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Story Notes:
Welcome, everyone! This is a Christmas gift for all my Psych-os. :-) This story does indeed feature my OC, Rebecca. Thanks to the fabulous Marniewings for her help in generating the idea for this story. I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, nor do I own any of its characters, settings, trademarks, or related material. Psych and all related materials are the property of their respective owners. The plot and original characters of this story are my intellectual property. I am not associated with Psych, its creators, or any involved parties. I am not associated with any other media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Hello, everybody, and Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy, and I hope that I can actually finish this story by Christmas and still have time to work on "Yesterday..." :-D
Rebecca Williams was blaring "Blue Christmas" on her IPod when Carlton Lassiter unlocked her door and peeked into her house. "Carlton!" she cried, bounding exuberantly to the door to meet him.

"Good morning, Williams," he greeted.
"How are you today, Carlton?" she asked. She put emphasis on the word "are" every time she asked that. He couldn't figure out why. Why not emphasize "how," or "you?" Strange.
"I'm fine. How are you?"
"Working on Christmas cards," she answered, making a face. "I'm not sure if I enjoy doing it or not. I think probably not. I always end up writing a lot of Christmas cards because I have a zillion relatives."

"I never send any Christmas cards. I just call my mother and my sister on Christmas Day. I don't see the need to waste paper pretending that I care about anyone else."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "I can see that. But if you do care, then it's not a waste of paper." She waited just a second before adding encouragingly, "I have some spare cards if you'd like to send one to somebody."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I just told you why."
"Surely you can think of someone that you'd like to send a card to. Why not send one to your family, along with the calls?"

He crossed his arms and huffed. "I don't want to send a card, Williams!"
"Okay, okay. Fine," she replied, holding up her hands placatingly. Then she was struck with a thought. "Maybe I should send them cards."
"What?"
"Maybe I should send your family cards. Or at least your mama. I mean, if we're going to be in a long-term relationship---and I think we've already agreed that we're pretty serious about each other---then maybe I should send them a Christmas card. I think that would be nice. Wouldn't it?"

"No!" Lassiter answered. "Trust me, it's best that we keep my mother in the dark about us for as long as possible. That's a can of worms that you do not want to open!"
Rebecca was a little hurt. "Do you think she wouldn't like me?"
"Quite frankly, no."
"Oh. Well, maybe I could send one to your sister instead?"
"No."
"Do you think she wouldn't like me, either?"

Lassiter sighed. "No, she would like you well enough. But I don't want to risk her telling. Now, trust me. Just leave it alone, and deal with Christmas in your own family."
Rebecca started to reply, but stopped herself. She didn't want to complain, but in all honesty, she was frustrated and depressed. This Christmas would be her first without her large, loving family surrounding her. She couldn't deal with her own family because they were thousands of miles away, and she'd hoped to relieve some of that homesickness by reaching out to her boyfriend's family.

Lassiter scowled when he noticed the facial expressions that accompanied this underlying inner struggle. He was glad that Rebecca wore her heart on her sleeve because she could never keep secrets, which was an advantage for him, since Rebecca, though she would never lie to him, would also never tell him when she was missing home and needed his support. He was scowling because he knew that in order to give her that support, he had to find a way to distract her from her sadness.

He suddenly had a very good idea on how to accomplish this. He pulled her into his arms suddenly to distract her immediately, and from her little gasp of surprise, he knew he had her where he wanted her for the moment. Meanwhile, he had the perfect surrogate family in mind for Rebecca.


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