JON WALKER ACTUAL FAX SAVES CHRISTMAS FOR REAL

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I really really really wanted to write a cheesy romantic Hallmark Christmas AU! You know, where Spencer is having the worst Christmas Eve ever, and he has to deal with shit at work and seeing his ex (Patrick) at the holiday party and his best friend, Frank, who is SO ANNOYING even though he loves the little shit - and for the purposes of ANGELS, Ryan is dead and Jon Walker is MAGIC, because this is HALLMARK - and Brendon has a crush on him, only Spencer is totally not interested, Brendon drives him even more crazy than Frank. And Brendon's all, "What are you doing for Christmas?" because, see, Brendon's got no family, or at least none that want to see him, and Spencer just wants Brendon to leave him alone, so he's all mean to him - he doesn't know about Brendon's sad life, because Brendon's so HAPPY all the time - and Spencer has to do last minute shopping and he's all HARRIED and he doesn't HATE Christmas, but he really could deal without all the bustle this year. And ANYWAY, Jon Walker is the new coffee dude at Spencer's favorite coffee place, and he's all MYSTERIOUSLY AMUSED by Spencer and TOO AFFABLE and he knows Spencer's order before he gives it to him, and then, I don't know, Spencer runs into Brendon outside the coffee shop and he's SUPER MEAN to him for some reason and Brendon's all "...?" and TEARY EYED and he doesn't know what he ever did to Spencer to make him hate him so much, and Spencer's all sigh, whatever, "I'm sorry," and Brendon's all sad smile and, "It's okay," and he walks off and Spencer's like, "Shit, I suck," and the next day, Christmas Morn, he feels even WORSE about Brendon, just thinking about his face, so he looks up his employee crap at work and finds out where he lives and he goes over and Brendon's all ALONE, but he's all buck up, camper and he LIES THROUGH HIS TEETH and Spencer doesn't realize until later that night that he's basically made Brendon's holiday HORRIBLE, and he's UPSET and he finds himself outside of the coffee shop and Jon Walker's all, "Hey," with a cigarette and a cup of coffee, mysteriously THERE, and Spencer finds himself spilling out the whole story and how he feels sucky and his family's mad at him and everything's just WRONG and Jon Walker's like, "You could have a do-over," and Spencer's all, "...?" and Jon's like, "A Christmas do-over man, everybody gets one, haven't you ever watched the Hallmark channel?" and then he touches Spencer in the middle of the forehead and everything goes black, and Spencer wakes up in his bed on Christmas Eve morning and he feels like there's something OFF, and he gets deja vu all morning, and then he sees Brendon and it HITS HIM and he's like HOLY SHIT JON WALKER. AND STUFF GETS FIXED.

And then at the very end Jon Walker's in the coffee shop by himself, cleaning up, and he's all, "So are you happy now?" and Ryan MATERIALIZES because HE'S A GHOST AND JON WALKER'S HIS BEST ANGEL PAL, and Ryan's all deadpanned, "Of course," and everything is awesome again. AND THUS JON WALKER SAVES CHRISTMAS.

THIS IS ALL I ACTUALLY WROTE BEFORE GIVING UP:

It isn’t that Spencer doesn’t like Christmas. He’s always been susceptible to seasonal warm fuzzies, and his family is just big enough to make Christmas day comfortable and fun and a little crazy. It’s just that this Christmas, right now, is going pretty shittily, and he doesn’t have the energy to fight himself into a good mood.

“You fucking suck, Smith,” Frank says, dropping down into the chair across from Spencer. He’s got a red plastic cup in his hands, probably filled with vodka instead of the punch that’s set out.

Spencer frowns and rubs at his forehead. “I just want to get this done.” He wants to get it done, but more than that he wants to avoid Patrick. It’s been three months, and he’s okay, but he’s mostly okay because Patrick works on a different floor than him.

“It’s Christmas Eve, fucker, I think it can wait.” Frank leans forward, wrestling the mouse out of Spencer’s grip. “C’mon, have some punch and cookies, sing some carols, Gee’s trying to badger Bob into doing karaoke, it’ll be legendary.”

“Why are you even here?” Spencer asks, but he lets Frank kick at his shins until he pulls back from the desk.

Frank doesn’t work there, but he’s Spencer’s best friend and he’s stalking Bob, so he pretty much hides from office-manager Brian in Spencer’s office and hangs out on their floor whenever he’s off-shift from the coffee shop around the corner.

“I’m here to make sure you don’t mope all night, geez,” he pokes Spencer, “you can’t avoid Patrick for forever.”

“I could,” Spencer mutters.

“You could,” Frank says, nodding, “but then you’d be a raging pathetic homo mess, and I dealt with all that fallout after Ross, I don’t need it again.”

Spencer swallows, ignores the twinge in his chest at the mention of Ryan, and doesn’t bother pointing out that him and Ryan hadn’t broken up, and that he wasn’t even around to avoid. It’s been since high school, but Spencer doesn’t think there’s a point where having your boyfriend die on you becomes okay. “Because it’s all about you.”


“It’s always all about me,” Frank says.

The thing is, Frank’s kind of an insensitive prick, but it’s only because he doesn’t bother with any shit. His eyes are soft and understanding even while he’s hopping up to ring his arm around Spencer’s neck, dragging him down to his level and sloppily kissing his cheek.

“Asshole,” Spencer says, twisting out his grip.

“You love me.” Frank reaches up and squishes Spencer’s cheeks together with his palms. “Listen. Listen to me, Smithy.”


“What?”

“This is important,” Frank says earnestly.

“Okay, what?” Spencer says, exasperated.

Frank giggles, licks the tip of Spencer’s nose, then says, “Brendon has a crush on you,” and darts off into the hallway.

Spencer groans. Worst Christmas ever.