"No, Methos. I don’t care if you aren’t this romantic in ‘real’ life. I’m the author, and you’ll act how I want you to act," I said with as much authority as I could muster.

"Well, then, maybe I don’t want to be in your stupid Christmas story," he retorted with his usual flair for the dramatic.

"Fine, then maybe Duncan would like a special visit from Amanda. Or maybe he and Richie could become ‘better’ friends."

His look spoke volumes. "You wouldn’t?"

"Wouldn’t I? Maybe you need a visit from the Kronos muse. As a matter of fact, I think you’ve been extremely naughty this year and deserve --"

"Okay, okay," he interrupted. "I get the point. Damn, Lis, you’re starting to be a real slave driver."

"I learned from the best," I whispered under my breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. Now just go sprawl out on the couch. I’ve got more muse problems to deal with."

He wandered off towards the kitchen. I prayed silently that I had enough beer to last the night.

"Next!" I yelled.

"Lisa, sweetheart, what’s the problem?"

"Oh, Duncan, it’s you," I said, a bit more control in my voice. "What’s your complaint?"

"I don’t have one," he said, smiling most beautifully.

"Then why are you here?" I asked a bit impatiently. This was ‘solve the muse’s problem’ time. <Didn’t he get the memo?>

"To thank you for all the wonderful effort you’ve been putting forth on your Duncan/Methos stories," he said softly.

"Oh, Duncan, thank you for being so easy to work with."

"You’re welcome. Oh, by the way, happy birthday."

"You remembered."

"Well, it’s not like I could forget. It’s one of the most special things we share."

He kissed me on the cheek and walked away, probably to clean up the kitchen. It sure needed it!

"Next," I called.

The hall closet door swung open, and Mulder looked around cautiously before exiting.

"All’s clear, Mulder. So, what’s your problem?"

"I’m just not sure who to pick—"

I held up my hands. "Just stop right there! This is your decision. Well yours, and TPTB, but you have to make up your mind yourself! There is not enough room in that closet for you and Krycek and Skinner! So get your scrawny ass back in the closet and make up your mind. I’m gonna need you and whomever for a New Year’s Eve party!"

"But--"

"GO!"

I watched him walk away, resisting the urge to bite that lower lip. Hell, if it drooped any lower, he might just trip over it. He stopped before he closed the door.

"You mean we don’t get a Christmas story?" The pout was priceless.

"Consider this your Christmas story. It was written at Christmas! Go!" I pointed for emphasis and he went. The door closed with a quiet click.

"You ready for us?" Blair asked from the spare bedroom.

"Was Jim listening in again?" I accused.

"Just doing his job as a Sentinel. You know, protect, defend—"

"Yeah, I know the whole spiel. So, what’s your problem?"

Blair launched into his speech, while Jim just sat back and watched him go. Hell, I watched too. It was an amazing thing to watch Blair work the room, he paced and gestured. He should have been in the national debate championships.

"…and further more, Jim and I think we are underused and under appreciated as muses. You have two unfinished Sentinel stories with no scheduled dates for completion. We were overlooked for Thanksgiving while Mulder and his flavor of the day got top billing. We feel that we give you our undivided attention, and we are only asking for equal time."

He finished with a dramatic flair and then took his place next to his lover on the couch. <He must be spending too much time with Methos!>

"You’re right," I offered quietly.

They both looked at me like my head had just popped off, and they were gonna have to call Mulder in to investigate.

"What?" they said in unison.

"You’re right, you are underused. But you’re wrong if you think I don’t appreciate you two. I have a Christmas story all planned and plotted out; I just need to sit down and write it."

"Really?" Blair said in amazement. He was such a little kid at heart.

"Really. I just need you two to be a little patient with me."

"Sure, no problem. We just wanted you to know how we felt."

"Thanks guys, now I do."

The made their way back to the spare room and I returned to my computer. <I have a hell of a lot of work to do!>

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