Category: Fluff, Songfic
Spoilers: "A Merry Little Christmas"
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" was written by Ralph Blane and Hugh Martin. No infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: A sappy little songfic that takes place just after the end of "A Merry Little Christmas".
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light; from now on our troubles will be out of sight...
Mattie smiled as she climbed into Harm's Corvette. This was almost as cool as flying in a Stearman. She looked over at her new guardian. He was grinning at her. "So, what do you think?" he asked.
"Can I drive?"
He laughed. "Not until you get your learner's permit. And even then, no one drives this car. It's my baby."
Mattie made a face. "Aw, come on, Harm..." she wheedled.
"Nuh-uh," he shook his head. "I'll have to tell you the story of this car sometime." Mattie had the feeling that this man had a lot of stories to tell.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the yuletide gay; from now on our troubles will be miles away...
"Harm?" Mattie asked quietly.
"Why are you and Colonel MacKenzie so angry with each other? She's a really nice woman. Much better than that admiral guy." She wrinkled her nose.
Harm sighed. "We're not angry with each other, Mattie. We're just... on the outs right now."
"Okay." Mattie, though only fifteen, knew when to keep her thoughts to herself. This seemed to be the right time.
Here we are, as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more...
Harm opened the door to his apartment. "Welcome home, Mattie."
The teen's eyes filled with tears, which she held back. Home. She couldn't believe it. After being alone for six months, after looking after herself, after trying to be her own mother and father, she finally had a real home... a real family. She beamed at Harm.
Through the years, we all will be together, if the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bow...
"Where's your tree?" she asked Harm. Even she had had a tree.
"I, uh, haven't had time to get one," Harm replied sheepishly. "But we can decorate one next year. I promise."
Next year. Mattie hadn't looked that far into the future since her mom died. It was a bit scary. However, looking at her new guardian, she knew that there would be many future Christmases to enjoy. After all, Harm kept his promises.
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.