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Christmas Friendships

Summary : A ficlet written as a christmas present.
Characters : Johnny McKay and Myron Goldman
Rating : G
Disclaimer : The characters aren't mine. Honest. Kinda wish they were though.

Dedication : To Rosie. I knew I'd get you hooked on another fandom. And waht a great fandom it is. Merry Christmas. Love Kim xx

Myron groaned inwardly. He'd never admit it, but he hated being around all the kids at the orphanage. They were cute, sure, but kids have no sense of what is appropriate and what isn't.

Take little Swan, the young girl that McKay had come close to running over a while back. She was bounding around, climbing onto laps, giving hugs and kisses. Myron just felt uncomfortable. She came over to him and tried to sit on his lap, but he stood up, muttering an excuse and headed outside.

A blast of cold air hit him as he left the building. He shivered and pulled his arms around himself.

"This is becoming a bit of a ritual now, ain't it, LT?"

Zeke Anderson's broad voice made Myron smile. It was true - this was the second Christmas running that he had taken his men over to the orphanage to give out presents to the kids. For someone who didn't celebrate Christmas and didn't like children, he was getting good at combining the two.

"Must be McKay's influence," Myron replied, staring out into the darkness of the jungle.

"You miss him, dontcha?"

Myron nodded, a sad smile appearing on his face. He would never had admitted it, but he liked John J. McKay. Despite their almost constant bickering, the two were pretty close. Johnny had gone home after being injured a few months earlier and Myron still missed his presence in their shared hooch.

"I'm sorry," Zeke apologised. "I didn't mean to get you all sad."

"Nah, it's fine, Sergeant." Myron shook his head, turning round to face the only other person he considered a friend. "Why aren't you in with the kids? I thought you liked them."

Zeke smiled. "I love kids. It's just hard being away from Katie this time of year."

Myron mentally kicked himself. He may be missing his friend, but Zeke was a million miles away from his daughter. It had to be much harder for him.

"Besides," Zeke continued, "I have something for you."

He handed over a small envelope. Myron looked at it, intrigued as to what it was.

"It's from Johnny. He sent this to me and asked me to pass it on tonight."

As Myron held the envelope in his hand, Zeke slipped off back into the building, leaving the two LT's alone.

With slightly trembling hands, Myron opened the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper. Johnny hadn't written once since he got home and Myron was convinced that their friendship was over.

Myron,

If Anderson has finally done what I told him to, you should be at the orphanage again. I know
you hate it there, but please keep going. For me. Tell Sister Bernadette that I'm doing okay
and I'm thinking of her. And give Swan a hug for me. She'll probably forget me soon, but I
don't think I'll ever forget her.

I'm not good at writing letters really. Hell, I'm not too good at being a friend, as you probably
noticed. But I wanted to write you and make sure you know I didn't forget you either.

You're my friend. Maybe my only one, and I know I never thanked you for all the times you saved
my butt, both in the field and out of it. So thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

My mom told me that you phoned her on her birthday that time I was MIA. Again, thank you.
She worries far too much about me sometimes. As you did.

I'll try and write you, if you want me to. I'd like to stay friends.

Johnny.

With the back of his hand, Myron wiped his eyes. He turned back and looked towards the orphanage. He could see Swan up on Anderson's back, getting a horsey ride. Taking a breath, he walked back inside.