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Jack makes his way carefully downstairs, a tiny, well-wrapped bundle in his arms. First matters first: a brief trip outside to the willow tree ("Auntie Shee, darling,"), and then back inside to the warmth of the fireplace and some supper and holiday cheer.

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There is a Santa-fied Hank, with four presents, who stops at his side.

He grins.

"Merry Christmas to you an yours."

Each box is labeled.

Jack says one and it contains a box of seeds, all from aliens owrlds, that can be grown on earth soil with care. It also contains a book on exotic animals of the hunt.

Sheila Says one, and it contains water of the Nexus of realities. Guaranteed to stimulate life and hope and strength.

Gil says another, and it contains a book of earth and alien insects, of every size and shape, and also a book ont he CSi sciences of other wrorlds.

And finally Georgia, says the last, and contains a small jumper in Jack's colors, and a small little bracelet of a stringy material. That comes with a card. This is from the Nexus. A reminder that whatever possibilities you see for yourself, you can become. Every few moments it changes color and will grow with her.

Jack beams. "Thank you so much. These are lovely." He shifts the baby a little so Hank can see her rosebud face. "This is our Georgie."

hank smiles(close-lipped) at teh baby.

"Greetings and Merry Christmas, fair Georgie. May you ever be happy and welcome."

He smiles.

"Doctor Hank McCoy, at your service. I think we met briefly at your wedding."

"I think we did. Forgive me, my memory's not what it used to be."

After six million years he's allowed a bit of forgetfullness.

Georgia just yawns. She's still working on that eye-focusing thing.

"How is your Christmas going?"

He has heard a little of what has happenend through the grapevine but nothing major.

"I have a daughter and my sister's a tree until March. It's . . . very strange."

"At least it is interesting..."

Hank grins.

"Sounds about like my friends and family. Throw in an evil twin and time travel and it just might be."

"Oh my, I have no idea what havoc an evil twin of mine would wreak."

Hank grins and shakes his head.

"Then let us not tempt it and hope instead for good twins and good fortune, for now and the new year."

He grins at the little one, then back to Jack.

So... what kind of tree?"

"A willow. Graceful, you see. Very Sheila."

"Indeed? I will have to go out and meet her. Tis not every day you meet a tree who used to be a lady."

he grins.

"She is in a good spot for the Winter?"

"By the lake, with a good view. Don't expect much conversation until spring, though."

hank grins.

"Conversation can be overrated. Sometimes, all you need is a nice place by a tree, where you can sit and talk."

He eyes jack for a moment.

"Since she is your sister, I take it she is a goddess as well?"

"Absolutely. Sheela-na-Gig as was, goddess of birth."

"Indeed? Cool!"

Hank loves old knowledge. He will undoubtedly look up everything he can find about her soon.

"What do you do? to pass the time, I mean. Obviously you have a baby now, but... I am curious I admit as to what a God does for hobbies."

"Well, I have a job, actually," he says with a laugh. "I like work. I've owned pubs and run farms and dairies and been a groundskeeper. Right now I'm what they call a landscape architect--fancy name for a gardener."

"Intriguing. Sounds interesting. Maybe we should hire you next time the lawn gets destroyed..."

"Barring it being sown with salt, I can bring it back." Jack is amused.

"No salt... usualy, bombs, lasers, asteroids, frost, fire... those kinds of things."

"Pfft, those are easy," Jack says with a wave of his hand.

"Once every six months or so?"

Hank grins.

"I think it would eb good to have a landscaper we wouldnt have to hide all the strangeness from."

"Believe me, I've seen everything you can imagine and then some."

Hank grins.

"I believe you. Hopefully we wont need your services soon, but I will keep that thought. Anyway, i should keep moving. I hope you have a wonderful night!"

"Thank you. Good night, Hank." He waves slightly and Georgia stirs just enough to uncurl a fist.

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