(*A/N : since everyone did a Christmas one shot, I decided I'd do one too…BUT dedicated to my
favorite drummer. Miss you Bob! Written after my favorite story, I do not own it, and I do not take
credit for it. I wrote this an appreciation for it. So I thought it would be fun to write. Although
this is during the Revenge era to reminisce the good times!! Thanks for reading and please review.
Silent readers are not golden. Xo Lissa*)
[/“So we agree, we're
not getting gifts this year right?” he asked with a slight smile as I nodded
I sighed as I remembered his words from a week ago.
We didn't want gifts this year, and too be honest it was a little rough this year. I had school and
barely helped out with the bills with my job. I was ashamed to say I couldn't afford any gifts this
year. Bob had been helping us above water the most with his sound tech job, and I felt very bad for
not being able to at least get him something, but it was just tough.
The snow fell down the
wonderful Chicago as I shivered under my wrap around coat. Lord only knows how long I've been
standing here. Looking at the thing he wanted most. Those custom made drumsticks that cost more than
the whole drum set. I guess the wood they used in them was a rare breed or some shit like that. I
watched him stare at those babies every time we'd walk down the plaza. I could see it in his eyes he
wanted them, but not for almost a thousand dollars, and especially when you need that thousand
dollars more than anything at that moment. I touched the glass before knowing what I had to do. I
nodded faintly to myself before turning around and heading back home, willing to do anything to get
him those drumsticks…
“But I thought this what you wanted, you been
bragging around it for God knows how long.” Brian asked confused while Bob shrugged and put
his hands in his pockets. He stared at his baby. His drum set that his dad had bought him only two
years ago after he passed. It was last gift to and he made it worth it. The drum kit was so precise,
he had only seen it around a couple times. He didn't know many people with a rotating riser.
“I know…but I need to take care of some stuff.” he replied softly as
“I understand man, just a shame. This baby is a real treat. Well, I'll
buy it from you no doubt, just if that's what you want.” he asked once more as Bob thought for
a moment. He really didn't want to sell his drum set. It was the only real memory of his father he
had left, but then there Sarah. A girl who was everything to him. He patronized her about no gifts,
but yet here he was. All because of that necklace. Real gold with a diamond to complete. She said
her grandmother had one just like it and after a while, they never made it anymore for some reason.
She didn't know that was untrue. He smiled as he looked at Brian and nodded.
Sarah rushed across the street as she breathed heavily. She hauled ass
home and back to plaza before it was too late. Let's not forget to mention it was Christmas Eve. She
sighed in frustration at all the last minute shoppers that were in her boat. She squeezed through
She stepped into the warm little building and exhaled deeply as she undid her scarf
to adjust to the sudden temperature change.
“Can I help you miss?” an elderly
man with salt and pepper hair, with gold rimmed glasses asked in a Chicago
“Please.” she said politely. She looked down at her hand before chewing
on her lip. She smiled and lifted her head back up.
“I'd like to sell my ring.”
she replied sliding off the memorable piece of jewelry and holding it up. It was rather flawless. It
belonged to her great grandmother that was passed down to her by luck. She remembered her
grandmother telling her the ring had traced back to World War 2. It was her favorite possession. She
didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know what it was worth.
“Well.” the man
said before taking the ring and studying it.
“That's a fine ring you've got there. You
sure you want to sell it?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Sarah felt her stomach twist but
she nodded in confirmation.
“Yes. It's very special to me, but I have someone that's
special too.” she smiled whole heartedly. The man shrugged before smiling.
need to explain sweetheart.” he replied as they finished the exchange. When it was over, Sarah
found herself walking back to the same old music store. She couldn't help but feel somewhat proud
that time, there would be no window shopping. She clutched the drumsticks close to her the whole way
home, knowing it was the right thing to do…
“Why do you always have to
argue about this? It's clearly obvious Superman is the best superhero, hence the name SUPER.”
he said exaggerating hand movement to emphasize his point. Sarah rolled her eyes while sipping her
“Just because he's super doesn't give him license to wear his underwear over his
tights. Besides Batman rules like a thousand times more, I just don't see why you can't understand
that.” she retorted as he stuck his tongue out at her.
“Fine. Just hush.” he retorted at her as she smiled in victory and
stole a kiss from him.
“You love me.” she sang as he rolled his
“Unfortunately.” he teased as she poked him.
“I have a
surprise for you.” she sang once more as he eyed her.
“You got me a stripper
cake?” he asked excitedly.
“You wish.” she retorted as he smiled at
“What surprise?” he asked curiously. She shrugged and got up before going to
bookcase where she hid the gift. She handed him the white wrapped box with a black bow on
“I thought we said-”
“I know, but I couldn't really help
myself.” she replied as he smiled at her before opening it with careful hands. He opened the
box and she saw his icy blues eyes fill with shock.
“Are those…” he asked
speechless while she smiled and nodded.
“Are you happy?” she asked as he
“Hell yes, but…” he trailed off once more as she eyed
“What's wrong?” she asked curiously. He looked at her before
“I umm…I sold the drum set.” he replied
“What?” she asked frozen. “Why?” she asked sadly while he
reached into his hoodie and pulled out a box.
“Because of this.” he replied
handing her the rectangular box as she looked at him.
“I thought you said no
gifts.” she mocked with a slight smile while opening it. Her mouth dropped with a small gasp
as she studied the shiny necklace.
“Oh my God.” she whispered as he
“It turns out they still make these necklaces. I wanted you to have your own,
and I thought it would match your ring.” he replied as she looked at him before eyes filled
“What's wrong, you don't like it?” he asked worriedly as she shook
her head and cried.
“I s-sold my ring to get you the drum sticks.” she replied
carefully as he looked at her for a moment before closing his eyes.
“Oh my God.”
he replied as she shook her head.
“I didn't think you were going to…” she
trailed off as he nodded.
“I didn't think you were either.” he replied as she put
a hand to her forehead.
“I can't believe this.” she whispered before both of them
busted out laughing.
“This is just like that story.” she giggled as he shook his
“I didn't think it would ever happen to me. Of course.” he retorted as she
“If it's any consolation, I love the necklace.” she said in a hopeful
tone as he chuckled slightly at her before she felt guilt again and hugged him
“I'm sorry! I didn't mean for you to sell your drums, I just wanted to give
you something special for once because you do so much, and I'm sorry.” she whispered as he
rubbed her back.
“Hey now.” he said softly before raising her chin
“Don't cry honey, it's okay. I did it because I love you. I'm sorry you sold your
ring.” he replied.
“It was worth it. I did it because I love you.” she
mocked as he smiled and kissed her softly.
“Hey Sarah?” he
(*A/N: Cheesy I know, but it's one of my favorite pieces.
Thank you O. Henry for creating The Gift of The Magi (o: Hope you liked.*)