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Fic 2, this time set at a HHTV Christmas party. Or, it would have been if I'd finished it.

It was that time of year again. Christmas. More importantly, time for the HHTV Christmas Party. Jessica Harvey-Smythe was rather new to the HHTV team and this would be her first party, and by the sounds of it, it was going to be just as crazy as previous years. She’d heard stories of Sam turning up in her poshest dress and glitziest shoes and spending the night drinking fancy drinks as Bob Hale and Mike Peabody fought for her affections. Jessica rather liked Mike herself, not that she’d let him in on that, but maybe this party would be a good chance for her to get on his good side, let old Bobsie have Sam and make a thing of it. She had no idea what it was about Mike Peabody that made all of the women on the HHTV team, except Sam for some reason, fall head over heels for him. Maybe it was that taped on press badge, or dark hair and intense eyes that made him look a lot manlier than he actually was. Nobody knew what it was, but all the other HHTV men wanted it. Alas, Mike only had eyes for Sam.

As the day of the do crept closer, Jessica found herself deep in conversation with Mike whilst Sam was reading the headlines. “Yeah, so then the monk got so scared he just wet himself. And I was left to fend for myself with just a feather! A feather, can you believe it? Anyway, it was lucky I fell though… I mean found the entrance back through the Time Sewers when I did, or those Vikings could have killed me” he was saying, but Jessica wasn’t really listening. She knew this story anyway. It was one of his favourites. He told it all the time, and it had happened on live television, so it wasn’t exactly a big secret. “…well?” Jessica heard as she was slammed out of her daydream and back into reality.

“Oh, sorry Mike. What were you saying?”

“Are you coming to the Christmas do? We’re all doing a secret santa, and it’s your first year! You can’t miss it. You might even catch Old Bobsie doing the Macarena if you’re lucky…”

“Is that you asking me to go with you, Mike?” Jessica asked. It was only half serious, but she hoped that maybe it was.

“Well, umm… I was just asking if you were going, Jess. I think we all know who I’ve got my eye on” he raised an eyebrow and made his ‘you know what I mean’ face “But yeah, you should totally come! It’ll be a laugh.”

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The first of my awful HH fanfics. This one is loosely based on the Twilight style of writing ( bad and depressing) I don't even know, man. I don't even know.

Even for a vampire, the night could be incredibly cold. Mat sat on the balcony of the apartment that he and the rest of the cast shared during long period of filming on location. He was wearing a tight white shirt with three multi-coloured buttons at the collar. Just because he was a vampire now didn't mean he wasn't allowed a splash of colour in his wardrobe, plus, he'd always loved this shirt.

He heard a noise behind him and turned around. It was Ben, slowling sliding through the glass doors that lead out onto the balcony. "Hey" he said, putting his hands on the edge of the balcony wall and leaning over, looking at the street below.

"Hi" Mat replied, not looking back at his collegue but keeping his eyes fixed on the many lights shining in the darkness around him. "How come you're out here?" he asked.

"Larry's telling jokes again. Needed a break. There's only so many times you can hear 'Hey horse, why the long face?' without wanting to hit him." Ben replied. "Why are you out here? And what are you staring at?"

"I am out here because I like the lights. And the dark. The lights in the dark. They're... nice. That's what I'm staring at. You should know that by now."

"I know I should. I guess I just haven't adjusted to... well, y'know. How you are now." Ben replied awkwardly. He was the only person who knew that Mat was a vampire. The others were just apparently too amused by Larry's jokes to notice Mat disappearing into the night for hours at a time.

For a while, the two of them said nothing, they both just stared out at the lights. Mat was surprised that Ben still wanted to know him now he was so... different.

"Shall we go back inside?" Mat said suddenly, causing Ben to jump and grab hold of the balcony wall very tightly.

"Err, yeah I guess. Has Larry stopped?" Ben replied, looking through the glass doors to see the rest of the cast sitting around the sofas watching Scooby Doo on the television. Larry's mouth was shut. Good.

The two walked inside and sat down at the edge of the sofa beside Jim. Ben sat with his eyes fixed on the screen and Mat slumped down beside him and turned his head to face outside. He really did like the lights. "What've we missed?" Ben asked him, he loved Scooby Doo.

"Well," Jim began, "There's a vampire running around and Scooby and the Gang are chasing it around an apartment building."

At this, Mat sat bolt upright and stared at the screen. The rest of the people in the room gave him a rather funny look. "Like this one, do ya, Mat?" piped up Lawry from the other end of the sofa.

"Oh... err, yeah!" he said, trying to sound excited. This was the sort of thing that he really needed to not do. He didn't want to bring attention to himself, which was difficult considering he jumped every time vampires were mentioned. He slumped back down into the chair, this time watching the screen.

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I should really make more text posts here. It's just I have nothing to report on right now. Nothing is happening.

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