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goodbyegraceful) wrote2017-12-16 08:12 pm
goodbyegraceful) wrote2017-12-16 08:12 pm
Entry tags:
(drabble) christmas in london (teen wolf, g)
Here's another (super duper late) Advent fic! Another should be up later tomorrow morning-ish!
Title: Christmas in London
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Jackson Whittemore/Ethan Steiner (I never knew Ethan's last name till now..)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,062 words
Warnings/Spoilers: Unless you never watched 6B, nope
Notes: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
impala_chick, who chose Jackson/Ethan as one of her options for this fic, and a Christmas/Holiday related prompt! Sooooo I went with Christmas Eve as the night they met, since the show never told us how they got together. Also, I made Jackson a bit more involved with the pack then he actually was. I hope you like! Written right in the post entry window on LJ, so any mistakes I apologize for!
Summary: A last minute client before Christmas leads to the beginning of a relationship...
'tick...tick...tick'
Jackson contemplated ripping the clock off of the wall and throwing it out the window. He was the last one left in the office, ordered by his boss to hang back and wait for a client. That client was running late. Snow fell heavily outside the office window, and he knew if he left, the firm would lose the client, and that would be his job. If he wanted to make partner in the new year, he had to wait. Even if it was Christmas Eve.
When he checked his phone for messages, he found none. Both Lydia and Derek texted him earlier on in the week to wish him a Merry Christmas, and Scott wanted Jackson in Beacon Hills for New Years. But nothing from his parents. They were both still angry that he ran away from home in the middle of his junior year of high school after emptying his trust fund and not letting them know. It was hard to explain to them that he'd briefly been a homicidal lizard and was now a werewolf.
The elevator chimed, pulling him from his thoughts. Jackson's law firm handled a variety of clients, including the art collector who he was waiting on. Or rather one of his employees, who was supposed to be dropping off some insurance information for the collector's latest acquisitions. Jackson stepped out of his office and froze. The client who was walking towards him also stopped in his tracks.
"I know you." They both spoke at the same time, and Jackson fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"You're Danny's Ethan," he said, remembering when Danny would send him pictures of the guy that he'd met in Beacon Hills.
The guy shook his head, "I was Danny's Ethan. We've been broken up for a while. But you're Danny's Jackson. And a werewolf."
"Technically, I'm part Kanima, part werewolf." Jackson knew it sounded as if he were bragging, but he didn't care.
Ethan's eyebrows rose. "Good for you."
His sarcasm made Jackson smile, and Ethan grinned in response. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a stack of papers and passed them to Jackson.
"Everything is ready for your boss to file. Sorry to keep you waiting, I know you probably have somewhere you'd rather be." Ethan said, and the fact that he seemed flustered now amused Jackson. He also didn't miss the hint of flirtation that was there.
"I don't have anywhere to be. Do you?" he asked boldly. Ethan shook his head. "Come have a drink with me."
"We can't get drunk." Ethan pointed out, though he willingly followed Jackson into his office.
"Doesn't mean we can't try," Jackson said reasonably. He watched Ethan drop his bag and sit in one of the two chairs in front of his desk, and wondered what the hell he was doing.
*
Jackson yawned as he let himself into his apartment. It was almost four in the morning, and already Christmas. He and Ethan demolished a bottle of scotch that was a present from one of the partners at the firm, neither of them getting anywhere near tipsy. They talked about Beacon Hills, about the pack. They talked about how irritating Stiles Stilinski had been and how much they actually missed the guy. Last Jackson heard, he was with the FBI, and he and Lydia were getting married. Stiles Stilinski was going to marry Lydia Martin. Neither of them could believe it, but it actually made perfect sense. They talked about Danny, who lived in Hawaii now, and they talked about Allison and Aiden. It wasn't all fun memories, but they talked well into the early morning hours.
No one at the law firm knew that he was a werewolf, none of his friends knew. He didn't know any packs in London. Keeping to himself meant staying alive, it was something he had adapted to. But it had been nice to know another shifter. Even if Ethan did think that Jackson didn't really have the tail of a Kanima, and no, he didn't want to see it.
The knock on his front door came hours later, and he realized that it was past one in the afternoon and he was still sleeping. He managed to worm his way out of half a dozen Christmas parties and family events that he'd been invited to, despite being the social creature that he was. Crawling from his bed, he realized that the scent of the person outside his apartment door was familiar.
"I realized around six this morning that we're both gonna be alone today," Ethan said as soon as Jackson opened the door.
"Um..." rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Jackson started to ask Ethan about family but remembered that his only family was dead. "sure, come in."
He stepped aside to let him in, pushing the door closed and blocking out the freezing winter air. Watching Ethan shrug out of his jacket and unwind his scarf, Jackson realized that he was standing there in his pajamas and made a vague gesture towards his bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back," he said, before disappearing into his room.
He shed a lot of his overconfidence since high school, but not all of it. Ethan was obviously there for a reason, besides having no one to spend Christmas day with. It was the same reason that made him stick around and have the many drinks the night before. Jackson wasn't going to kick him out.
Once dressed, he came out of his room and smelled coffee. Ethan had made himself at home in Jackson's kitchen and obviously knew how to use the painfully expensive coffee maker that Jackson only ever used in the mornings.
"I didn't ruin your plans today did I?" Ethan asked with a small smile.
Jackson shook his head. "My plans included doing absolutely nothing today, hard to ruin that."
They drank coffee, they argued over the documentaries on Netflix. There was a restaurant down the street that was open on Christmas and they ordered enough food to feed an army. Jackson bitched when Ethan paid. At the end of the night, he caught Ethan beneath the mistletoe that one of the neighbors hung at the top of the stairway, and he had to admit it was the best Christmas day that he'd had in a long time.
Title: Christmas in London
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Jackson Whittemore/Ethan Steiner (I never knew Ethan's last name till now..)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,062 words
Warnings/Spoilers: Unless you never watched 6B, nope
Notes: for
impala_chick, who chose Jackson/Ethan as one of her options for this fic, and a Christmas/Holiday related prompt! Sooooo I went with Christmas Eve as the night they met, since the show never told us how they got together. Also, I made Jackson a bit more involved with the pack then he actually was. I hope you like! Written right in the post entry window on LJ, so any mistakes I apologize for!Summary: A last minute client before Christmas leads to the beginning of a relationship...
'tick...tick...tick'
Jackson contemplated ripping the clock off of the wall and throwing it out the window. He was the last one left in the office, ordered by his boss to hang back and wait for a client. That client was running late. Snow fell heavily outside the office window, and he knew if he left, the firm would lose the client, and that would be his job. If he wanted to make partner in the new year, he had to wait. Even if it was Christmas Eve.
When he checked his phone for messages, he found none. Both Lydia and Derek texted him earlier on in the week to wish him a Merry Christmas, and Scott wanted Jackson in Beacon Hills for New Years. But nothing from his parents. They were both still angry that he ran away from home in the middle of his junior year of high school after emptying his trust fund and not letting them know. It was hard to explain to them that he'd briefly been a homicidal lizard and was now a werewolf.
The elevator chimed, pulling him from his thoughts. Jackson's law firm handled a variety of clients, including the art collector who he was waiting on. Or rather one of his employees, who was supposed to be dropping off some insurance information for the collector's latest acquisitions. Jackson stepped out of his office and froze. The client who was walking towards him also stopped in his tracks.
"I know you." They both spoke at the same time, and Jackson fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"You're Danny's Ethan," he said, remembering when Danny would send him pictures of the guy that he'd met in Beacon Hills.
The guy shook his head, "I was Danny's Ethan. We've been broken up for a while. But you're Danny's Jackson. And a werewolf."
"Technically, I'm part Kanima, part werewolf." Jackson knew it sounded as if he were bragging, but he didn't care.
Ethan's eyebrows rose. "Good for you."
His sarcasm made Jackson smile, and Ethan grinned in response. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a stack of papers and passed them to Jackson.
"Everything is ready for your boss to file. Sorry to keep you waiting, I know you probably have somewhere you'd rather be." Ethan said, and the fact that he seemed flustered now amused Jackson. He also didn't miss the hint of flirtation that was there.
"I don't have anywhere to be. Do you?" he asked boldly. Ethan shook his head. "Come have a drink with me."
"We can't get drunk." Ethan pointed out, though he willingly followed Jackson into his office.
"Doesn't mean we can't try," Jackson said reasonably. He watched Ethan drop his bag and sit in one of the two chairs in front of his desk, and wondered what the hell he was doing.
*
Jackson yawned as he let himself into his apartment. It was almost four in the morning, and already Christmas. He and Ethan demolished a bottle of scotch that was a present from one of the partners at the firm, neither of them getting anywhere near tipsy. They talked about Beacon Hills, about the pack. They talked about how irritating Stiles Stilinski had been and how much they actually missed the guy. Last Jackson heard, he was with the FBI, and he and Lydia were getting married. Stiles Stilinski was going to marry Lydia Martin. Neither of them could believe it, but it actually made perfect sense. They talked about Danny, who lived in Hawaii now, and they talked about Allison and Aiden. It wasn't all fun memories, but they talked well into the early morning hours.
No one at the law firm knew that he was a werewolf, none of his friends knew. He didn't know any packs in London. Keeping to himself meant staying alive, it was something he had adapted to. But it had been nice to know another shifter. Even if Ethan did think that Jackson didn't really have the tail of a Kanima, and no, he didn't want to see it.
The knock on his front door came hours later, and he realized that it was past one in the afternoon and he was still sleeping. He managed to worm his way out of half a dozen Christmas parties and family events that he'd been invited to, despite being the social creature that he was. Crawling from his bed, he realized that the scent of the person outside his apartment door was familiar.
"I realized around six this morning that we're both gonna be alone today," Ethan said as soon as Jackson opened the door.
"Um..." rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Jackson started to ask Ethan about family but remembered that his only family was dead. "sure, come in."
He stepped aside to let him in, pushing the door closed and blocking out the freezing winter air. Watching Ethan shrug out of his jacket and unwind his scarf, Jackson realized that he was standing there in his pajamas and made a vague gesture towards his bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back," he said, before disappearing into his room.
He shed a lot of his overconfidence since high school, but not all of it. Ethan was obviously there for a reason, besides having no one to spend Christmas day with. It was the same reason that made him stick around and have the many drinks the night before. Jackson wasn't going to kick him out.
Once dressed, he came out of his room and smelled coffee. Ethan had made himself at home in Jackson's kitchen and obviously knew how to use the painfully expensive coffee maker that Jackson only ever used in the mornings.
"I didn't ruin your plans today did I?" Ethan asked with a small smile.
Jackson shook his head. "My plans included doing absolutely nothing today, hard to ruin that."
They drank coffee, they argued over the documentaries on Netflix. There was a restaurant down the street that was open on Christmas and they ordered enough food to feed an army. Jackson bitched when Ethan paid. At the end of the night, he caught Ethan beneath the mistletoe that one of the neighbors hung at the top of the stairway, and he had to admit it was the best Christmas day that he'd had in a long time.