Walker Advent calendar: Flap #6

Rate: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 444

“I hate the rain!” Kevin complains when they leave the apartment. Scotty hurries in front of him to get to the car. Even though it’s just parked a few steps from the entrance to the apartment building where they live, they are both practically soaked when they enter the car.


“I quite like it,” Scotty says when Kevin turns the engine on. “When I’m inside.” They drive through the empty streets, watching how the city has practically died from the large amounts of rain they’ve been blessed with lately.


“I mean, so many countries get to have snow and jolliness now, and I’ve always missed that,” Kevin says. “Growing up in sunny California has been great, I don’t know what I’d do without the sun, but this is not what I signed up for. I barely know how to start my wiper blades.”


Scotty laughs at Kevin’s very dramatic monologue. Every time they have anything but sunshine for a day or two, his mood follows.


“Just be glad we don’t have snow,” Scotty says.

“Yet,” Kevin adds quickly.

“Well, it would wipe out this entire city. People here have no idea what to do with snow. What would you do if you came out to your car one morning and it was covered with ice and snow?”


Kevin looks at Scotty when they stop at a red light.

“Call in sick?” Kevin suggests. Scotty makes a beeping noise.

“Wrong!” he exclaims. “And just for the record, waking up your husband for help is not the correct answer either.”


Kevin mutters something and Scotty hopes to God that it really won’t start to snow. He read somewhere that it hadn’t snowed in Los Angeles since the 60’s, so he figures either probability says chances are slim for it to do so now, or they say it’s about time to.


Kevin pulls into the small parking lot and parks the car, turning of the wiper blades. It only takes seconds before the windshield is so wet they can’t see the brick wall in front of them anymore.

“I don’t want to go out, maybe we could go to a drive-through?”


“Not a chance, Kevin Walker,” Scotty says and quickly gets out, slamming the door shut behind him and hurrying to the entrance. Kevin arrives there closely after him and together they enter the restaurant. The are greeted by silent music and lit candles, and showed to a small table by a window.


“See, this is when the rain is beautiful,” Scotty says and points out. Kevin takes his hand over the table and leans in to give his husband a quick kiss before their Sunday dinner.


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