Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Holidays In New York ❯ Miracle In New York - Dee ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Demoness2005

A Miracle In New York - Dee

Disclaimer: As usual, FAKE does not belong to me. Sanami Matoh is the genius who gave us FAKE.

Author's Note: This is an oldie that was sitting on my computer. I wrote it about 2 years ago. It's a series of one shots that I call the “Holidays In New York” series. There are five (I know I previously said four - I can't count sometimes, I guess) stories so far, and I'm hoping to add to the collection in time. Now with FAKE: Second Season in mind, I guess this would fall the year after the S.C.I.U. act.

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Dee stood up, an infant in his arms, smiling at the happy scene before him. It was well past midnight, but for this one night it was okay to keep the children up. Mother had made sure the younger ones were tucked in bed early, promises of if they were good and went to sleep, Santa would be arriving with gifts for them all.

Dee had to make sure he took the time when they went back to work to thank everyone at the 27th precinct for making this a very merry Christmas for the children at the orphanage. They had organized a Toys For Tots program around Thanksgiving, with all proceeds to go to the orphanage Dee had grown up in. Everyone had come through in a big way, not only in donating toys for the children, but with treats and goodies to compliment the usual supplies Dee always bought them. Many gave not just one toy, but several. Especially the single ones at the precinct who did not have any children to buy for. Cash donations were plentiful too. The most surprising was the very generous donations from Commissioner Rose. The Commissioner had not only filled a barrel up by himself with gifts for the children, but had also given a very large cash donation that Dee designated as a new clothing fund for the children.

He had arrived in the common room earlier, at just about midnight, jingling bells and bellowing out, “Ho! Ho! Ho!” as the younger children piled into the room and surrounded him, excitement and delight in their eyes. Children young enough to believe in the magic of Santa Claus. The older ones went along with the ruse, even knowing who Santa really was, set to their tasks of explaining to the little ones that for that night, Santa asked them to be his helpers. The older kids, dressed in various states of something like elves got the kids into a line, while passing out snacks and hot chocolate. Bikky and Carol had joined the older ones in keeping order among the young as they waited with wide wondrous eyes for their turn to go to Santa and get their special gifts.

Now the older ones were going between helping out in this room and their own special party that was being held in another room of the new orphanage building. Dee was still getting used to it. Thankfully the children took less time in adapting. It was still his home, as far as Dee was concerned, but the building Dee called home was now demolished and a skyscraper was being build on its spot. It made him sad thinking about it at times. He especially missed the attic. Even as an adult, he had still found solace going up there and losing himself in his thoughts, looking out the window. There were times when he found more comfort up in that attic than gazing out the large window in his apartment.

But that was his own story. For the children currently living under the loving care of Mother Lane, the new building was bigger and better. They had amenities Dee did not have growing up. He had to admit he was pleased with how things had worked out as a result of the bombing two years ago. It was good for the children. That was enough for him for acceptance. The children had a place more like a home for them, and he still had Mother in his life.

The bundle in his arms started to fuss. “There, there, little one,” he said softly. “I guess you're getting hungry, huh?” He caressed the soft pink cheek of the baby tenderly, smiling sadly. “I know it's not a good day for you, but I'm going to make sure it's not a total waste either.” The baby reached out to grab his finger, brown eyes looking up at him. He allowed the baby to hang on as he looked up again. He noticed Ryo, looking content and happy, with little Kay in his lap as she cuddled her new doll, staring at him. Their eyes met. A wordless exchange of love in the look. Dee could not help smiling at Ryo.

This was not the same man he had walked into last Christmas Eve. It was not the broken man he held in his arms as they sat on a wet city street in the rain. He could see Ryo was healed, and finally taking the last step in truly moving on in his life. His heart warmed with joy for his lover. Ryo deserved to be happy, to feel happiness deep in his heart all year round. Especially on Christmas Eve.

He looked back at the baby in his arms, still holding onto his finger. “Now we have to make sure you get a happy ending too.” He lifted the baby to nuzzle its cheek.

Dee had been called to the hospital in the middle of the night three days ago. An out of town woman had been shot during a random shooting spree. A man overcome with holiday rage had started shooting on a street corner and the young woman was hit. The infant with her was uninjured, though she was in critical condition. Child services was overwhelmed and did not know what to do with the baby for temporary placement. The cop on call knew Dee and his background, so hoping that the tough acting detective could place the infant temporarily in the orphanage, he had Dee called to the hospital.

Without protest, Dee took the child with him. Rather than waking Mother up in the middle of the night, he made a quick stop in an all night drugstore near his building to buy needed supplies for the infant and settled the baby with him for the night. He was thankful that the stroller was not damaged and it was the type that could be converted into a bassinet. The next morning, he woke up early to call Ryo, letting him know he'd be late. Before he had a chance to explain why, the little boy started to cry. Ryo was startled at first, then understood once Dee explained he had to make a trip to the orphanage before coming into work.

Everyone had been hoping the infant's mother would pull through, but Dee received a call early that morning informing him that the mother had passed away. They had a name and address for the mother, who lived in Rhode Island. Because of the holiday, it was taking time searching through databases, and locating any relatives. The number the mother had listed to be called in case of emergency was out of service. Searches were still being made.

Despite their efforts, the infant in Dee's arms, currently had no family. Dee had been holding onto the baby every chance he had his arms free, and was not needed to be doing something else. Once the final gift was given out, and the other children were happily opening their presents, Dee once again took the baby from Mother.

His eyes settled on the woman who has raised him from an infant. He grew up among many other children, and had learned to share everything, including a mother's love. Somehow, he still felt as if he had a real mother all his life. He had been raised in a home filled with love. He smiled fondly at the woman reading to the enraptured children before her. Each of them would understand how he felt, because he was certain they all felt the same.

There was something special, Dee knew she managed to find more time for him somehow without making the others feel neglected. He was always her pride and joy.

Dee never went without feeling he belonged to a family. He had a mother and a father if anyone asked. At least he did until he was 15 and he had lost Jess. Still he had Mother, and as his siblings, the other children in the orphanage. As he got older, that sense never left him. When he moved out on his own, he still came back to see his mother, to play with his brothers and sisters, even if the faces were always changing.

Somehow without warning, his family started to grow more when he found himself partners with the newbie to the 27th precinct almost 3 years before. He fell in love with Ryo almost immediately after they'd met. Ryo had taken in Bikky. Suddenly Dee found, despite protests to the opposite, to take an interest in Bikky's well being and upbringing. He had new feelings he'd never had before. Bikky was not a little brother. As time went on, Dee realized Bikky was more like a son to him.

His eyes went to seek out Bikky, who was supervising a group of youngster playing with their new toys. He felt a sense of pride as he watched the dark skinned boy. Then his eyes went back to Ryo. Additions to the family indeed. Though together less than a year, Ryo was his significant other, the man Dee intended to spend the rest of his life with. Bikky was their son. There was Carol, who was some strange mixture of little sister/daughter, despite her living with her aunt. Both Dee and Ryo could not stop the need to look out for her.

This Christmas, while standing among the usual sense of family Dee always felt, he had newer feelings of family. Dee was never one to whine about getting a bum deal in life; Mother never gave him the chance to. However, there was always something Dee felt he was missing, some part of him that felt empty.

Standing there, in his Santa suit, he knew the void was filled. He started to walk toward the kitchen where he could get a bottle for the baby. He noticed Ryo had gotten up to place Kay and her doll along with the other children around Mother. Before Dee reached the kitchen, Ryo was beside him.

“Do you need any help?” Ryo asked.

Dee smirked beneath his fake beard. “Right. You may be good with kids, but you're still getting the hang of handling babies.”

“Well, I can't get the hang of it if I don't get experience.” Ryo leaned over and lowly added, “Like in some other things.”

Dee's own eyebrows shot up beneath the phony ones as he caught Ryo's meaning. He acted as if to cover the baby's ears best he could with one hand. “Ryo! Please, not in front of the children,” he joked.

“Well, is this allowed in front of the children?” Ryo asked coyly, before leaning over to plant a kiss on Dee's nose, which besides his eyes seemed to be the only skin showing through his disguise.

“Love is always allowed in front of the children,” Dee replied, leaning closer to kiss Ryo's lips. “Merry Christmas, Ryo.”

“Merry Christmas to you, Dee.”

Dee handed the baby over to Ryo and went to take out the formula. Ryo walked over to a chair and sat down, cooing over the infant. “I should be sad,” Ryo mused, smiling down at the child.

“Oh?” Dee asked carefully, going about his tasks.

“Yeah. This little one lost his mother today. Maybe the only parent he has.” Ryo made a face which made the baby giggle. “But….” He looked up at Dee and smiled. “All I feel right now is love.”

“Then Merry Christmas indeed,” Dee stated with a loving smile. “In some odd way, I know what you mean. Because of that little guy there, at first I started to have these tumbling feelings about being orphaned as an infant, but, yeah. I'm the same. I only feel love.”

“Is that bottle ready yet, Dee?”

“Just about. How's about after the little tyke gets fed, we start heading home?”

“Bikky is staying here for the night,” Ryo said, grinning at Dee.

Dee handed the bottle to Ryo and leaned over for another kiss. “Oh really? Well, let's get this little one fed and changed, then be off our way.” Dee grinned knowingly at Ryo, suddenly anxious for their private gift giving exchange once they got to Ryo's apartment.

Ryo's empty apartment.