The Files of the Big Damn Principal

The island had been particularly crazy this holiday season, but Zoe was finding it hard to mind that now. There was a pretty sheet of snow on the ground, there was good smelling food in the house, and for once, the house would be full. She always missed the boys, but she'd found that she missed them a lot more when she knew they'd be coming to visit soon.

For now, she was keeping herself occupied in the kitchen, debating if she had enough food, and keeping an eye on Grace. Lunch was going to end up everywhere if she turned her back for too long.

[For those who are coming to visit!]

In the years since she'd first come to Fandom, Zoe had grown kind of fond of Thanksgiving. It reminded her of special meals on Serenity, the ones that came right after they'd finished a job and actually gotten paid for it, when they could afford good food and everyone could get together in the same place at the same time to eat together and relax.

Those days came about as often as holidays around here, so the comparison came easily.

As nice as the dinner at the school sounded, Zoe wanted something a little more personal with just family and friends. She'd actually managed to get the turkey thawed at a decent hour this year, and she was pretty sure they had enough food for everyone, including pie. She knew far better than to forget the pie.

[For the Winchesters and friends!]

With the meet and greet in Barney's hopefully capable hands, Zoe had been content to spend the morning teaching Grace how to clean up her toys so that none of their guests would step on them and break them or hurt themselves. That might teach Mal a lesson in watching where he was going, but she didn't want anyone else who would be paying them a visit to get hurt.

[For visitors and guests and wheee PW!]

With Grace safely tucked away in bed, Zoe was taking the opportunity to spend an evening relaxing and cleaning her guns.

Yes, those two things went together, in this house at least. Someday, she might even let Grace help.

[for the husband!]

With so many kids running around town, Zoe was certain that she had quite a few grandchildren out there - especially since she'd already met one, who'd made her determined that Grace wouldn't be allowed to date until she was thirty. She'd handwavily called the boys and told them to come by if they wanted to, and set out some kid-friendly food for whoever actually made it over.

[For any Winchester kids, friends of the family, or anyone else who has a reason to stop by.]

It wasn't as though the Winchesters had never had a family dinner before. But a dinner for the purpose of meeting a significant other and potentially embarrassing the hell out of one of the boys was a new thing.

That didn't make the thought any less entertaining, of course.

Zoe was grateful for the new Outback in town, because that allowed takeout to be acquired - they were feeding four teenage boys after all - and all she and John had to do was wait for everyone to arrive.

Zoe still wasn't pleased that John had gone on his recon mission, even if it did give her some hope that he'd get his hands on that gun he'd been talking about. Focusing her attention on Grace made for a great distraction though, and she tried to keep herself calm with the thought that John was just traveling, and things didn't have to go wrong every time he left.

( Appropriate icon is appropriate for once! Stupid teenagers. )

[Can you call something a preplay if you write it with yourself? Ahem. NFI, blah blah blah, y'all know the drill.]

When Zoe woke up, she found herself wondering if the weekend had been real, or just a really bad dream. Then she realized how much her breath smelled like marshmallows, and sighed. It was a good thing she hadn't known John when they were younger, she realized, or they might have killed each other.

[For the not weetiny husband.]

Zoe was working quietly on the couch, glancing over occasionally to keep an eye on Grace. She had something playing on the television, some inane video that was sure to drive her crazy before Grace ever tired of it, but it was keeping her quiet and entertained, and for the moment that's what counted.

[For two certain young ladies.]

After Zoe's encounter with Inara, she couldn't wait to get home and tell John about what was happening again. She had to admit, she was kind of looking forward to the possibility of the boys being little.

[For any and all Winchesters!]