mistletoe - set sometime in December

[lastof_five]

Helen remembered all too well how the island's version of mistletoe worked and she'd tried her best to not get caught under it as she had last year. However, that didn't last the whole of December and when ducking into what used to be the rec room to get a book for some light afternoon reading, she found herself stuck without anyone really to help

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[iliketodruitt]

It wasn't an urgent call for help, but it was something that struck a nerve with John all the same, sending a chill down his spine. Helen was in need of help. He hadn't meant to see her that day, but it was her voice he heard, no mistaking it.

Quickly rushing from the hall where he was, he rounded a corner to see Helen... standing there. Perfectly fine.

"Helen?"

[lastof_five]

Oh of all the bloody ridiculous circumstances she could land herself in, Helen just had to be stuck under mistletoe with John Druitt as her only means of escape. Really. Really.

"It's the mistletoe, John. It's magic and it won't let me out until I kiss someone. I suppose I'm stuck here for a while, then, aren't I?"

[iliketodruitt]

"Well, how frightful a predicament to be in," he said, a broad smile stretching across his features. The situation was almost tragic, Helen needing something from him that they both knew was a bad idea. He forced himself to find it amusing to keep from getting angry.

"I suppose I should keep you company in the meantime?"

[lastof_five]

"Certainly. We can play chess and you can trounce me as usual," Helen said dryly.

"John, just kiss me so I can go home? I really don't want to be stuck here until Will wanders by, this is his long day and he's busy with things that aren't his wife stuck under a vile, parasitic weed."