Tangible Schizophrenia

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Season's Greetings

Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen, but overall series has Will/Jack/Elizabeth/Anamaria/Norrington
Feedback: Much enjoyed.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Holiday drabble in the 'Game'-verse.

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Arms akimbo, Anamaria glared up at the top of the van. "Turner, y'gettin' off an' down, now, 'fore I call the fire squad."

"Not until you promise!" he yelled back, rumpled head appearing briefly over the side before Will drew back.

"Mon dieu," she growled, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Con, I like you 'cause y're decent an' smart an' y'take good care o' computers, an' better care o' Lizabeth. I don' like you 'cause I want t'bed you."

"Promise first!"

Dropping her head, Anamaria grumbled bilingual complaints to La Sirène, then heaved a breath. "Fine. I swear on Maman's bones that I ain't goin' t'throw you down an' screw you. Happy?"

"No. Satisfied." Will agilely leapt from van to ground, then smoothed his hair back into a short ponytail. "Okay. So you want to start with the guns or the shiny pretties?"

"Quoi?" Blinking, Anamaria displayed a flicker of rare confusion. And then she got it. "Bête homme," she muttered, snatching an elbow and dragging him toward her car. "I'm all woman; y'think I need help wi' spending money?"

"Wait a minute," Will objected, sounding very puzzled as he quickstepped in a futile effort to catch up. "But you said-"

"I said, I'm goin' on a buyin' trip an' I need help. As in, I need carryin' help. Comprend?" Shaking her head, Anamaria mostly tossed Will into the car seat and sauntered around to the driver's side.

"Oh." In a very small voice, Will continued, "Sorry. It's just that, well, everyone else, y'know?"

"Yeah," she replied, snorting. "Hell, th'parrot knows." Twisting the key in the ignition, she got the car onto the highway and up to ninety before she spoke again. "But seein' as y'brought it up, mind if I help you wi' Jack's gift?"

"How'd you-" Will gave up, throwing his hands in the air. "Never mind. Sure. You can share credit, as long as you don't ask me for help with anyone else. God, what'd you all do before Jack fell on me?"

"Bugged Jaime," Anamaria answered succinctly. Her and Will's chuckles blurred as she sideswiped over two lanes into the exit ramp.

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