Characters/Pairing: Max/Alec, Original Cindy
Word Count: 1700
Disclaimer: Not mine, not even a little
Summary: "Even though we were made, we're still real. We deserve real things just like everybody else."
Notes: Sort of a combination of two prompts: K-2. Alec/Max or gen. Give me something happy with the transgenics and Christmas. And G-1. Fic. Max/Alec, or gen Alec doesn't get gift giving. Max used to agree.
Title is from the Sufjan Stevens version of the hymn "Come Thou Font of Every Blessing." While I don't think the transgenics are a particularly religious bunch, I think the themes of feeling lost and finding purpose together fit them well. Listen to the song while you read! It is just about perfect, imho.
By Thy Help I'm Come