Judge Fudge Would Like To Be The Executioner, But He's Far Too Busy Being Delicious

A.N. Keep watching this space, I'm going to be adding to it.

Cookies

No one other than Yumiko herself was allowed to use her kitchen for more than average meal preperation. Dion had used it only a handful of times in the entire time they had lived in the quiant little cottage. When she had left him the house for a few days, she'd left specific instructions not to attempt anything drastic in her kitchen. The end result was that he had nothing in to actually cook.

Yumiko loved her kitchen. It was her space. Her kitchen classroom had to be set out for the ease of use by students, and even the communal kitchen had to be set up so others could use it. No, the kitchen in her home was her kingdom and she could rule over it however she liked. Only those she deemed worthy were allowed to even enter between the counters and attempt to cook something.

While no one was allowed to use it alone, Yumi didn't mind being there supervising. She couldn't just sit back and watch, however, she had to get stuck in and help. She kept utensils in specific places, sometimes not in the logical of places either which could lead to a lot of confusion for those that didn't know exactly where she kept everything. She couldn't help but smile as she watched expressions turn from focused to lost and confused.

The bell dangling from the pompom on her Santa hat jingled against her shoulder as she watched that change occur on Alex's face. Poppy was out shopping with her father, and since she didn't want to be on her own, Yumi had invited Alex to come over. She even enticed him with freshly baked Christmas cookies. What she didn't tell him though, was that he was going to be helping her make the cookies.

Chuckling softly to herself, she pushed off from her spot of leaning against the counter to over where he'd reached up to search through the cupboard near the cooker. "You keep stirring the caramel," she told him as she brushed her hand over his shoulder. "I'll get the saucepan."

"How do you find anything in here?" he asked, looking back down at the simmering caramel.

"I keep things where I find them easiest for me to find," she replied back as she crouched down before a cupboard and searched through the pots and pans with a clatter. "I assume you do the same in your dental surgery?"

"The nurse finds everything for me," he replied with a sly grin. "I don't even need to tidy up."

"Such a gentleman, Alex," she purred into his ear as she came up behind him, placing down the pan on a free hob, her other arm curling around his waist. "You should consider yourself special."

He grinned even more. "I do."

She faked shock, gasping and smacking his shoulder playfully, moving away from him to add ingredients to the new pan. "I meant about the fact I'm letting you in my kitchen. Dion and I never really baked anything together."

"Never?" he sounded...sad? Yumi couldn't place the tone, but he didn't sound delighted by the fact he was getting special treatment compared to her ex-husband.

She smiled at him when he looked over at her. "We'd cook together sometimes, but whenever Christmas came around he preferred to steer clear of the kitchen. I have no complaints, he looked after Poppy instead. It was hard to cook anything and carry a baby around, and as she grew older he just continued to keep her company." She chuckled to herself. "Sometimes it was like the food magically appeared for them whenever I disappeared for a few hours."

"So why am I helping you?"

Bumping her hip against him, Yumi nudged him aside to take over stirring and adding things to the pots simmering away on the cooker. Since he was shifted out of the way, Alex moved to stand behind her, arms encircling her hips. "You're helping me because I wanted a change this year."

"Can we make the cookies tooth shaped?"

"No, Alex, teeth are not Christmasy." She turned down the heat on some and off on the others, then turned around in his arms and smiled brightly up at him. "But I suppose we can have one that's shaped like a tooth; just for you."


Merry Christmas

Christmas T.V. programs had to be the most boring programs ever developed for public viewing. No matter how many times he flicked through the channels, Sebastian just couldn't find anything to watch. Finally settling on something that didn't seem like it was going to rot his brain with happiness and technicolour cheer, Sebastian stretched out languidly over the sofa as he set the remote control down and prepared to sit and allow his brain to turn to mush for the duration on the Christmas holidays.

As he sat there, he heard the jingle of a bell. Glancing up from the television set, dark eyes caught sight of Rockstar trotting happily towards him. The puppy was the source of the sound as it jangled every time he moved closer right up to the point where he jumped up onto Sebastian's lap. Running his hand affectionatly over the dog's head, Sebastian noticed that the bell was attached to a green and red glittery bow.

"Did Kelsea put a bow on you?" he asked the dog, ruffling his fur.

Rockstar didn't reply verbally, only looked at him in that stupidly happy way every dog looks at its owner.

"You shouldn't let him jump up on the sofa," spoke a voice from behind the sofa. Tilting his head back to look upon the owner of the voice, he smiled at the gruff looking blond pulling the scarf away from his neck. "I don't want his fur all over my clothes."

"He's my dog; this is my home. If you don't want fur coated clothes, don't visit me."

"Hmph," was all that Florian replied with. With the obvious skill of someone exceptionally gracefull, Florian vaulted over the back of the sofa and sat himself down, shouldering Sebastian in an attempt to get him to move over and make space for him.

At the sudden appearance of the young blond man on his master's sofa, Rockstar leapt down and moved to lay on the floor next to where Sebastian put his feet only moments after the dog had left his lap. The weight of the dog was replaced with the weight of Florian's long slim legs, hooking them over Sebastian's lap.

"I hope you didn't break my lock when you broke in," Sebastian said, stroking his hand down Florian's leg.

"I don't need to break in anymore; I have a key." Ignoring the television, Florian buried his nose in a book.

"Funny, I don't remember giving you a key."

"I never implied that you did." Florian looked up over the top of his book. He wasn't smiling, but Sebastian could see the childish smirk that was hiding beneath somewhere.

His relaxing in front of the T.V. had been interrupted, and it was highly unlikely he was going to be able to sprawl out on the cushions with Florian stretched out over him. "Florian?"

"Hmmm?"

"Joyeux Noel."

That got a visible smile out him.


My, My, My

Ewan rubbed his eyes in his sleep and rolled over, shifting closer to the body of warmth that was laying next to him. He was too deep in sleep to hear the voices talking in hushed whispers near the bed.

"We can't possibly wake them now, Jamie," said one voice.

"But its Christmas. When have we ever let the twins sleep in past nine on Christmas morning?" responded another.

"But look at how cute they look!" exclaimed the first. "My baby looks so happy snuggled up with him; I can't bring myself to break them apart just because you want your Christmas tradition."

"If we don't, Wednesday in all her pregnant glory is going to come in here and wake them up - or Jojo. Do you really want to set that sex offender on Sam?"

"Have you woken them up yet?" asked a third voice.

"Kate doesn't want to wake her baby boy," said the first voice.

"Raleigh's been awake since five this morning. If you don't hurry he's going to pass out on the couch and drool all over your cushions," replied the third.

"Uncle Raleigh will pay for the cleaning bill if he ever thinks he's going to drool on my couch!"

"Sshhh...Sam just moved."

"He's not dead, Jamie."

"I'm not asleep either," said the one curled up with Ewan. "Is this how you wake Ewan every Christmas?"

"He normally doesn't have someone in bed with him, so we're usually a bit more...expressive when waking him up."

Ewan mumbled, nuzzling his face into the warmth of the torso next to him. "They're watching us, aren't they?" he mumbled sleepily.

That was all the announcement the trio needed. Suddenly the curtains were thrown back to allo the sun to stream in, and shouting and hooting began.

"Morning sunshine!" exclaimed his mother. "Santa's been and left you lots of presents!"

Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm, Ewan sat up and glared at his parents. Elliot hung in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. "I think I would have preferred you coming in and jumping on me to wake me," he said. "Other than you all watching me sleep."

"But you two looked to cute together!" Kate announced. "I won't run off with your blankets this year; I don't think your father would like to find out if Sam sleeps naked or not."

"Just because you want a look.." Jamie grumbled, tugging his wife towards the door. "Let them get up then. We're not opening presents in Ewan's room."

Ewan sat wrapped up in the warm blankets, watching his crazy parents and their friend leave. Once the door had shut behind them, he looked over at Sam and gave a sheepish smile. "Merry Christmas, Sam."

It was about ten minutes later, but Sam and Ewan left Ewan's bedroom and entered the living room. The Christmas tree took up most of the space; beautifully decorated in reds and golds. Ewan had expected a few more visitors than just Elliot, Raleigh and their adopted kids. Brook was about fifteen by now, and Andra about eleven. It felt like years since he'd seen them. Wednesday looked tired as she stretched out over the other couch, her feet in Jojo's lap. Out of all the people in Ewan's extended family, Jojo was the only one never to have kids. It was just him and his boyfriend Aubrey. Speaking of the other man, he wasn't with Jojo.

"Where's Abbie?"

Jojo looked up from massaging Weds' feet. "He's spending it with his sister," he said. "I wanted to come see my Godson and his new toy." He grinned up at Sam who had come up behind Ewan. "Hello, nurse!"

Sam merely smiled at him and sat down next to Raleigh. Raleigh was safe territory. He'd lived near Sam's childhood home and Sam had practically grown up with him around. His mother had used him and Elliot as babysitters when he'd been little.

"Jojo, don't rape the poor lad," Kate said as she knelt down in front of the tree with all its presents built up around the base. "He's Ewan's boyfriend, and therefore out of bounds for you." She rummaged around in the presents, inspecting the labels before passing them out one by one. "Plus, I don't think Aubrey would approve of you molesting someone half your age."