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For bamfdoll, who made me some lovely Christmas fic. This blends fandoms, and it's kind of a surprise, muahaha. Hope it comes out ok, I'm not used to writing for this second surprise fandom, hehe. Sorry for the lateness, but enjoy it, my friend. ♥!


The night's snow fall picked up as St. John Allerdyce and Sara McKenzie sped across the dark street, barely making it onto the opposite sidewalk before the light changed. Normally Sara would've used her mutant powers to give them a slight advantage, however the numbing cold was preventing her from thinking too clearly at the moment. John would've used his fire manipulation powers to heal them as well, however they were out in the wide open streets of New York City, where such abuses of his potential would certainly draw unwelcome attention.

Looking around, they spied a friendly looking coffee house that didn't appear to be too crowded. It was as good a place as any to duck into and warm up before moving on. They had left the mansion in Montana under the cover of night about two weeks ago and had been on the lam ever since. It had been a nice enough spot, however both of them had become frustrated with their respective situations and no longer had any desire to remain there. Sara's best friend, Ruby, had somehow accomplished what she had been placed in the Nexus for and disappeared into thin air back to her own time a few months back, leaving Sara extremely upset and feeling more out of place than ever. St. John had been trying to get back to his Marie Ange for quite some time, to no avail. When he realized Sara was in the same position that he was, they eventually hatched a plan to escape from the others and to try and find their own way back home.

They'd headed East, and after a long journey they had finally arrived in New York City. They had no place to stay and very little money, and the cold January weather was starting to take its toll on them. Money wouldn't be an issue, once they found an ATM somewhere where no one was looking and Sara was able to work her magic on it, but first then needed to warm up and possibly get something to eat. Their only plan was simple: they were going to investigate the New York area, where in Sara's world there had been a school for mutants like them. With any luck they would stumble upon someone or something that could help them both get back to their real lives.

Sitting at an empty table, Sara snuggled up inside her coat while John took his off and hung it up on a nearby coat hanger.

"I'm n-not taking mine off, I'm still too frickin' c-cold." She blew into her hands, rubbing them together in an attempt to warm them up.

John snickered, sitting down and eyeing the small candle that sat in the middle of the table. "Well then, I'll see what I can do t'help you then, pet." Concentrating on the flame, John made it grow and pulse even brighter, though not so bright as to arouse any suspicion. The extra heat generated flowed out over the table, and Sara leaned in to bathe herself in its warmth.

"Ahhh, I knew I kept you around for something." She grinned across the table at him, finally relaxing and letting her shoulders slump a little as the newfound heat source did its trick on her cold body.

"To keep you warm at night, of course. And to use my talents to keep you warm too, of course." He chuckled, catching the eye of a comely bartender as she walked through the crowd taking orders. He managed to cover up the grimace from Sara's well-placed kick to the ankle under the table before ordering a little libation for himself and a water at his blonde companion's request. "Now now, no need to get angry, my love. It's only the truth, ain't it?"

Sara rolled her eyes and grinned just a little despite herself. John really was quite the charmer, and what was worse was that he knew it. "Whatever."

John began to make yet another retort, however the bartender, who was apparently very quick on the draw, returned with their drinks first. He gave them the last of their big bills and tipped her generously nevertheless, stealing a quick glance at her rather generous assets while doing so and adding in a wink for good measure. "Right, whatever." He sipped his drink and took in their surroundings, and for the first time noted the band playing over in the corner. There were two guys, a tall, bespectacled man playing an electric bass and singing in a low voice, while the other thin, bearded man played guitar and sang in a higher tone. "Huh, guess we've got some entertainment in here."

"If you call that entertainment. What are they... what's business time?" Sara frowned and turned around, opening her bottle of water as she tried to focus on what they were saying. When it became obvious that they were singing about sex, she scrunched up her nose. "Ew, seriously? Wearing socks? That is not sexy at all, I'm afraid. No business for you."

As the song continued on and the lyrics became more and more ludicrous she did find herself giggling from time to time, however, and John was cheering at some parts. The only other person in the place that even seemed to be listening to the band was a sole female who was standing and dancing along to the music, and actually singing along with the lyrics.

When the song was over, the MC came to the mic and announced that the band would be taking a break. He announced their name as Flight of the Conchords, something neither of the two had ever heard of before. They chalked it up to them being a small time NYC act, though John was actually interested in finding out more about them. The two placed their guitars in their stands and stood near the mics, speaking to a red haired man that approached them after they left the stage. They seemed to be trying to dismiss the one girl who had been frantically singing along with them a few minutes earlier.

"C'mere, love. Let's go see what they're all about, yeah?" John stood and tugged on Sara's elbow, gently getting her to her feet. "Could be fun."

"Noooooooo, John. I'm tired and I want to just stay here in the warmth." Sara pouted, moving to sit back down before seeing the candle on the table mysteriously go out, seemingly on its own. "...I hate you."

John just laughted and tugged on her arm again, leading her towards the band. "C'mon, just for a minute, I swear." He'd heard their accents in the thank you's at the end of their song and just had to investigate. The three men stood together in a circle of sorts, with the red headed man speaking to the two others.

"Alright, Bret, present... Jermaine, present... Murray, present, right." He checked off names on a pad with his pencil before continuing. "First item on the agenda, fan approval rating. I'm happy to say that your performance so far has a 100% approval rating from your fanbase. Great song selection, good execution..."

"Um. D'you mean Mel?" The one he'd called Bret scratched his head and pointed at the woman who had been dancing, who was hiding behind a corner none too discretely and waving at the band.

The other man who must have been Jermaine nodded. "Yeah, she's our only fan, isn't she? And she- she likes everything we do. So that's not..."

"...that's not exactly news, Murray." finished Bret.

The red headed man named Murray paused for a beat, tapping his pencil on his chin. "Yes, Bret, but still. You have to support your fanbase no matter how big or small it is. Do you want...ifyou don't do that you can cut it in half, maybe. Or less."

Bret shook his head. "You can't cut Mel in half."

"I don't think her husband would... would approve of you cutting her in half, Murray." Jermaine turned to see a middle aged man tugging on Mel's shoulder, trying in vain to get her attention away from the band.

"No, Jermaine, I don't want... half her attention, you could cut that in half. Like maybe she'd only come to half your shows each month, you ever think of that, hmm?"

"...we only do one show a month, Murray, that's all you get us." Jermaine blinked.

"We've never had two in a month." Bret looked at the pad to see what else was on the agenda, causing Murray to pull the pad tighter to his chest.

"Well she might walk out half way through your gig then. You wouldn't want that, would you? To make Mel have to leave early?" Murray looked from one to the other. "No, I didn't think so."

Bret paused before speaking. "What if came late instead and missed the first half, would that be ok?"

"Bret, no. You're talking nonsense. Alright, item number two..."

Sara and John looked at each other at the silly exchange and couldn't help but laugh out loud. It caught the three men's attention and they turned to face the pair.

"I'm sorry, can I help you? Oh, are you with the establishment? It's only a small break, promise, I'll make sure they continue right away." Murray started ushering the boys back on the stage for fear of the 'establishment' chastising them, or worse yet, docking them pay for not playing a full set.

"No, no, it's ok mate, promise. We're, uh. We just wanted to say hi. And to say we like your music." John grinned impishly, immensely enjoying this strange happenstance. Sara went to elbow him for being so mean but wasn't able to do so since all three of the men turned to look at John as soon as he said he liked their music.

"Wait. You... you like our music?" Bret turned to face Jermaine, who looked just as stunned as he did. "I mean, well, yeah. Naturally. Are you... the accent. Australia, yes?"

John nodded. "And you guys are Kiwis, right? I mean, from New Zealand, no offense." He raised his hands to show he'd meant no offense. "It's been awhile since I've met anyone from our neck of the woods, it's nice."

"And yes, we liked the song we heard. We came in late and only caught... what was it, Business Time?" Sara hazarded a guess at the song, that sounded like as good a guess as any.

Jermaine grinned and dipped his voice even lower. "Why yes, that's it. Do... do you know what time it is now?" He raised an eyebrow at what could only have appeared as a comedic attempt at flirting, except he truly appeared to be sincere, which made Sara laugh even harder.

"It's... it's 9:45pm." She managed to utter in between laughs, and turned to John and hid behind him as she continued to snicker at the man's poor, poor advances.

After Bret elbowed his bandmate, Jermaine cleared his throat and nodded. "Oh yes, right. I was just... daylight savings. Threw me off, wanted to check. Thanks, miss."

Murray rolled his eyes, then turned to John and Sara. "I'm sorry, I'm Murray, the manager of the band. We're, um, doing a survey of potential fans of the band, and... did you say you liked what you heard?"

Bret looked over Murray's shoulder to see what was written on the pad again. "No, Murray, that's not next on the agenda, next is reminding us to stuff our pockets with sugar packets and creamer before lea-"

"NO. BRET. It's a survey. It's... it's on my other list." He closed the notepad and tucked it away before turning back to Sara and John. "So... your thoughts are... ?" Bret and Jermaine then focused their attention on the pair, raising their eyebrows expectedly.

"Yeah, hell, why not. We're fans, the missus and I. Great job guys!" John grinned and put his arm around Sara, who managed to stop laughing long enough to nod her head in agreement with her friend.

"Yup, it's gr-great work, you guys!" Sara's smile was certainly genuine, even if it was due to laughter at their actions more so than appreciation of their music.

The three men beamed at the news, then looked at each other.

Bret's jaw practically hit the floor. "Murray, d'you know that means?"

"Bret, it means that we've... we've got fans. With an s." Jermaine made an 's' shape with his finger to emphasize the fact.

"Plural, you guys. I told you ol' Murray would pull through!" Murray clapped his hands together, and at the moment he did so a bright flash went off in the café.

Sara and John covered their eyes, blinking at the suddent blinding luminesence and rubbing their eyes until their vision came back to normal.

"Wow, that was odd, are you guys... alright..." John blinked, rubbing his eyes again as he looked around. The three men had simply vanished into thin air right in front of their eyes.

"John? Did they... where did they go? It's as if... oh boy. You don't think... I mean, their goal was..."

John reached over for his drink, downing the rest of the liquor in one shot. "Bloody hell."