Title: A Christmas of Errors

Author: Spooky Spice

Rating: PG (for now)

Category: Romance/Humor

Spoilers: err... none, really.

Disclaimer: [checks records of ownership] Dang! I can't find the copyrights to the Gunmen or Jimmy/Yves anywhere! Guess that means I don't own them. [sighs]

Summery: Jimmy and Yves' first Christmas together. (Challenge response)

Feedback: Send all brightly wrapped packages to spookyspice24@yahoo.com

Author's Notes: This was a challenge issued on the All_about_Jimmy_and_Yves Yahoo! Group. As I said, this will probably end up being really cheesy, but oh well! Oh, and one other thing: in the story, Jimmy and Yves have been married since June. Enjoy!


(One week before Christmas.)

"What do you mean, you don't want a real tree?"

"Because I don't."

"But it's tradition!"

"We can find a perfectly nice artificial tree, Jimmy!"

"Why can't we have a real tree? My family's always had a real tree!"

"I'm allergic to pine, Jimmy. Unless you want me to asphyxiate this holiday season."

"Ok, ok, dine. Whatever you want," Jimmy sighed. He looked down at the floor, then back up at her with the big, blue puppy eyes he used to get what he wanted out of her.

Wasn't going to work this time. "It'll be ok, Jimmy. We'll pick a great tree that we can use year after year." Yves cajoled. She knew how to get what she wanted out of him, too.


Finally, Jimmy gave in (as he usually did). "All right. I don't want you sick over Christmas."

Yves Harlow-Bond slid her arms around her husband's waist. "We can decorate it the way you remember. And we can spray some Pine-Sol around if you feel it necessary."

He gave her that zillion-megawatt smile that never ceased to thrill her. "I love you, Yves."

"I love you, too." They stood in the living room kissing for a couple of minutes.

Jimmy broke it off just as it started to get passionate. "Ok, I have to go." He turned to head out the door.

Yves stood there for a second, swaying when he suddenly let her go. "Go? Go where?"

"Out. With the guys," Jimmy said, putting on his coat.

"Where are you going." Knowing them as she did, she feared the worse.

"Just out, Yves."

"You're not going to tell me?"

"It's a surprise, Yves!!" Jimmy cried.

Yves shook her head in amusement. "Ok, ok. Just don't do anything I have to bail you out of jail for," she teased.

Jimmy nodded. He headed for the door, then paused. "You have stuff to do around here, right? I mean, you're not going anywhere for a few hours."

Yves put her hands on her hips in mock-indignation. "You mean you want the 'little woman' stuck in the kitchen from now on?"

Jimmy looked panicked. "No, Yves! I didn't mean that..I don't want you to.."

God, he was cute. "Jimmy, relax." Yves laughed. "I was kidding. No, I won't follow you. Yes, I do have things to do."


Yves grinned. "Yes. Go out and do what you need to do. I'll be here."

Jimmy grinned back. "Ok, I'll be back."

"Be careful. It's getting icy out there," she called as he shut the door.