Hey this is just a clip of the Killjoy Christmas Special. If you havn't read my first story this one might be a little confusing for you. Those who have read. Enjoy 3

Victory stepped off of her hyper-cycle and stepped up to the lobby door holding a large bag in her hand. She put her ID card up to the door of Better Living Industry. A red lazer scanned her card.

"Greetings Victory X." The computer's voice said as the door clicked open. She had shortened her name since she had taken over as President of the company. She wanted to keep part of herself, yet in a way also reinvent herself, much like the company itself. Long gone were the days of drug induced patients, robots, mind controlling computer chips, or war between Killjoys and SCARECROW soldiers. Victory took her helmet off as she walked through the door. In another way of reinventing herself she had cut all of her so called "perfect" locks and went with a shorter style with layers. This allowed a professional look at work, yet a fun spunky look at home with her fellow Killjoys.

"Good Morning Miss X." One of the guards at the desk smiled and waved to her as she entered.

"Good Morning, Skylark." Victory waved back trying hard not to look at the large scar on his left cheek. He wore a regular guard suit except none of them had to wear masks anymore. The large scar went down from the top of his skull to the nape of his neck. He was a former Killjoy who had been hurt in the war and found it difficult finding work. Victory gave jobs to those who needed it and boy did the Killjoys need it. After the war prices of things stayed the same. That, Victory had no control over. That was the governments fault. But she did help out in whatever ways she could.

"Any big plans for today?" Skylark asked with a smile.

"No just adding some more presents to the pile." Victory returned the smile and held up the bag she was holding.

"Me and the boys are having a little Christmas party tonight. I have to go home and cook. I can't leave Frank and Mikey in a kitchen too long alone. You're welcome to come if you want."

Skylark shook his head and flipped the screens of the security cameras.

"Nah, I gotta make sure this place stays safe." He said with a wink. "Thanks anyhow."

"Well if you think Rouge and the kids want to come you can give them a call on your brake. I know you're not allowed personal calls…but I won't tell the boss." Victory said the last part in a whisper gave a wink and headed to the elevators.

Since the Killjoys had run a van through the lobby Victory had remodeled most Better Living. She kept a lot of the glass windows to look over the city but replaced the gray paint with brighter pastels. She smiled at her work as the elevator carried her up to the top floor. She followed the corridor to a large room that had once been a lab. On the far left wall there was another large glass window.

"Good Morning Miss X." One of the workers said putting down her coffee.

"Morning, Glade." Victory said putting the bag of presents on the table and walked over to the window. Down below several workers were wrapping small items into boxes and covering them with bows.

"I feel like Santa." Victory said with a small laugh. Glade clicked her boots and stepped up to the window.

"You might as well be." She said with a grin. "A lot of Killjoy families appreciate what you are doing. It's hard to make a decent pay in this city. With the Holiday coming up they could use a little hope…plus it helps them know we're done with the damn war."

Victory nodded silently as she watched the workers busily wrap.

"Make sure and give the workers get a raise when they grab their checks tonight. Just wire it to their accounts. They worked hard this week…"Victory looked to Glade. "Give yourself one too. I don't know what I'd do without my little elves." She said patting the woman's head. Glade tried to hide a smile as she shoved the hand off of her head.

"Keep yer damn mitts off. I aint no pet!"

Victory stuck her tongue out at the woman.

"Very professional. I'm getting a big raise for puttin' up with your ass." Glade said revealing a hint of a smile.

Victory opened the bag of presents and set them on the table.

"Ok you old coot, make sure these make it into the pile." She said tossing them at Glade and headed for the door.

"I have to go get ready for my Holiday Party. You call me if anything comes up." Victory grabbed her helmet and headed for the door.

She closed the door behind her and headed back down the hall. She was glad to at least help in some sort of way. Things in this city needed to be fixed up of they would never change.

"Oof!" she said as her shoulder bumped into someone.

"Sorry." She looked up to see a man with a baseball cap on shadowing his face. He didn't say a word, just gave a nod and kept walking.

He didn't look familiar. She thought. Then again with all the new workers it was hard to keep track.

She shrugged it off and headed to the lobby.

"You have a good day Miss X." Skylark waved as she exited.

"You too." She gave a wave and turned to her hyper-bike.

She loved her new present. This was one of the perks she allowed herself to have as President. The hyper-bike was the fastest on the market as well as the least harmful to the environment. Since the eco changes to the city the purple haze had lifted from the skyline. She had her top scientists work on fast vehicles, that were healthy. Frank was a little sad to change the engine in his Trans-AM but when he realized it went just a bit faster he didn't have a complaint.

Victory revved the engine and slipped on her helmet. It took off in a jolt. She loved that feeling. It was like any stress she had had been left in her dust.

After several miles she saw the warming look of her street. Throughout the desert several suburban homes, shops, and stations had been built. After months of irrigation grass finally began to grow. It looked homey. Victory pulled up into the garage and parked the bike.

"YOU'RE BACK!" A small voice piped from the door of the garage.

"Hey Boomer." Victory said giving her a hug. "Anything blow up while I was gone."

Boomer looked up with big eyes.

"Frank found the fondue pot you were gonna give him for Christmas…."

Victory slowly separated from Boomer.

"How…bad…is…it…."

Boomer bit her lip and stepped back as she looked to the door.

Victory ran into the kitchen. Cheese and melted chocolate littered the kitchen.

Frank and Ray had their backs turned and were whipping something off.

"Dude she's gonna be home any minute!" Ray said rinsing a towel in the sink. He slightly revealed what they were cleaning.

"You think I don't fucking know that! Just help me get the thing cleaned!"

"What made you think throwing a slice of cheese cake into it from the balcony was a good idea!"

"I wasn't aiming for the pot! I was aiming for Mike's head on the couch!"

Victory looked directly above them to the balcony that lead upstairs then to the couch just a few feet away from the kitchen.

"What."

Frank and Ray turned around.

"The FUCK."

The gulped simultaneously.

"HAPPENED!" They turned and covered up what they were cleaning.

"Oh…hey Sunshine. We were just…um…"

"Don't you Sunshine me! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN!"

They awkwardly chuckled.

"Well you see…" Ray started.

"I was…" Frank tried. "I found this um…fondue pot in the cupboard with my name on the box and…"

"I tried to stop him!" Ray pleaded.

"And then we were making some food…for the party tonight and, then Mikey was being a dick and not letting us watch TV so…I thought it would be funny to throw cheese cake on him and…"

Victory twitched.

"The cheese cake for the party?"

"Um…that was for this party?"

Victory nodded.

"Well…it fell in the fondue pot and…well…"

There was a loud moaning sound behind them. Ray turned and lifted the rag.

"It sorta got on the…cat."

Victory stood silent for a few moments.

"I…..I can't even…..how did you…We don't own a FUCKING CAT!" Her mouth hung open for a while.

"Oh shit dude…we did it. We finally broke her. Gerard's gonna be pissed."

Victory put her head in her hands.

"W-where is Gerard…."

Frank and Ray looked at each other and shrugged. At that moment Mikey walked down the stairs holding a slice of cheese cake missing a few bites. He stopped looked at the kitchen, then to Victory, then to Ray and Frank.

"This might be a bad time to mention that I broke the toaster…" He said calmly and took a bite of cheese cake.

"How did you…..?" Victory started.

Mikey held up a fork and smiled then instantly dropped the smile and went back up stairs.

"Where the fuck is your brother?" Victory shouted up the stairs.

"Went to the store. Getting' more cheese cake. Knew you'd be pissed." Mikey said through mouth fulls of cheese cake.

Victory spun around quickly.

"YOU!" She said pointing a vicious finger at Frank. "Get that…thing out of this house." She pointed to the cat.

"YOU!" She said pointing at Frank who jumped. "Get a bucket and a mop. The party is in less than four hours. You are cleaning this mess up NOW!"

Frank nodded.

"If I find one speck of cheese in so much as a crack in the floor I'll have the Trans-AM turned into a cube at the dump!"

Victory turned quickly to go upstairs to start getting ready but turned too quickly slipping on a large glop of cheese and chocolate. She hit the floor hard. She could feel cheese stick to her back, hands and especially her hair.

Victory got up slowly and turned. A low growl escaped her lips. Frank had a pained look on his face.

There was a sudden sound of the back door opening. Victory slowly turned her head to see Gerard try to sneak in quietly. He turned and looked up.

"Oh…hey Sunshine…um…I got cheese cake."

Victory made another growl and shook some cheese off of her hand and stomped up stairs.

Gerard was left there with an awkward pit in his stomach.

"You're both dead." Boomer's voice chimed in as she shut the door.

"Listen, Girl, go play with your pretty dollies and dresses up in your room and stay out of our hair." Frank said rolling his eyes.

Boomer gave him the finger and went to her room avoiding any cheese globs.

"Boomer, no bad language…or gestures in this case." Gerard said as she walked up the steps.

She sighed.

"Yes, sir."

Gerard plopped himself on the couch and buried his head in his hands.

"What the hell were you thinking, Frankie?" Gerard said under muffled hands.

"Dude, don't pretend like you weren't in on it." Frank was filling the bucket up.

"Me saying it would be funny is not the same thing as telling you to do it." Gerard put a finger up.

"I'll go talk to her. And this kitchen better be fucking clean! She needs this party." Gerard said standing up. Frank gave him a nod.

As Gerard headed up the stairs Frank grabbed a cookie and slowly tried to dip it in the cheese.

"Put it down Frank!" Gerard said without looking.

Victory showered the cheese out of her hair. She felt like she would explode. She spent weeks trying to keep this place clean. God knows it was next to impossible with this bunch. She let the water run on her for a little while letting it wash her anger away. Finally she twisted the nozzle and grabbed a towel. Outside of the shower she slipped on her bath robe and put her hair in another towel. Gerard was waiting for her in the bedroom.

"Hey." He said quietly. She glared at him and went to her mirror.

"I'm sorry about Frank…and the kitchen….and the cat?" He said the last part with a little confusion. He shook his head and got up going over to her. It was difficult to read her most of the time. This relationship stuff was new to him. Shooting up hundreds of Draculoids wasn't a problem. Trying to know how to make his girlfriend feel better, now that is fucking hard. He rubbed her shoulders a little.

"They aren't use to this simple lifestyle. We're use to running for our lives, scavenging for food, and just being happy to make it through the day. They have all this built up energy from just sitting around. Just give them some time." Gerard kissed her cheek.

Victory tried to ignore him but hit was hard when he talked to her like this, even more so when he kissed her so gently. She finally caved and turned to kiss him. His lips felt warm like always. She closed her eyes.

"Gee, I need to tell you somethi—." A loud crash cut her off short. Gerard raced to the door.

"What the fuck was that?" He shouted down the stairs.

"Sorry. It was the cat!" Frank's voice shouted below.

Gerard turned.

"I need to watch him if this party is going to happen at all." Gerard said with his head down and closed the door.

Victory rolled her eyes and pulled the towel down from her head and began to style her hair.

For the next few hours Gerard helped keep Frank in line as he cleaned. Mikey watched TV in h

is room. And Ray tried to give an angry cat a bath while Boomer helped.

"I think we should keep him." Boomer said handing Ray the soap.

"Sunshine will pitch a fit." Ray said holding the cat as far away from him as possible.

"But he's a runaway, like us. He just wants to have a home like anybody else."

Boomer looked up at Ray with her big brown eyes.

"Oh no, not the face…I can't stand the face…" Ray tried to look away.

"Pleeeaassee Rayyy." Her voice sounded near tears. "He probably doesn't have a home…wondering all alone in the desert, no one to love him."

"Ugh! Fine! I'll try and talk to Sun and Gee but no promises." Ray said putting a finger up. Boomer jumped up and hugged him.

"Oh thank you!" She said and skipped off with the cat in her arms. Ray sat there with his head down.

"How do I get myself in these messes?"