Quicksilver (X-men) One shots

Holidays

'Yes?' he asked, indicating for the person to come in.

The door slowly opened and Peter walked into the room. 'Hey dad.' Peter looked slightly nervous. 'do you have a minute?'

Erik had no idea what Peter wanted, but decided to follow his son anyway. He put down the book and slowly got up. He followed his son out of the room, down the stairs and into the library.

As Erik walked into the room a surprised, nostalgic and overjoyed smile forming on his face as his eyes fell on a menorah on the table.

Peter walked over to the table and smiled. 'I don't really know a lot about Hanukkah and the professor's library couldn't tell me much. But I did find out that today was the first day, and that you need these special candles... And since I though you probably didn't really celebrate Christmas... I wanted you to get to celebrate Hanukkah a little. I'm sorry that this is the best I could do...' There was still a nervous tone in Peter's voice, but the fact that he wasn't racing through the words he spoke were just another bit of proof, of how much Peter cared about doing this. And soon Erik surprised him with an embrace. He let go and looked at his son.

'It is wonderful, Peter. Thank you.' Erik lighted the first of the seven candles and smiled. 'It might not be exactly how Hanukkah is celebrated, but it is more than I could have ever hoped for. And I am so overwhelmed by the fact you did this for me.'

Peter's face lit up. 'Oh there's one more thing.' Peter pulled a small box from his jacket pocket and gave it to his dad.

Erik slowly opened in, and his smile grew even wider. In the box lay the necklace he had given to Nina, with the picture of his parents, and had once belonged to his mother. He had thought he had lost it in the whole apocalypse debacle. 'How did you get this, Peter. I lost it and don't even know where.'

Peter just chuckled. 'It took a while, but it was worth it, got it patched up. And I guess it's as good as new.'

Erik took out the necklace and held it to his chest. 'Peter, after my wife and daughter's death, I would have never had hoped to be happy again. Thank you so much for healing the whole in my heart, and allowing me to be a part of your life.' He looked down, and took a deep breath, nervous to say his next sentence. 'I love you, Peter.'

Peter's face seemed slightly frozen, taken aback by the comment but then he smiled, happy to hear his father say those words. He realized, a little bit excited, that it was the first time his father had said it to him. He hadn't realized it so far, but he had been waiting for it to happen. And now that it did, it made him really happy.

'I love you too, dad.'

It was Christmas morning when Peter was up at 5 in the morning, finishing the final decorations for the day. By 10:30 in the morning everyone still at the mansion was sitting around a large dining table, eating a massive Christmas brunch. There was laughter, lots of smiles and more food than anyone could imagine. After brunch everyone moved to the large living room and sat around the biggest Christmas tree the children had ever seen. The smiles on the children's faces when they found out they had received gifts on that Christmas days were enough to warm the coldest of hearts. The celebrations went on for hours, and by the time it had turned dark, Erik had gone outside to get some fresh air. After a while, Erik joined him.

'Why are you outside, Peter. You started this whole party, you shouldn't miss it.'

Peter chuckled slightly. 'I just needed some fresh air.'

'Won't your mom and sisters miss you for Christmas?' Erik asked. What he remembered of Marya he couldn't imagine her not being upset about Peter being away at Christmas. He didn't know much yet about Wanda, but the way Peter had talked about his half-sister, Claire, she would probably be upset too.

'I told her about what we were doing for the kids, and she understood. I'm going over tomorrow, to celebrate Christmas with them. Maybe a day late, but not less festive.' He shrugged.

Erik smiled. 'Of course.' Erik took a small gift out from his pocket and handed it to Peter. 'I figured, you deserved a gift as well, after everything you've done.'

Within the blink of an eyes the gift was unwrapped and a surprised and slightly confused look appeared on Peter's face. He looked down at the box in his hand, containing a slightly old, but seemingly expensive wrist watch.

'It was my father's.' Erik said, picking up on Peter's confusion. 'After my father died, my mother gave it to me, telling me to wear it and remember the great man my father was, and let that guide me in my life. I haven't worn it in years, since I am nowhere near the man my father was. You on the other hand... I think you could be. I used to try and live my life the right way in his memory. But lately I have been doing it for you, Peter, to try and be the father you deserve and stay out of trouble so you won't have to break my out of prison again.' They both chuckled. 'Honestly, I couldn't think of anyone better suited to have my father's watch, than his own grandson.'

Erik smiled. It was a smile of love and affection, slight sadness through the memories of his dad. But mostly it was a smile filled with pride, for his son. Peter just looked up at his dad, caught off guard by the heartfelt speech, and his father's pride and faith in him. He just smiled and said. 'Merry Christmas, dad.'

'MerryChristmas, Peter.'

A/N I got inspired to write in the Hanukkah part from another fanfic, I unfortunately don't remember which one, so I can't give direct credit, but I figured I should at least mention it.