, don’t you dare –”

ZAP!

 

“Hah HAH!” Junpei shouted in exultation as he held the framed picture high in the air. “I knew it! Oh, man, it was all leading up to this, and it was pretty much torture, but it was worth it. I’ve been dreaming of this moment.”

“What is it?” Carlos asked, trying to peer at Junpei’s present. “It’s a…”

“Only the best thing a guy could ever ask for!” Junpei cried, tears of joy shining in his eyes. “O-other than you two, I mean. A copper-plated funyarinpa!”

Carlos shook his head after a moment of perusing the image, handing it back to Junpei. “Sorry, babe. I don’t get it.”

“You know what? Right now, I don’t even care that you don’t know what it is, or that ‘babe’ is the one thing you refuse to stop calling me. Akane, this really is the best Christmas.” Junpei pulled her in close for a tight hug.

“Oof!” She gasped as the wind was momentarily knocked out of her, but she laughed after a moment, patting Junpei’s back. “Well, I’m glad you feel that way!” At the back of her mind, though, she was already steeling herself for one of their gifts to fall flat.

“Akane, I guess – uh, here’s yours,” Carlos said, handing her a rather large, heavy present. She stretched out her arms from behind Junpei and he started swaying on the spot as she struggled to rip off the wrapping paper.

“Woah, Junpei, slow down! Let me open this,” she said, unable to keep from giggling, and he lifted her up for a second, spun her around, then set her back down as she righted her sense of direction and looked down at her gift.

“It’s a…” she breathed, opening the cover.

“A scrapbook!” Carlos finished, sounding just as excited as she flipped through the pages. “From all the good times we’ve shared together over the past year.”

It was very meticulously crafted. There was a seashell glued on the page from their trip to the beach, and a picture Maria had taken of the three of them running hand in hand into the water. There were three separate photos of them in the Tunnel of Love from their trip to the summer festival in town, and a hilarious still image of them clutching onto each other during their haunted house tour, Akane nearly riding piggyback on Junpei as he clutched onto Carlos’s arm. There was a separate page of all the pictures Carlos had bought of them on the log ride, and, Akane blushed as she turned the page, there were several snapshots Carlos must have printed off his phone the morning after their first time all together. There were nine pages dedicated to their joint proposal in Tokyo, and another nine from the engagement party which Aoi and Maria had thrown for them when they returned home. There was a glossy picture of Akane blushing on the couch between Carlos and Junpei as they hugged her from either side. There was another of Akane and Carlos each kissing Junpei’s cheeks.

“Wow,” Carlos said, “This turned out better than I thought!”

“It’s gorgeous!” Akane whispered.

“It’s yours, but really, I figure it’s for all of us,” Carlos said. “You two are the best boyfriend and girlfriend a guy could ever ask for.”

“Oh,” Akane sobbed, closing the book and hugging it to her chest, “Carlos!”

“Yeah, you really outdid yourself with this one,” Junpei added, shaking his head in awe.

“And what about you, Junpei?” Akane asked, hoping beyond hope that she had finally done it, that she had finally found the perfect timeline where they all gave and received amazing gifts.

Junpei picked up a small box and handed it to Carlos. He carefully unwrapped it and unveiled a small, black box that, had they all not already been engaged, Akane would have assumed bore a ring.

She held her breath, and Carlos pulled out a small, sleek-looking oval device.

“Um,” Carlos said, chuckling, “Well, I have always wanted a paperweight.”

“Oh, uh, here.” Junpei stepped toward Carlos, pressing down on Carlos’s thumb on a button sticking out of the device.

A bunch of digital numbers appeared on the screen, and Junpei read them out as he hovered Carlos’s thumb over each of them.

“Here’s the weather… and here are our exact coordinates. Here’s the time, and wow, check this out, there’s a pedometer down in the lower let corner! And over here are… Uh…”

“CO2 levels,” Carlos supplied, “How did you get something like this? I haven’t seen anything like it.”

“Oh, uh,” Junpei said, grinning sheepishly, “I must’ve – Sigma helped me out. There’s probably other things on there too, but we’ll ask him how to find the rest of it.”

“Oh…” Carlos said, starting to cry, but this time Akane didn’t feel miserable seeing his tears. “Junpei, this is…”

“So, I didn’t screw up on this one, did I?” Junpei asked with a wince, and Carlos embraced him full-on.

Akane let out a long, heavy sigh of relief. Her shoulders relaxed, her heart was still beating fast but it wasn’t out of anxiety anymore.

She had done it. She’d found the perfect timeline.

Now they could go to bed and –

ZAP!

“Oh, fucking hell.”

Akane’s eyes snapped open, but she didn’t lift her head suddenly. She’d made that mistake before.

Instead, she just lied on the ground, on her side, and stared at the similarly sprawled out figures before her.

“Junpei?” she called out, wondering why they too were lying down, why the lights were on, and why the music wasn’t playing. “Carlos?”

Carlos groaned, and he was the first of them to sit up. Akane watched him rub the back of his head, his eyes closed as he winced in pain, but when he opened them and looked around, his expression quickly turned into worry.

“Hey? Are you two all right?”

“Nope,” Junpei said, and Akane finally, slowly, began to lift herself up too, in a side-sitting position. Her muscles ached and her head was pounding, moreso than usual whenever she SHIFTed. She focused her gaze on Junpei: he remained lying on the polished floor, on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

“You do realize what just happened, don’t you?” he asked, flicking his eyes over to Akane as she and Carlos both helped each other stand up.

“What are you – oh,” Carlos said.

“We SHIFTed,” Akane said simply, and together, she and Carlos reached out their hands toward Junpei, but he crossed his arms over his chest.

“No, we didn’t SHIFT. Our other selves did, from this universe. Don’t you get it? We were in the perfect timeline. I’d finally…”

“You’d finally what?” Akane asked and Carlos turned around in a half-circle.

“Oh, good,” he said, sighing with relief. “Everyone’s all there.”

“Junpei, come on! What did you finally do?”

He closed his eyes. “I found it. The timeline where we all got each other the best presents.”

“You mean to say that you —”

“— Oh, don’t try to pretend you didn’t do it either.” He blinked his eyes back open and frowned up at her. “I got the idea from you, after all. When you tased yourself in one timeline, I think it’s after I gave Carlos a cat pillow, I decided to follow you.” He shrugged, then idly brushed down the front of his dress shirt. “Then I kept ending up in all these timelines where two of us didn’t like our presents, and then I started looking for the one where we all got good presents.”

Akane stared down at him, and Carlos nudged her.

“I… kinda did the same thing,” he said, ducking his head in embarrassment. “And I ended up in a couple of timelines where it was even worse. Sean’s painting of us was missing, or some of us were missing from it. And you two would be like, ‘Don’t you remember? So-and-so died months ago.’ It was awful.” He shuddered, and Akane put her hand on his arm.

“So I wonder what was so bad about this history to make us all want to SHIFT out of it?” Junpei muttered, and Akane glanced down at the coffee table, then at the floor.

“I think I know,” she said, then bent down toward Junpei, “but before I tell you, please Junpei, take my hand.”

“And mine,” Carlos added, reaching out toward Junpei. He sighed, then, grumbling, lifted of his hands to grab onto theirs.

They all groaned as they lifted him up onto his feet. He dusted his shirt again, then resumed crossing his arms as he glowered at the tree, almost as if in betrayal. “So, what’s so terrible about this universe? Why did the other versions of us SHIFT out of here?”

After a moment’s thought and another cursory sweep across the apartment, Akane pronounced, “I don’t think anything major happened. In fact, I think everything leading up to this night happened just like the first timelines we each experienced. But look around!”

“Oh,” Carlos said, his gaze sweeping all around the apartment too. “I think I get it.”

“That’s right,” Akane confirmed, nodding. “I don’t think we got each other any present.”

Junpei smacked his forehead with his palm and Carlos looked down at his feet.

That’s why we kicked ourselves out of the best timeline,” Akane continued. “We all must’ve forgotten to get each other presents!”

“And SHIFTed to the timeline where we all ended up getting each other the best ones,” Carlos finished. “That was my goal. I kept SHIFTing because I wanted the perfect timeline for the both of you. The problems was, I kept ending up in horrible universes, especially ones where you both weren’t happy. I couldn’t stay in those. I love you guys too much to see you miserable like that.”

“Oh!” Akane put her hand over her heart, her voice wavering. “Carlos!”

“Uh, yeah,” Junpei murmured, “I couldn’t stand seeing you two so disappointed when you saw your presents, but obviously trying to hide it.”

“Hmm,” Akane said, lifting her hand up to cup her chin in thought, “y’know, this reminds me a lot of the classic Christmas story.”

It’s a Wonderful Life?” Carlos asked, raising his head to look at her, his expression a bit less glum.

Home Alone?” Junpei asked, looking confused.

“No! It’s about a couple who both want to get each other the perfect gift. The husband has a watch, and the wife has beautiful hair. So, the husband sells his gold watch to get his wife combs, but when he gets home…”

“He finds out his wife cut her hair, to get him something for his watch,” Carlos finished, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”

“Well, that sucks,” Junpei said. “Kind of a letdown, if you ask me.”

Akane lifted her hand to pinch Junpei’s cheek quickly. “But if you think about it, it’s actually got a nice message. They loved each other so much that they would give up their most treasured possessions to make the other person happy. And it ties back to the Biblical tale of three kings who traveled far and wide to bring gifts to a baby who had been born on Christmas day. I think one of the ending lines of the story is, ‘Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest.’”

Junpei rolled his eyes and said, “I dunno, Akane. I mean, look at where we ended up. We didn’t get each other any gifts in this universe! No, instead we got sucker-punched here, after all of us tried hard to make each other happy. I guess none of us are wise.”

“Well, I think we’ve learned not to mess around with SHIFTing for something like this,” Carlos pointed out. “I mean, before today, none of us have tried to SHIFT since we got out of the dessert, right? And none of us had been switched out into some life-threatening situation in another universe in the past twelve months. So maybe all the SHIFTing we did do this time made it easier for our other selves from this history to trade places with us.”

“Hmm,” Akane said, “I’d have to think about that a bit more, but yes, I think that’s a good theory! And what’s even better, I still remember the timeline where you got me information on a lead to the terrorist.”

“You what?” Junpei asked, whipping his head to face Akane, his eyes as wide as saucers

“That’s right! So it wasn’t all a waste,” Akane said, beaming. “And what’s more,” she held up her right hand, displaying her engagement ring, “We all must still be together in this universe!”

“Hey, you’re right!” Carlos said, looking down at his own right hand.

Junpei scoffed at that, but Carlos slyly lifted Junpei’s hand as well, and his engagement ring sparkled as brightly as Carlos’s.

“You put it back on tonight! Trust me, this is a much better outcome than some of the timelines I’ve seen.”

Junpei gazed up into Carlos’s eyes, and Akane looked on, tears threatening to spill out over onto her cheeks as she saw Junpei’s morose expression finally soften.

“Exactly!” she said, wiping the corners of her eyes with her sleeve as her fiances kissed lovingly. “So you two know what this means, right?”

“Hell yeah, I do!” Junpei said, quickly turning to bend down and snatch up her taser, which she had left on the floor. “Let’s switch back with those assholes!”

“Ugh, no!” Akane said, stilling Junpei with her hand on his arm. “That’s the complete opposite of what I meant!”

“She’s right, you know,” Carlos said, grinning over at her. “We may not have ended up in the most ideal universe, but we can look at the bright side of things! We’re not going to die. We’re together. Maybe Christmas isn’t about what you get for your loved ones, but rather, who you’re lucky enough to be with. “

“Y-yeah, I guess you’re right,” Junpei said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Being with both of you is what’s important.”

“And I’m giving this back to Diana,” Akane said, gently taking the taser away from Junpei and squeezing his hand. After a moment, he squeezed hers back.

“C’mon, gather round!” Carlos said, taking out his phone from his back pocket. “Let’s send everyone a holiday photo, from all of us.”

Akane and Junpei nodded and they moved around so Akane stood in the middle, angling Carlos’s phone to get all three of them in the shot, with the painting behind them.

“Okay everyone!” Carlos said when they were all comfortably posed, their arms around each other and pressing their heads together. “Say, ‘Have a very SHIFTy Christmas!’”

“Wait, isn’t that what we just said not to do?” Junpei said just as Carlos was about to take their picture.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Whoops.”

Akane laughed, kissing Junpei on the cheek, then Carlos. “How about instead, we say, ‘Have a very Jumpy Christmas?’” she suggested.

“Much better,” Carlos said, and even Junpei grinned as Akane took their picture.