This is my second fan-fiction I've posted and the first for Leviathan. It's post-Goliath and kind of a Christmas-y kind of story. Deryn and Alek may seem out of character at first, but I think I fixed that towards the end.

A big thank you to Candymydarling for reviewing my other Christmas drabble, Christmas in District Twelve. But I realize that I forget to give credit to Suzanne Collins for her Huger Games. Sorry! So I'm doing that here.

Obviously I am not Scott Westerfeld, nor and I Suzanne Collins. All characters, settings, etc. belong to them, not me.

"Do I really have to go?" Deryn asked.

Alek stopped folding clothes long enough to give her an incredulous look. "Well, I should think so. They are your family, after all."

Deryn glared at him. "Dummkopf, if you'd met my family, you wouldn't want to come either."

"Well they can't be that bad," Alek said. "And besides, it's only for the weekend. We'll be back in London by New Year's Eve."

Deryn groaned and flopped onto the couch in the common room. Living with a bunch of boffins had its perks, it seemed. "A whole barking weekend," she moaned. "Christmas with the Sharps – it's bound to be an absolute nightmare!"

Alek frowned. "We could always visit my family for Christmas," he offered.

He'd only meant it as a joke, but Deryn didn't seem to take it that way. She sat up on the sofa, a hopeful look in her blue eyes. "You think so?" she asked desperately.

Alek rolled his eyes. "Yeah, why not?" he said sarcastically. "I'm sure my granduncle would love to have me back. You have to go upstairs and get dressed. We're leaving tonight."

Deryn threw a wad of formerly-folded clothes at his head. "Fine," she huffed, while stomping up the stairs to the room. "But there's no way I'm wearing a barking dress."

Alek sighed, but didn't argue. Trying to get Deryn Sharp to wear a dress was probably more dangerous than visiting the Hapsburgs for Christmas.

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On the ride from the London Zoological Society to the Sharp residence in Glasgow, Deryn briefed Alek on her relatives. "Okay, rule number one: don't eat Ma's fruitcake. I don't care how good Jaspert tells you it is – he's a filthy liar."

Alek nodded as he processed the information. On his shoulder, Bovril chuckled. "Filthy liar," it said. "Mr. Sharp."

The two ignored the loris as Deryn continued her list. "Rule number two: don't mention anything about the Leviathan while we're here. It'll set the whole family off. Let me deal with Ma.

"Rule number three: it's best just to agree with anything Auntie Clarence says. If she says she's been to the moon, don't argue. She's absolutely bonkers."

And so it continued, until the tigeresque pulling the coach began to slow. Alek's head was swimming with all of the rules Deryn had crammed into his brain in the long ride.

When the fabrication finally stopped in front of a small house, he clutched Deryn's wrist. "I can't do this," he announced frantically.

Deryn laughed grimly. "Too late to change your mind now, your princeliness." She stood up first and stepped out of the carriage first. "It's time for you to meet my family."

I hope they stayed true to character. If not tell me. Deryn may seem a little girly and compliant at the beginning and Alek a little too…something. I am planning on making this a three part-er. Hopefully, it's be done by Christmas Eve. And there's one more thing:

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