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Happy Fourth of July! (Mark and Jack)

"Mark?" Jack swung his legs over the end table's edge as he watched the human pull on his jacket. "I still don't get it," he ventured, "Where are we going? To see the uh... the...?"

"To see the fireworks!" Mark said these words like Jack should know what that meant. That only made the small Irishman even more worried, and confused.

"Fire... works?" He echoed, frowning at the strange word. Mark stopped and gave Jack an alarmed look.

"Yeah, the fireworks. You know? For-for fourth of July, Independence Day-" he stopped and suddenly dropped his jaw as his eyes widened. "Wait a minute. You don't know what fireworks are!?" He gasped. Jack shrugged, caving in a little.

"Well- If I did, I wouldn't be asking." Mark dropped his shoes and dropped to his knees to meet Jack's gaze at his eye level.

"Seriously? You've never heard of them?" Jack shied back and tried to defend himself.

"I never got out much before I met ya, okay!" He could feel his cheeks starting to burn as the embarrassment set in. What was so important about these fireworks? What was so special about the fourth of July? Was it like Christmas? But where were the decorations?

Mark pinched his nose and pushed his glasses, wondering how the hell he was suppose to explain such a popular holiday. "It's kind of like Christmas," he began slowly, "Except there's no tree or decorations. Instead, we celebrate with picnics or grilled foods, and fireworks and all that kind of stuff. There's firecrackers, hot dogs, even ice cream if you want..." Jack was still clueless. He knew what picnics and the foods were, but he had never heard of firecrackers before.

"That sounds dangerous," the borrower remarked.

"It could be, if not done right. But there's precautions that are taken, and if something does happen then the fire fighters will take care of it," Mark assured. "So far, I've never seen the fireworks go wrong."

"I guess that's good," Jack mumbled, shifting his weight nervously. He wasn't so sure about this.

"Hey, Amy!" Mark briefly went into the living room to chat with his girlfriend. "Can you make sure Chica doesn't get too spooped?"

"Already got the blanket fort set up," came the female's reply. "You don't need to worry about her, just make sure to be back before the rain comes in; they're doing the fireworks a little bit earlier to beat the showers."

"Okay, thanks Amy." Jack felt a small jolt of guilt. He's willing to leave Chica here at home just to take me to see these fireworks?

"Thank you," he murmured out loud as Mark returned. The young man frowned.

"What for?" He asked. Jack bashfully studied the floor far below, even though it gave him a jolt of adrenaline to remind him how tiny he was.

" 'Cause yer helping me learn so much about humans and yer traditions and holidays and etiquette codes and-" Mark smiled and crouched to the borrower's eye level again.

"Jack, you don't need to thank me. I should be thanking you!" He laughed. "You've really taught me how I should always try to keep my spirits up, and to always look on the bright side of things! You've made me a better person, so the least I can do is take you to a simple little fireworks demonstration." Jack was pretty sure his entire face was beet-red.

"M-mark... I... Wow." He laughed a little and messed with his hair. "Stop it, yer embarrassing me!" The little Irishman finally chuckled. Mark chuckled back and rose to his full height.

"Come on then, leprechaun," he teased, "Let's go before we miss them!" Jack chortled and punched Mark's thumb.

"Who ya callin' a leprechaun, Mr. I'm-Four-Foot-Two?"