Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Category: gen

Rating: G

Word Count: 203

Notes: Written for the LiveJournal group MFUWSS December 2009 Challenge #24 – “Santa”

 

 

 

Noises drew him from his watchful circuit of the house. The thick carpets swallowed his footsteps as he darted through the darkness, gun in hand and nerves singing. It was nearly midnight on Christmas Eve.

Someone was moving about in the family room. Everyone was upstairs sleeping, or trying to sleep; since THRUSH had targeted the scientists’ families, UNCLE had placed agents in each home to insure that there would be no incident. Evil secret societies thirsting to rule the world would not give up easily, nor would it observe truce, even during this sacred time — not when the stakes were so high.

There was definitely someone in the room; light shone through a door ajar. It fell across his face in a golden stripe as he peered inside.

A small smile gentled his mouth. Tucking his gun back into his shoulder holster, he pushed the door open. In the armchair by the fire a small pajama-clad figure lay wrapped in a blanket, fighting sleep.

“Wanna see Santa,” she murmured in his ear as he carried her upstairs. “I brought his favorite cookies.”

“I’ll see he gets them,” he promised softly, tucking the blanket under her chin. “Provided he knows the correct passwords.”