Title: Halloween Angel
Author/pseudonym: Angelise
Author's webpage:
http://writingonthewall.slashcity.tv/~angelise7/index.html
Fandom: Diagnosis Murder
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steve/Jesse
Date: October 31, 2001
Disclaimer: My sister owns these guys. <g>
Summary: Steve changes his mind about holidays.

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Most people associate Halloween with ghosts and goblins. Me? I think
of angels. Specifically, my sweet Jesse.

I’m not crazy about holidays. Christmas and Thanksgiving are okay. But
the rest of them? I’m usually working and don’t really have the
opportunity to do any sort of celebrating.

That all changed the moment Jesse entered my life. My lover is wild
about holidays and he goes all out for each and every one. And it’s
obvious, he loves Halloween.

You should see our home. The way he has it decorated, you would think
we were living in a haunted house. Jesse has every Halloween decoration
known to man. And somehow he has found room for each one of them. I
have bats and witches hanging from my ceiling. Skeletons on every door;
cobwebs on every window. Not to mention several black iron caldrons,
strategically placed so that my toes are constantly coming in contact
with them. <ouch!>

And for some reason, Jesse is really into the “talking” decoration…
which I might add, is slowly driving me insane. If I hear that midget
Dracula doll sing "Monster Mash" one more time, I’m going to take out my
gun and shoot it.

Don’t even get me started on the obscene amount of candy Jesse has
stashed all over the house. He knows I have a weakness for sweets.
Does my lover really think I can walk past a bowl of M&Ms and NOT grab a
handful? I’ll have to double up on my workouts cause there’s no way in
hell I’m gonna stay slim and trim during this holiday season. And if he
makes one comment about my love handles, I’ll whip his sexy ass.
<chuckle>

Of course, since I’m totally in love with my pumpkin patootie, you can
only imagine the lengths I’ve gone to in order to make him happy. I’ve
burnt nearly every one of my fingers making candied caramel apples. And
the ones that aren’t burnt have been sliced and diced due to my pitiful
attempts at being the next Picasso of Pumpkins. Jesse has wisely
refused to comment on the carved Jack O Lanterns I gifted him with. But
don’t think for one minute I haven’t seen that twinkle in his eyes each
time he walks by one of my creations. Hey! I’m a detective not a
sculptor.

And you better believe I’m gonna make Jesse pay big time for making me
wear all those costumes. He has dragged my sorry butt to several
Halloween parties and each time he insisted I go as one of his favorite
comic book characters. If I see another pair of tights, it will be way
too soon. I don’t care if Superman and Batman and Spiderman were
“totally cool dudes.” Them damn pantyhose make me itch.

I guess I sound like the Scrooge of Spookyville. But to tell the truth,
I’ve actually had a pretty good time celebrating this year’s Halloween.
And tonight has been the best time of all. Tonight I’ve watched my
wicked lover transform himself into the angel of hugs and kisses.

We spent Halloween at the hospital, volunteering. Our first stop was
Radiology, helping x-ray the children’s candy. Jesse had the kids
howling with laughter---his skeleton costume for that department was a
big hit. He had it rigged so that every time the x-ray machine came on,
his suit glowed. One little boy wanted to know if Jesse would come home
with him and be his night light. <laugh>

My lover then changed into his dashing Robin Hood costume and proceeded
to rob the rich—meaning the candy bowls at the nurses’ station. He took
his loot up to the children’s wing and with the help of his trusted
friend, Little John (damn tights, again!) shared his bounty with the
little ones.

I’ve never seen this side of my lover. Jesse walked into that place and
sad frowns instantly transformed into happy smiles. One of the nurses
whispered in my ear the reason for the kids' reaction. It seems Jesse
is a frequent visitor to the children’s wing--almost every day, Sarah
said.

Somehow my lover finds time in his busy schedule to check in on each of
the little ones. And he promised to take them trick or treating
tonight. With the help of the nurses and aides, we rounded up our ten
tiny tots and brought them to the doctor’s lounge. Jesse had arranged
for several of his colleagues to decorate the large room as a mini
haunted house.

Dad and Amanda were among the group passing out goodies to the
children. Imagine my surprise to find them decked out as Shrek and the
Princess Fiona. I’m pretty sure my mouth was hanging open cause Jesse
had to close it with a laughing kiss. At least I’m not the only one
suffering the indignity of crazy costumes!

The children had a blast. And each one of them had to share their
findings with Jesse. My lover was pulled from one place to the next,
every girl and boy determined to have fun with their favorite doc.

Things started to wind down around ten and I found myself separated from
Jesse during the process of returning the children to their rooms.
Sarah discovered me wandering the halls and pointed me in the right
direction. What I found melted this big ole heart of mine.

Jesse was curled up in bed with little Miss Alyssa, a petite redheaded
angel. The two were snuggled under the covers, munching on licorice
sticks and my lover was regaling the small child with an outlandish tale
from Sherwood Forest. From the look on Alyssa’s face, she was
completely mesmerized.

I found myself sliding down to sit on the floor, listening to Jesse spin
his web of magic. And it’s going to sound crazy but at that very moment
I was imagining that Jesse and I weren’t in a hospital but at home. And
little Miss Alyssa wasn’t a cancer patient but instead, our healthy
daughter.

Jesse and I have never discussed children. I realize it would probably
be a monumental task to adopt, us being a gay couple. But watching him
with Alyssa just did something to my heart and I think I’d like for us
to at least consider the possibility.

I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I remember was Jesse’s
sweet mouth teasing me awake. His loving smile made me feel warm all
over and I hauled him down into my arms for a major hug session. I
don’t know how long we sat there, on the floor, watching Alyssa sleep
but it was my dad who finally found us and shooed us home.

It’s midnight and I’m lying here in the dark, Jesse sprawled across
me---my human blanket of love. I kiss his tangled curls and thank God
for sending me this naughty angel.

Maybe holidays aren’t so bad, after all. Just lose those damn tights!
<happy laughter>

The end