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shanachie_quill) wrote2011-02-09 10:21 am
shanachie_quill) wrote2011-02-09 10:21 am
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FIC Christmas Cookies
Title: Christmas Cookies
Characters: Henry Foss/Cee Macleod, Big Guy
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: A Christmas tradition helps reassure Cee.
Rating: PG
Spoilers None for the show, some for my series with Cee
Warnings: Sugar shock
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me
Author's Note: I had the idea that it was cute for the Sanctuary group to make cookies for the holiday season. Obviously I’m a bit behind on posting them. I’m working on a kids’ version with Henry and Ashley. I'll link it through when I finish it.
“Hey!” Henry popped to his feet as Cee shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing sleepily at her eyes. “You’re supposed to be in bed and sleeping…or something.”
“I was…but I was cold and I woke up and you weren’t there,” she almost whined as she cradled her mid-section. He wasn’t sure if it was the unintentional motion of a pregnant woman to protect the life that sheltered there or born of the beating she’d suffered from her clan; whichever it brought out his instincts to protect her.
He came around the butcher block table, automatically wrapping an arm around her shoulders and placing himself between her and the others in the room even though he knew they weren’t a threat. “How did you find me?”
“Smelled you,” she replied. She frowned at the memory. “It wasn’t easy,” she complained. “Do you have to wander around so much?”
A chuffing sound drew her attention and she tensed, relaxing when Henry growled softly in the back of his throat. He’d figured out early on that the sound eased her fears. “It’s just Biggie,” he reminded her softly.
“He does tend to wander about,” a deep voice answered. The larger Abnormal was careful to stay on his side of the kitchen but he knew Cee needed to get used to the others and regain some of her equilibrium. “You did a good job finding him,” he praised.
She smiled tentatively, but didn’t leave the security of Henry’s shadow. Henry sighed at the move. “Did you need something in particular?” he asked after a few minutes of them just standing. She shook her head, hooking the fingers of the hand that wasn’t protecting her belly in his belt loops. Kissing the side of her head, he motioned towards the seat he’d been in before she entered. “I’m gonna go back to work then. You can stay here, go back to bed, or come join me.” Unwrapping his arm, he crossed the room again and re-took his seat, careful not to walk between her and Big Guy so she could see them both at all times.
For a few more minutes, Cee hovered in the doorway before she crept into the room and in slow increments made her way over until she was standing at Henry’s side. The whole time she kept one eye on Big Guy who was careful to move in slow, even steps. Finally at Henry’s side, she peered down at what he was doing. “What’s that?”
“I’m decorating Christmas cookies,” he answered. “Do you want to help?”
“He’s not allowed to bake them,” Big Guy rumbled as he set a pan of cookies to cool on the rack.
Cee frowned. “Why not?”
Henry looked sheepish. “I might have set the oven on fire once.”
“How…” she paused. “Really? I never would have guessed. But how did you manage that?”
Henry hid his smile at the almost normal comment from her and continued to frost the cookie as he answered, “I thought they would bake better if I put the oven on a higher temperature. I just forgot to factor in how long I should leave them in the oven.”
“Oh. Well.” Cee frowned. “I can see how that might…” She stopped, her free hand going to her stomach. “Oh.”
Henry spun on his stool as she looked down. “Is something wrong? Should we get Doc?”
Cee shook her head, her eyes widening. “No. No. Nothing’s wrong.” She grabbed one of his hands, pressing it against her. “The baby moved.” She held his hand tightly as they both waited until a moment later he felt just the slightest of bumps against his hand. “She’s okay,” Cee said softly as she met his eyes. “She’s okay.”
Henry leaned forward, pressing his lips against her forehead as his free hand drew her to him. “You both are,” he whispered.
Characters: Henry Foss/Cee Macleod, Big Guy
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: A Christmas tradition helps reassure Cee.
Rating: PG
Spoilers None for the show, some for my series with Cee
Warnings: Sugar shock
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me
Author's Note: I had the idea that it was cute for the Sanctuary group to make cookies for the holiday season. Obviously I’m a bit behind on posting them. I’m working on a kids’ version with Henry and Ashley. I'll link it through when I finish it.
“Hey!” Henry popped to his feet as Cee shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing sleepily at her eyes. “You’re supposed to be in bed and sleeping…or something.”
“I was…but I was cold and I woke up and you weren’t there,” she almost whined as she cradled her mid-section. He wasn’t sure if it was the unintentional motion of a pregnant woman to protect the life that sheltered there or born of the beating she’d suffered from her clan; whichever it brought out his instincts to protect her.
He came around the butcher block table, automatically wrapping an arm around her shoulders and placing himself between her and the others in the room even though he knew they weren’t a threat. “How did you find me?”
“Smelled you,” she replied. She frowned at the memory. “It wasn’t easy,” she complained. “Do you have to wander around so much?”
A chuffing sound drew her attention and she tensed, relaxing when Henry growled softly in the back of his throat. He’d figured out early on that the sound eased her fears. “It’s just Biggie,” he reminded her softly.
“He does tend to wander about,” a deep voice answered. The larger Abnormal was careful to stay on his side of the kitchen but he knew Cee needed to get used to the others and regain some of her equilibrium. “You did a good job finding him,” he praised.
She smiled tentatively, but didn’t leave the security of Henry’s shadow. Henry sighed at the move. “Did you need something in particular?” he asked after a few minutes of them just standing. She shook her head, hooking the fingers of the hand that wasn’t protecting her belly in his belt loops. Kissing the side of her head, he motioned towards the seat he’d been in before she entered. “I’m gonna go back to work then. You can stay here, go back to bed, or come join me.” Unwrapping his arm, he crossed the room again and re-took his seat, careful not to walk between her and Big Guy so she could see them both at all times.
For a few more minutes, Cee hovered in the doorway before she crept into the room and in slow increments made her way over until she was standing at Henry’s side. The whole time she kept one eye on Big Guy who was careful to move in slow, even steps. Finally at Henry’s side, she peered down at what he was doing. “What’s that?”
“I’m decorating Christmas cookies,” he answered. “Do you want to help?”
“He’s not allowed to bake them,” Big Guy rumbled as he set a pan of cookies to cool on the rack.
Cee frowned. “Why not?”
Henry looked sheepish. “I might have set the oven on fire once.”
“How…” she paused. “Really? I never would have guessed. But how did you manage that?”
Henry hid his smile at the almost normal comment from her and continued to frost the cookie as he answered, “I thought they would bake better if I put the oven on a higher temperature. I just forgot to factor in how long I should leave them in the oven.”
“Oh. Well.” Cee frowned. “I can see how that might…” She stopped, her free hand going to her stomach. “Oh.”
Henry spun on his stool as she looked down. “Is something wrong? Should we get Doc?”
Cee shook her head, her eyes widening. “No. No. Nothing’s wrong.” She grabbed one of his hands, pressing it against her. “The baby moved.” She held his hand tightly as they both waited until a moment later he felt just the slightest of bumps against his hand. “She’s okay,” Cee said softly as she met his eyes. “She’s okay.”
Henry leaned forward, pressing his lips against her forehead as his free hand drew her to him. “You both are,” he whispered.