12-13-14

Hello, everyone. Look at me, I'm publishing yet another chapter story. Whee.

The goal is to make this the first chapter story I've ever completed on fanfiction. I have half the chapters already written, and half the remainder partially written.

Either way, here is the prologue of what is going to be a daily updated fic counting down the days till Christmas with some Spitfire fun!

I hope you likey.

(Fun fact: today's the last pattern day (12-13-14) we're going to have till 2101.)

Enjoy!

Central City
December 13, 20:00

Wally had been pacing so long, he'd worn a groove into the carpet of his bedroom. Well, worn it down more, anyway.

A quick glance at the calendar informed him it was December 13. He had 13 days, counting today. Just 13 days to figure out what to give the love of his life, Artemis Crock, as a Christmas present for their very first Christmas as a couple. Not to mention that Christmas fell crazily close to their first year anniversary, so he had to make his gift extra special.

But what could he do that wasn't utterly cheesy or cliché?

Flowers? No. That was more of a Valentine's Day thing, and it was winter anyway. Chocolates? That idea had some merit. But then he remembered Artemis griping about the strict diet she was on to stay in shape. So, probably not. (Who would give up chocolate for a diet? Wally sure wouldn't.) A diamond ring?

Wally froze in his tracks. Okay, where had that come from? Too early, too early...

He moaned in frustration. Why was finding the perfect gift so difficult? It's not like their entire relationship hung in the balance over one stupid present... Right?

He scowled, running a hand through his fiery red hair. What did Artemis like?

Arrows, running around on rooftops, shampoo—none of which really presented something he could work with.

With a huff, he plopped down his bed, lying on his back and throwing a hand over his eyes dramatically. He flopped his free hand onto his bedside table, switching on the radio—a well-practiced maneuver from the hundreds of times he'd woken up to the stupid thing—without even glancing at what he was doing. Maybe the cheery, Christmasy music they always played around this time would put him in the mood for some Christmas-related inspiration.

...a partridge in a pear tree, sang some woman.

Wally snorted in amusement as the song continued with "Six geese a laying;" this song had always been a mystery to him. Who would give his girlfriend geese for Christmas?

An idea slowly appeared through the fog in his brain. He lifted his arm off his eyes, turning to look at the radio with interest as it continued playing.

He snatched his laptop off of his desk, doing a quick search. His jaw dropped, eyes ogling at the screen. "27 THOUSAND DOLLARS?!" he screeched. "Who has that kind of money?"

He smacked his forehead as one obvious answer came to mind.

So, that ruled out that Christmas song.

Unless...

The type of gifts in the song were too expensive. But the twelve days of Christmas idea...

A grin slowly found its way onto his features. "Wally, you're a genius," he agreed, swinging off his bed and rummaging through the surrounding piles of junk for a pencil and a piece of paper.

Oh, Artemis was going to love this.

So what do you think? Let me know in a review! Constructive criticism is accepted and appreciated.

Chapters will be getting progressively longer.

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