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Sara ([personal profile] scripted_sra) wrote2010-05-15 06:12 pm

Fake News (FPF) | Response Needed | G | Jon/"Stephen"

Title: Response Needed
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: G
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Summary: Stephen and Jon get a random holiday card.
Word Count: 215
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A/N: Originally an OT ficlet. I wanted to amuse myself by writing what would happen if I sent Jon and Stephen one of my holiday cards.

"Who is this person? I forget," said Stephen, glancing at the return address before he opened the Christmas card.

Jon got up from the couch and walked over, taking the envelope from him and checking the address as well. "I'm not sure. You send out so many cards."

But Stephen didn't appear to be listening anymore; he was frowning at the front of the card. Jon glanced over and immediately saw why: it depicted a penguin family with two baby penguins; one of the baby penguins was holding a menorah, and the other stood next to a Christmas tree. "Appropriate," Jon noted, and Stephen glared.

"Liberals," he muttered, mouth dropping open once he opened the card. "‘Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/generic secular winter holiday’?" he read, tone indignant.

Jon giggled. "So they were covering all their bases," he said.

"This is not funny, Jon!" Stephen exclaimed. "There’s more! ‘I hope these gay, interfaith penguins brighten your day.’ I'm going to have to write this person a long, long letter asking why they hate Christmas and want to ruin America."

Jon shook his head, amused. He didn't have to bother trying to stop Stephen; the man would write maybe four lines before he got bored and stopped, forgetting all about it. "Yeah, Stephen," he said fondly. "You do that."