Marcus found a note on the kitchen counter near the owl treats. He recognized his dad's handwriting, so he opened the note. It said that Jonathan and Claire and the kids were arriving at supper time to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas. Marcus realized he hadn't bought a single present, hadn't gotten a tree, and hadn't gotten out the stash of brand new holiday decorations that they'd bought when they'd moved in to the cottage. He had laid the note back on the counter to get out tea mugs.
"Tea will be ready in a moment," Marcus said. "I already put a pot of Robert's Christmas tea on. I hadn't gotten to making any coffee yet."
While Marcus was talking about the tea, Angus transfigured his clothes into running clothes, and he went over to Marcus and handed him the pack of cigarettes that Sarah had given him, deliberately showing him the pack was unopened and the book of matches hadn't been touched.
"Keep these for me, please," Angus said quietly. Then he told Marcus pointedly. "They're unopened."
"Yes. I see that. I'll come with you."
"Its just a run...." Angus said.
"Then you won't mind me coming with," Marcus said. "We won't be long, Ruby. You know, blowing off steam is sometimes a good thing." Angus left the duplex, and Marcus transfigured his clothes to running clothes quickly and followed Angus out to the track. Angus was running hard and fast, pushing himself for all he was worth. As they were running, Marcus noticed there were more footprints in the snow on the track. Someone else had either been running or was running still. That wasn't unusual, though. Marcus was running right alongside Angus, step for step.
They had gotten halfway around the short track and were headed to make it all the way around the long track when Angus suddenly stopped short, clutching his head, his headache really escalating. Marcus clutched at him.
"Run's over," Marcus told him quietly. "We need to..." He had been in the process of telling him he thought they needed to consult Robert, but at that moment he caught a glimpse of Michael through the trees. Michael had just reached a switchback on the track. "Michael, is Robert in the main house?" Marcus called. "Angus's headache is out of control."
"He's right here. He's with me," Michael said. "We're on our way." Robert and Michael dashed through the brush to where Marcus and Angus were.
"It's okay. Don't fuss," Angus was telling Marcus in an edgy tone when Robert and Michael got there.
"Let me see," Robert said quietly, laying his hands on Angus's head. "You were not up to a hard run today, not with that hit to the head. And there's more since I checked this last. There is a huge new tension component. What are you so stressed about...."
"Nothing! It's fine!" Angus fairly exploded at Robert, but that only made the pain worse.
"Stop," Robert said quietly. "That isn't going to help. Nothing or not, tell me anyway..."
"They don't bloody trust me. Neither of them..." Angus said.
"Who doesn't?" Robert frowned.
"Is this about the cigarettes?" Marcus asked.
"It was just a bloody pack of cigarettes--an unopened pack that, incidentally, I did not ask for. And she didn't trust me to know whether Amari was safe, despite the fact that I was right with Amari. Didn't trust I'd recognize a tainted baby gift. When I wanted to take just the two of us on a weekend alone, she didn't want to go--not with me, anyway. She openly said she preferred to take a muggle helicopter as opposed to traveling with me, despite my abilities as a captain. She bloody doesn't trust me. I won't embarrass either of us by asking her to travel with me again. Not to mention that not long ago, I was holding Amari, and Aria took her right out of my arms as if I could not be trusted with her. The same woman that didn't trust me with a simple bloody pack of cigarettes...."
"Angus," Marcus said gently. "Now, listen. This isn't about them not trusting you...."
"The hell it isn't..."
"No, now listen. You know Ruby has always had issues with anxiety, and it has nothing to do with you...."
"It does. The more she's with me, the worse her world becomes for her. And Aria--she used to be as tough as nails. Now she's as nervous around me as Ruby is."
"I still don't think you should take it personally because I truly believe it isn't intended to be personal against you. If I had thought that for one moment, I'd have certainly clued you in."
"Now listen just one minute," Robert said calmly and quietly to Angus. "This isn't going to do you any good at all. So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to draw off all this tension and stop the headache pain temporarily. That'll help you feel worlds better, at least for awhile. You're going to go home, get a little pain potion and rest your head a little. If I stop your pain, and if you go home and give it a rest, you'll feel a lot more in the holiday spirit than you do at this moment. I don't want you taking all this out on your family because this still could very well be due to the hit to the head you took. They don't deserve that from you. If you still aren't happy, then we can discuss it further after Christmas." He drew off the pain and the tension from Angus. Angus hadn't actually realized how severe the pain had become until Robert drew it off.
"Better?" Robert asked him, and Angus nodded. "Excellent. Marcus, take him home. Get him an additional dose of pain potion, and get him to have a lie down for awhile. He'll feel better, but if it flares up again, you send for me. Let's stay ahead of it, shall we?"
"Will do," Marcus said. "Look, Angus, my kids and my parents are arriving near supper time to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas. And I haven't done one damned thing about it. I mean, we bought decorations when we moved in, but they've never been opened. How about you come with me, find a quiet place in the cottage to rest while I take a little and put some decorating spells in place. Shouldn't take me all that long."
"Did you even remember to buy gifts?" Angus asked.
"Um. Well,..."
"That would mean no," Robert sighed. "Do you at least have a shopping list, Marcus?"
"Um...yes. I do. It's in the drawer in my desk."
"So, its out of sight and out of mind. Figures," Robert sighed. "Look. You take care of Mr. Tired-and-Cranky here, and Kate and I will see to the decorations and the shopping at your place. Who's cooking?"
"Mom is bringing supper, or so she said," Marcus said. "She knew Aria and I were both working today."
"Fine. Let us handle it. You just keep this one out of trouble for a little. Did you get a tree?"
"Not yet."
"Lord, we have our work cut out for us," Michael said. "We've got about five hours to get it all done. I'll go get a saw and get looking for a tree. You and Kate get on the rest."
"Go home, Angus," Robert said. He turned and headed for the cottage, and Marcus insisted on taking Angus home.
Marcus took Angus inside quietly.
"Short run," he said, as a quick explanation. "His headache was really getting to him. He does not need to be running."
"You need to go home," Angus told Marcus.
"No. I don't. They know I'm working, and they all have keys. Its fine," Marcus said quietly. "Besides, I've never had a place to decorate for Christmas, so they're not expecting a damned thing. If it was decorated, they'd all have heart attacks. Go get comfortable. I'll bring you some tea."