Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten - Ch. 16
16. The strangest Christmas tidings
Utterson was in a hurry today. It was Christmas time, so he had closed his office for the holidays. Unlike normally around this time of the year, he felt euphoric. This year's Christmas was better than all the others. Lady Summers had invited him and Lanyon to celebrate with them and because Jekyll and Hyde were there too, he could be in the presence of the dearest person in his life. And this time, no one had to hide their feelings. The lawyer suspected, that Hyde had a negativistic attitude towards the most wonderful time of the year, but also hoped, that the small brunette wouldn't make a fuss. But what he hoped even more was that Hyde would let Jekyll be in control, just for a while.
When he arrived, the butler let him in and wished him a merry Christmas. The lawyer requited that wish, only to then remember, that Mr. Singh was a Hindu and didn't really celebrate Christmas as anything other than a day to spend with the rest of the household. Awkwardly he apologised to the Indian, who chuckled good-humouredly and took it in stride.
This happens every year, he thought in embarrassment, as he allowed the butler to lead him to the parlour.
As always, the decoration was colourful and multicultural. Just like the mistress of the house preferred it. It smelled of exotic, expensive spices and baked fruits and for a few seconds, the lawyer allowed himself to be enveloped by the heavy, but rich scent.
Then he was torn back into the moment by cheerful laughter and saw Lanyon and Jekyll sit on one of the couches. They were chatting and laughing about old times.
Utterson felt his heart swell at the sight and silently hid behind a curtain to listen and see, when they would notice him.
“… And do you remember that one time in chemistry class, when we messed up the professor's chemicals, while he wasn't looking?”
“Ugh, don't remind me. That was such a low point.”
“Come on! It was priceless!”
Lanyon chuckled: “Alright, I admit it: that was completely worth the subsequent beating and permanent notation in our school files.”
Jekyll smirked: “Prof. Whitby's reaction was … an utter masterpiece!”
The white-haired doctor smirked back: “I remember, how the principle had to tie him to a chair, until he calmed down! He screamed bloody murder the entire time!”
The blond giggled: “Yes, he was like a burnt, rabid monkey! And with all the coal on him and his hair looking like a hedgehog, it was glorious! Oh, if only I'd had a camera back then!”
Now Utterson spoke up: “I think if you had, they would have taken it away from you.”
The two doctors yelped in surprise and whirled around.
The lawyer smiled and opened his arms. “Merry Christmas, you two.”
Jekyll immediately jumped up and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Utterson laughed and allowed himself to melt into the taller man's embrace for a moment, until Lanyon joined them.
“Merry Christmas”, the latter replied to his friend, before prying Jekyll off of him, so he could breathe again.
“Don't suffocate him, Henry”, Lanyon chuckled. The other doctor let go and mumbled an awkward apology and a 'Merry Christmas'.
The lawyer laughed: “I see, you're talking about the good ol' times!”
Jekyll smiled: “Yes, we are. It feels so good, that we can do that again.”
“It is”, Lanyon agreed softly, smiling as well. “And not just because it's Christmas.”
The lawyer smirked: “Let me join you two. I also remember some silly stories from back then.”
They sat on the couch and resumed their dwelling in the old times. Utterson contributed with the silly debaucheries Jekyll had been up to during their college time.
“ … And do you remember that one time you almost got the three of us expelled for throwing a party in our dorm and getting us drunk?”
“Of course I do! Not proud of it, but seeing you drunk sure was an event!”
“Or that one time Gabriel and I woke up one day long before due, only to find that you weren't there?”
“Don't you dare, Lanyon!”
“Oh yes! We were worried sick and spent the entire morning looking for you-”
“Not you too, Gabriel!”
“-only to find you passed out in the school garden, half naked, with love bites all over you!”
“Noooo, why did you have to bring that up?! That was the worst thing-”
“Come on, Jekyll! Apart from the two of us, no one saw you!”
“You never let me hear the end of it!”
“Well, serves you right! That's what you get for sneaking out in the middle of the night.”
“Come on, that was over thirty years ago! How do you even still remember it that vividly?”
Lanyon smirked: “Because it was that hilarious, that's how! Besides, it's just payback for that one time you drew on my face in my sleep! Or that one time you laughed at my pony tail and called it old-fashioned!”
“Oh come on! I apologised! And didn't I always defend you, when our fellow students were mean to you?”
The bespectacled man smiled fondly: “Yes, of course I remember that. Like that one time someone called me a teacher's pet with freak eyes and you brawled with him in front of everyone! And somehow you still managed for him to get expelled, instead of yourself. That was really wicked of you, Jekyll.”
“I know, but I would lie, if I said that I regret it.”
Lanyon muttered something under his breath, that sounded like: “Idiot.” But he smiled.
Utterson laughed and put his bag on the table. Just when he was about to hand his presents to his friends, suddenly an angry screech tore through the festive atmosphere.
“What was that?”, Jekyll asked in shock.
Utterson frowned: “That must have been Lady Summers.”
Lanyon sighed: “Sounds like she received a letter or a cable from her relatives in Germany. She isn't very fond of them-”
Before he could end his sentence, the Lady herself rushed into the room. She was sputtering something that sounded dangerously like German profanities, pieces of paper in her gloved hand.
Then she flung herself onto the couch by the fireplace in a rather unladylike manner.
“Agh!”, she fumed, “Ich hasse diesen Kerl!”*
When she saw the three clueless gentlemen staring at her, she cleared her throat and sat up.
“My apologies, gentlemen”, she excused herself, “That you have to see me like this. I just received a letter from my second cousin and it's extremely offensive.”
She threw one piece of paper onto the red carpet and rested her feet on it.
The gentlemen winced and exchanged looks. Whoever this second cousin was, he must have really infuriated her, if she treated his letter so disrespectfully.
Finally it was Jekyll who gathered his courage first. “Uhm … Milady, if you don't mind … what does it say, that offends you so?”, he inquired as cautiously as possible.
She huffed, removed her feet from the letter and picked it up.
“Normally, I don't read the letters of my relatives out loud”, she conceded, “But there is no harm in letting people know, what an idiotic sod he is. Feast your ears on this gibberish!”
She unfolded the letter and began to translate the content:
“My dear cousin,
I wish you a happy Christmas tiding.
It's truly a shame that a member of our exalted house is not here to celebrate this joyous time with us. It's a disgrace really, that a woman like you chooses to spend it with English snobs, rather than in her true father land, with her true people and her true family. But if those are the people you want to waste your formidable skills on, that's none of my concern.
But this is the time of forgiveness, so I shall not hold any grievances.
I am well. The emperor is having health problems, but that's no surprise for such an old man. He's almost ninety after all, he won't last another five years.
Father and mother are fine, if only they wouldn't waste their time on those treacherous so foolishly.
Old chancellor Bismarck is patronising as always and I wish he would finally bite the dust or at least resign.
I hope you and your exotic household have a merry Christmas and say hello to my uncle and grandmother from me.
Most respectfully and hoping that one day you will come to your senses and serve OUR monarchy rather than the British,
Prince Wilhelm.”
She stopped and crushed the letter in her hands, her ice blue eyes blazing with fury.
Meanwhile the men in front of her were mute with disbelief. The servants present in the room stood in awkward silence.
Utterson wasn't sure if he was more shocked by the rudeness of the letter or by the revelation of just how powerful her father's family was.
“Can you believe this?!”, she seethed, “It's already bad enough that this arrogant bastard has the impudence to bother me on Christmas Eve, but this takes the cake!”
With a growl, she tore the letter into half.
“That 26-year-old brat has the gall- ”
She tore it into quarters,
“-and the nerve to sign 'Prince'-”
She tore it into eighths,
“-just to rub into my face how inferior he thinks I am!”
She threw the pieces into the fire place. Then she dropped back onto the couch with a frustrated sigh. Her Japanese lady-in-waiting fanned her with a huge paper fan. Her butler served her a glass of cordial, she thanked him meekly and downed it in one gulp.
The gentlemen also received a glass of liquor each.
Jekyll began: “I'm really sorry, Milady-”
“No, no”, she interrupted him, “It's me, who's sorry. You are my guests and clients, you shouldn't have to deal with my family issues, especially not on Christmas Eve.”
She skimmed over the other letters, burned another two of them and gave the rest to her butler, who left the room with them.
“Foo! And that on this day!”, she lamented.
Finally, her nurse approached her: “Milady … don't let that silly, foolish letter upset you. It's Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year! Don't let that be ruined by a piece of paper! Wilhelm is just a proper rake. Forget him and the entire brood and celebrate!”
Her mistress smiled sadly and tiredly and replied: “You're right. Thank you, Marie.”
Then she turned to her guests.
“But I realise, I haven't greeted you properly, how rude of me! I apologise. Merry Christmas, gentlemen. Thank you for joining us today.”
“The thanks are ours”, Lanyon answered, then saw the bottle and spoon the butler handed to her and added, “But please lay off the brandy. You shouldn't get drunk today, Milady.”
“Oh, that's not brandy”, the Lady assured him, “I'm just taking a spoonful of laudanum to calm myself down.”
“Fine”, the hoary doctor consented doubtfully.
Yet the three gentlemen were still concerned. Jekyll had never and the latter two only a few times seen the Lady so genuinely upset and they were a bit helpless in that moment.
Utterson particularly loathed himself, because she had always been a source of support and good counsel to him, whenever he had needed it and now, that she herself was out of order, he didn't know how to help her and he hated it. When he regarded his friends, it became clear, that they were thinking similarly.
It was Lanyon, who spoke next: “Merry Christmas, Milady. That means, a merrier one than it is right now.”
The other two followed suit.
She smiled gently and thanked them, before sitting up and gesturing to the empty space next to her.
“Sit with me, Dr. Lanyon”, she requested and he obeyed.
Utterson suppressed a grin, when her hand brushed his with obvious deliberation and his old friend blushed.
Jekyll didn't even bother to hide his smirk. “Something we should know, Hastie?”, he teased.
“Shut up”, the other muttered, his blush increasing.
Utterson came to his friend's aid: “Leave him be, Jekyll. Their matter is a convoluted one.”
“Indeed it is”, Lady Summers confirmed, “But I can assure you, Dr. Jekyll, that there is nothing indecent about this matter. No ground for teasing.”
“Of that I have no doubt”, Jekyll defended himself, “I just couldn't help myself there. But I would never accuse either of you of being indecent.”
“Good.”
Then the butler returned to fetch the bottle of laudanum and inform everyone that brunch was ready.
“Oh, that's wonderful!”, the hostess exclaimed in delight, “This brightens my day immediately! Gentlemen, you must join us! My employees and I will be happy to have three more at our table! Especially, since my cooks prepared far too much food this year!”, she added with a teasing wink and everyone laughed.
So the butler saved the morning, which from there was passed with the appropriate merriment.
“Oh my! Mr. Utterson, you really didn't have to!”, Lady Summers cried, holding up an expensive new black raincoat.
“I beg to differ”, Utterson said, “I saw the state of your old raincoat and I thought one can never go wrong with a practical present.”
Jekyll smiled.
Of course, that's so much like you, Gabe.
“It's beautiful!”, she marvelled, running her hands over the elaborate pattern and needlework. Then she jumped up and darted off with the coat, bubbling in excitement about how she had to try it on immediately.
Jekyll chuckled good-naturedly. It was so hard to believe, that this woman was actually fifty years old, when she was looking and behaving as excitedly as a young maid.
Meanwhile Lanyon got his present from Utterson and beamed at the new walking cane he unwrapped. “Oh, thank you, Gabriel! How did you know?”
“Lawyer's instinct”, Utterson said mysteriously.
Jekyll blushed a little. He hadn't heard that tone in ages, yet it still managed to grab his attention.
Then the black-haired man handed him his own present and his heart beat higher.
With barely held-back curiosity, the blond looked at the package in his hand. It was small and rectangular and wrapped in red paper. It took him some self-restraint to open it in an appropriate manner, instead of just tearing the wrapping off like a spoiled child.
In the end, his eyes widened in awe: he held a beautiful golden locket in his hand. When he snapped it open, it contained a miniature portrait of Utterson on one side and on the inside of the lid a silver engraving.
From: G. J. Utterson
To: H. Jekyll.
Before Jekyll could say thank you or … anything really, his hand closed around the treasure, he clutched it to his chest and burst into tears in front of everyone.
In his head, Hyde groaned: “Really, Jekyll? He gives you a locket and you start to bawl? Instead of, I don't know, kissing him?! Really?!”
Hyde, shut up!
Suddenly he felt Utterson's smaller hand on his own.
“What's the matter?”, the lawyer asked worriedly, “Do you not like it?”
“I do!”, Jekyll choked, “It's … it's … beautiful!”
Then he cried harder.
“Oh good grief, somebody stop the waterworks!”, Hyde yelled in frustration.
Oh shut up, you hell child cried yesterday!
“I didn't cry over a present! I was in great distress! Partly because of you, may I add! Also, I didn't cry that much!”
Finally Lady Summers ended the mental argument by handing the doctor a handkerchief and telling him to compose himself.
“This is a day of joy, no more tears”, she said.
“But surely, tears of joy must be acceptable!”, Jekyll cried and dried his tears with the kerchief.
But she shook her head. “No. Settle down, doctor, before your alter ego gets the vapours. Besides, some of the people present here are really uncomfortable with tears.”
“Oh, thank you so much!”, Hyde sighed in relief.
You're a brat, do you know that?, the doctor thought in annoyance, then he inhaled deeply and blinked away the last tears.
“You're right”, he finally agreed with the Lady, “My apologies. What ungentlemanly behaviour of me. I just didn't expect to be caught by surprise like that.”
“No one judges you”, the Lady pardoned him graciously, “That is a wonderful gift you received.”
Then her face turned pensive and dreamy. “Yes”, she murmured, “Love is a wonderful gift.”
Her eyes became distant and melancholy, as if she was thinking of times long gone. Jekyll guessed, that she was thinking of her late husband.
“I miss him”, she told them sadly, “It's been twenty-one years, since we last celebrated Christmas together. And my father always sat with us. Then we would chat and laugh about the silliest things. He died five years after my husband. Honestly, gentlemen, one of the reasons I invited you, is that every Christmas I sit here and then I see the two of them again. And then I feel lonely, despite all the servants I employ. None of them knew my husband and only a few knew my father. And do you know what the worst is? Today would have been my father's 70th birthday. Every Christmas is bittersweet.”
Jekyll felt his heart clench.
He couldn't imagine how it was to lose someone so dear, that you mourned them for decades.
Sure, when Lanyon had left him almost eleven years ago, he had taken the loss really hard. He been had completely lost without his colleague's constancy and sense to keep him sane.
But it wasn't the same.
Lanyon was still alive, thanks to the help of Lady Summers. He could talk to him, they could still argue, reconcile, cry and laugh together and be there for each other.
But the Lady herself had lost her husband and father (likely the most important people in her life) forever and nothing would ever bring them back.
It was heart-wrenching and Jekyll had to bite his lip.
“Don't! Don't you dare!”, Hyde warned. “I don't care how depressing this is, you will not start to bawl on me again!”
Don't worry, I'm not going to.
“Be glad, that you can do all these things, Henry. You owe that to her.”
You're right.
Jekyll cleared his throat.
“Milady, may I tell you something?”
She blinked. “Oh? Ah, sure.”
“Thank you. For saving Hyde and me and for saving Lanyon.”
Her eyes grew softer than he had ever seen, as she smiled in response.
“You don't have to thank me, Dr. Jekyll. It was my pleasure.”
Then, all of the sudden, she broke into a huge grin. “But away with these melancholy reflections! I haven't given out my presents yet!”
Lanyon almost laughed at Jekyll's face, when the Countess handed him her present.
“A pot plant?”, the blond asked incredulously.
The Prussian Lady nodded enthusiastically: “When I first went to your house to fetch your chemicals, I saw that you didn't have any plants in your house. What a depressing atmosphere! I thought I had to change that! A flower in the office brightens everyone's mood!”
Jekyll didn't reply and for a moment the white-head thought he was disappointed. But the younger doctor just stared at the pot full of earth, that contained the seed of what surely was to become a beautiful flower.
“It's … it's such a delicate life form … I don't think I can-”
“Nonsense! You're a doctor, of course you can! Besides, you need something to take care of, when you're not treating your patients. This little flower will depend on you to live. You're its parent from now on, so take good care of it.”
“What kind of flower is it?”, Jekyll wanted to know.
The Lady's eyes twinkled. “That's a surprise!”
Lanyon got his present next, a pair of velvet gloves. He didn't show his friends the other present hidden between them: a locket with a miniature portrait.
“Thank you, Milady.”
He hoped that she would understand.
She laughed warmly. She understood.
Utterson received a bottle of fine champagne. “Oh Milady, you shouldn't have!”
“I absolutely should have!”, she objected, “I will not have you force that nasty cheap gin down your throat! Nothing is too good for my friends!”
The black-haired lawyer chuckled and put the bottle into his bag.
Then the servants had their moment of joy, as the Lady handed out a present to each of them.
Jekyll was the next to give out his gifts.
Lady Summers beamed at the scientific protocols she held in her hands. “Thank you, Doctor! This will certainly aid me in my own scientific research! That is an interesting formula, I shall try it out on my blood samples as soon as possible! What a useful present!”
The giver blushed. “Thank you. I'm not sure if it works, but I didn't want to test it on someone else. It would have been too risky.”
She nodded in approval. “I'm glad you think this way. That's one of your redeeming qualities.”
Her secretary took the protocols and went off to her office to put them there.
Then Jekyll gave Lanyon a small package.
When the white-haired doctor opened it, he was surprised to find a brand new golden pince-nez.
“This one suits you much better”, the blond remarked, when Lanyon replaced his bronze-framed pince-nez with the golden one. It was slightly more comfortable and the glasses were stronger than those on the old one.
“Thank you”, he told his friend, “Now I can see better.”
“That's what I thought”, Jekyll commented drily, “Your old one isn't strong enough, I observed.”
The other smiled. He hadn't expected Jekyll to actually notice that.
Utterson received his gift next.
A pocket watch of silver, with a golden engraving on the inside.
“Thank you, Henry”, he said gently, “But may I ask, when you had the opportunity to acquire all the presents?”
That's a good question, Lanyon thought.
“On the first day the Lady allowed me to go out for a walk. Her coachman accompanied me to the bank and to the shops. He had to support me several times, when my legs gave away.”
The coachman, a freckled redhead, whom Lanyon knew to be Irish, shrugged.
“Eh, that 'appens, when ya walk that much after lyin' an' sittin' in bed fer weeks”, he remarked.
Jekyll chuckled: “I know. But I just had to. I needed to get out. I can't sit and lie around all the time.”
“Fair 'nuff”, the coachman agreed. “Neither can I.”
“Hey, I know you!”, Utterson suddenly cried and stood up. “Aren't you the coachman, who drove us here for free that night, when Mr. Hyde-?”
“Aye”, the Irishman confirmed. “Was the only place I knew where you'd get 'elp that late. And I can't just let people die. So that kid's name was Hyde?”
Utterson nodded. “Yes. Edward Hyde. Some twit shot him in the abdomen for no good reason.”
“Indeed”, Lady Summers muttered under her breath, so only Lanyon heard it.
“Thank you for helping us”, the lawyer spoke to the coachman. “If you hadn't let us ride along for free, he would have died.”
The redhead just waved it off. “Mah. Is natural to help someone on the brink o' death. A life's more important than money. B'sides, I get good cash from her Ladyship.”
Lanyon had been keeping a close eye on Jekyll during the conversation.
The blond had grown pale and sombre, but never said anything. Maybe he was considering to later talk to the coachman in private.
Lanyon was the next to hand out his presents.
The Lady received a new black Sunday hat, which she accepted gracefully and put on. It fit perfectly with her new raincoat.
Utterson got a blue velvet scarf, that he wrapped around his neck immediately.
Jekyll pulled a face, when he uncovered an awfully gaudy purple bow tie. “Really, Hastie? Really?!”
The other doctor burst into laughter. This was just the reaction he had hoped for!
“What's the matter?”, he giggled, “Don't you want some colour in your wardrobe? All of your clothes are brown, white, grey or black! Bring some life into that!”
Utterson smirked: “Come on. It's a Christmas present, you have to put it on.”
Lady Summers agreed: “Yes, Dr. Jekyll, come on! Don't make a fuss, lest you want to offend the giver!”
The blond threw them all an evil glare, then he put on the purple bow tie, that absolutely didn't correspond with his beige waistcoat.
“You will pay, Hastie Lanyon”, he threatened darkly, when everyone giggled, “I will get back at you for this prank, when your birthday comes! Just you wait!”
“Totally worth it!”, the white-head snickered.
Yes … that face is totally worth it.
When everyone had calmed down, Utterson noticed a few untouched packages that still lay under the Christmas tree.
“Who are those for?”, he asked.
“They're for Hyde”, Jekyll explained. “I didn't want him to get no presents at all. The small one is from Lanyon, the long one from Lady Summers. I couldn't decide what to give to him, but it wouldn't have worked anyway, because he always knows what I'm thinking. It's no fun, if the other already knows, what you want to give to them.”
Pensively, the lawyer looked at the pile under the tree. Then he revealed a medium-sized package and a small one of his own. “What a coincidence. I have two gifts for him too.”
Jekyll alone looked curious and Lanyon was quite sure, that Hyde himself was brimming with excitement in the blond's head.
“He can't wait to see what you all got him”, he said warmly.
“I can imagine”, Utterson chuckled.
The rest of the day went by in a blink and all too soon it was evening. All the while Jekyll was sticking to him like glue. Meaning he sat next to him the entire time and brushed his hand, as if by accident. After a while Utterson had just grabbed the larger hand and not let go. Jekyll had blushed like a winter rose and grinned like an idiot. Lady Summers had giggled at the sight. Lanyon had just rolled his eyes and muttered something the likes of “about bloody time”.
In the evening after Christmas dinner, Lanyon had been about to go home, when Jekyll had pulled him to the side. Utterson had given them some space, but heard hushed words being exchanged and a sob here and there, which had prompted him to check. Lanyon had been crying on Jekyll's shoulder, while the taller doctor cooed soothingly into his ear. The white-haired doctor had gone home, smiling like he had finally found his long-lost peace.
The three others waved after him, before Lady Summers returned to her work and Utterson and Jekyll went to Jekyll's sickroom to have time for themselves.
No sooner had the lawyer closed the door, that the doctor's arms wrapped themselves around him and the taller man rested his head on his shoulder.
So clingy … one more thing these two have in common, he caught himself thinking and grinned.
“Harry, as sweet as this is, I'm afraid you have to let go of me”, he told the other.
Jekyll let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a whine, but let go.
They sat down on the bed and the black-haired man allowed the younger to lay his head on his shoulder again.
“You're so cuddly”, he laughed, “That's not just because it's Christmas, is it?”
“No”, Jekyll replied smiling. “I'm just being clingy, while I still can.”
“You're making it sound like one of us is leaving somewhere.”
“Hyde wants out.”
“Oh.”
The lawyer was caught by surprise, when Jekyll sat up and cupped his face in his hands.
“Gabriel”, the blond whispered. Utterson realised the other's intent and blushed.
But before their lips could touch, the black-haired man swiftly turned his head to the side and got kissed on the cheek instead.
“Forgive me, Henry”, he apologised sadly, when Jekyll blinked in confusion. “I'm not ready yet.”
“I see …”
The doctor was obviously trying his best to hide his disappointment, but didn't quite succeed.
The lawyer felt guilty. But he really wasn't ready to go even that far. He loved Henry, but how could he kiss him, if he couldn't even tell him that he loved him? It didn't feel right.
“Please be silent for a minute”, Jekyll suddenly said.
“Huh? Why?”
“I'm having an argument with myself. It's just as ridiculous as it sounds.”
Utterson bit back the laugh that was threatening to escape him. Of course he knew what Jekyll meant, but the idea of the doctor and Hyde having a petty domestic inside his head was too funny.
But the lawyer contained himself and silently waited until the doctor relaxed.
“What were you arguing about?”, he then asked curiously.
Jekyll groaned in annoyance: “That little beast guessed that you've never been kissed before and now he's cackling like a hyena.”
“And I assume he wants to steal my first kiss now?”
“Yep.”
Utterson scowled. “Let him know that I'm not above hitting someone on Christmas Eve, if they don't respect my personal space.”
“Noted. Just remember, he's a professional brawler.”
“I know someone else who used to be!”
“Shut up! You always punched like a girl!”
Utterson ignored that jab at how he had always refused to seriously engage in brawls. “Just tell him not to flirt at me and if he honestly promises not to, he will get his Christmas presents.”
“He says you win.”
“Good. Now come here, you clingy fifty-year-old doctor.”
Said clingy fifty-year-old doctor giggled and returned his head to its spot on Utterson's shoulder. Then the lawyer ran his fingers through the blond hair and the other man purred.
“This is my happiest day in decades”, Jekyll cooed. “I love you so much.”
“I know, Henry. And I'm happy that you do.”
They sat like that for a while in comfortable silence. Then the doctor whispered: “I have to go. Hyde is getting impatient.”
Utterson nodded. “Good night, Henry. And merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Gabriel.”
That was the last thing he said, before closing his eyes and letting go.
The lawyer felt the blond hair beneath his fingers grow longer, darker and thicker and the doctor's frame shrunk considerably.
Utterson looked down on Edward Hyde's café brown mane, as the boy shifted and slowly became aware that he was in control.
“Mister Hyde”, he greeted gently.
Hyde looked up. “Mister Utterson!” He grinned. “How come that, every time Jekyll leaves the reins to me, I find myself in your arms?”
The lawyer shrugged. “I don't know, Mr. Hyde. Ask your other half. And don't even think about doing what you obviously want to do right now!”, he added, when he saw the roguish smirk on the younger man's face.
Hyde pouted childishly. “Hmph! Spoilsport.”
Utterson realised that he had to provide compensation and began to scratch Hyde's head. A long-stretched, pleased purr was the result.
Does Henry know that his alter ego is secretly a cat?
For a while the lawyer managed to keep the young man in trance through the scratching, but of course it couldn't last. After a while, Hyde looked up expectantly.
“Alright, I behaved. Now I would like to get the presents I was promised”, he demanded.
Utterson resisted the temptation to roll his eyes and handed him over the gifts he, Lanyon and Lady Summers had got for him.
Just as Hyde took them, there was a knock on the door and Lady Summers walked in – as she always did in moments like this one.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Hyde!”, she cried cheerfully, “I just wanted to check, like the control freak I am and it seems my timing was perfect!”
“Your timing is always perfect”, Hyde noted drily. Then he added something unintelligible, that sounded like 'Merry Christmas to you too'.
Lady Summers fake blushed. “Oh you!”, she giggled, obviously flattered. “Now come, open your presents! Like every woman, I'm curious to see if you will like them!”
Hyde snorted. Then he tore the wrappings off the first present, till he held a dark blue umbrella in his hands. He frowned in confusion.
“Is that one from you?”, the brunette asked the Prussian Lady, who nodded.
“Thanks, but I already have an-”
“Oh, that's not a normal umbrella”, the Lady informed him, “The cover is made out of a bulletproof material a friend of mine invented. A mad scientist, just like Dr. Jekyll, only in a different field. It's tested, easy to clean and I can assure you, that it works perfectly.”
The young man stared at the innocuous-looking item in his hands, as if it was the holy grail.
The next present was Lanyon's. “Oh, a coat! Give Lanyon my thanks. I really needed one, the old one was beyond saving, after-”
Hyde broke off, realising that he had involuntarily brought up a subject, that he himself had been trying to forget.
He took a deep breath and turned to the bigger one of Utterson's gifts.
When he unwrapped it, he laughed: “A diary?!”
The lawyer scratched his head awkwardly. “Uh no, more of a normal notebook. Alright, technically it's supposed to be a diary, but I already guessed that you wouldn't use it as such. So consider it a notebook with a lock.”
Hyde chuckled and put it into the lower counter of the night table. Utterson caught a glimpse of the ivory comb he had given the younger man a fortnight ago. It was still in one piece and neatly placed on his nightshirt, like a crown on a pillow. That warmed his heart.
Meanwhile the brunette was opening Utterson's second present. With wide eyes he regarded the content. A silver locket with a portrait of Utterson himself on one and a golden engraving on the other side:
From: G. J. Utterson
To: E. Hyde
After a while, the young man remembered to close his mouth.
He smiled wryly and commented: “Nice touch. My locket mirrors Jekyll's. A golden one with silver engraving for him, a silver one with golden letters for me. Well played, Mr. Utterson.”
His tone was dry, but there was no bitterness or envy. And the lawyer noticed there was a certain softness in the brunette's eyes. Without another word, he added the locket to his treasury and shut the drawer.
“Thank you. Both of you”, he said softly.
The lawyer and the Countess smiled warmly.
Shortly before midnight, Utterson had gone home and Hyde was now by himself. Well, himself and Jekyll.
He didn't know how to deal with all the feelings and thoughts that were running through him.
No one had ever given him presents before and actually put thought into what he might like. Sure, Jekyll had given him a name, clothes, flat and a bank account, but that had been out of necessity.
And now someone had given him something without him asking for it, just because they had wanted to, because they had thought that he might want or need it.
Hyde didn't know how to deal with so much genuine kindness.
Vehemently he blinked the wetness in his eyes away.
He wouldn't cry.
Not tonight.
Tonight he would feel at peace, just for a little while.
“Hyde.”
Jekyll's voice was soft, almost timid. As if he feared that he was disturbing Hyde's temporary peace of mind.
But the brunette only smiled lopsidedly.
“Jekyll.”
“May I sit with you?”
“Sure.”
In the dim light of the petrol lamb, Jekyll's shadowy form was faint and transparent, as it appeared and sat next to him.
“Are you happy?”, the doctor asked.
Hyde smiled a little bit. “I don't know. I suppose. Maybe your hype from earlier is rubbing off on me.”
“Maybe”, the older man chuckled.
“… Hey.”
“Hm?”
Hyde stood and pecked the other's forehead. An uncharacteristically tender gesture from him, but it was Christmas and that was his perfect excuse.
“Merry Christmas, Henry”, he muttered and sat back down.
Jekyll smiled and intertwined their fingers.
“Merry Christmas, Edward.”
They sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the night, holding hands and smiling, because just for a while everything was fine and they were at peace.
Hyde couldn't have asked for a better Christmas present from his doctor.
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(A/N: Yes, I know that this is mushy and all, but this is a Christmas chapter so screw you!
*Ich hasse diesen Kerl! - German for: I hate this guy!)
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Should You Get a Chinchilla Or a Hedgehog?
Exotic pets are great fun. But which is better: a chinchilla or a hedgehog? And if one is better than the other, why?
Should you get a chinchilla or a hedgehog? Both chinchillas and hedgehogs make goood pets, so you can't go wrong with either. But we believe chinchillas make the better pets, because they live longer, have the softest fur of any pet, and are legal to keep almost everywhere (unlike pygmy hedgehogs). However, you might find hedgehogs cuter as they're smaller, or prefer that they are a more unusual exotic pet. Try to spend time with both pets to see which you prefer before getting either. We recommend adopting your new pet rather than buying one where possible.
Our guide looks at every way chinchillas and hedgehogs are different, so you can see which one you prefer. We'll also give guidelines on whether they can live together (hint: they can't) and how to decide between them if you aren't sure which you prefer.
Are Chinchillas Better Than Hedgehogs?
We believe chinchillas are the best pets of all, so it shouldn't surprise you that we think they're better than hedgehogs. However, what's also true is that different people want different things from the experience of owning a pet: fun, long-term companionship, novelty or something else entirely. As such, while chinchillas may be our favorite pets they may not be yours.
Below, we've looked at all the most important aspects of owning either chinchillas or hedgehogs: handling them, feeding them, spending time with them, how long they live, how likely they are to get sick, how much they cost and more. By the end of our guide, you should have an idea of which pet you prefer.
What's The Difference Between a Chinchilla And a Hedgehog?
Hedgehogs and chinchillas are separate species entirely. You can tell just from looking at them that they aren't particularly closely related.
The kind of chinchilla that's kept as a pet is the long-tailed chinchilla; the only other species is the short-tailed chinchilla. These both come from the Andes Mountains. They're in the same family (Chinchillidae) as the viscacha, an animal that looks like a cross between a chinchilla and a hare. Another rodent from South America, the guinea pig, is distantly related to the chinchilla too. Chinchillas have very thick, long fur to protect themselves from the cold of the Andes. They have large rounded ears and rodent-like faces.
There are lots of species of hedgehog, and they come from all over the world. The most common domesticated kind is the African pygmy hedgehog, also known as the four-toed hedgehog. Other domesticated species include the Egyptian long-eared hedgehog, the Indian long-eared hedgehog and the Algerian hedgehog. The guide below applies to all of these different domesticated species. The most distinctive feature of all these species is their spines, which aren't as sharp or as long as a porcupine, but can still hurt if they poke you.
Are Hedgehogs or Chinchillas Easier to Care For?
Hedgehogs and chinchillas require roughly the same amount of care, although the care you provide for one is different to the care you provide to the other. Things that both require include:
Food. Chinchillas need a diet of hay and hay pellets. Pygmy hedgehogs are omnivores, but they eat insects more than anything else; despite that, people mostly feed them dry cat biscuits.
Shelter. Chinchillas need to be kept in cages. People keep pygmy hedgehogs in aquarium-style tanks.
Vet care. When any pet gets sick, you have to take it to the vet. It doesn't matter if your pet is big or small.
Company. Chinchillas like the company of other chinchillas. Pygmy hedgehogs live alone, but your company stops them from becoming stressed and unhappy in their tanks.
Cleaning. Both pets go to the toilet and make a mess of their food on occasion, so you have to clean up after them. That means spot cleaning the cage every day, and deep cleaning it every few months.
While they're both small pets, and small pets are thought of as 'low maintenance', that's not the case for either of these exotics.
Which is better? Neither.
Are Chinchillas or Hedgehogs Cheaper to Keep?
Neither chinchillas nor hedgehogs cost significantly more than the other, despite their differing care needs. The initial purchase of a tank/cage, plus everything that goes in it, is expensive for both pets.
Ways in which the cost of each pet differs include:
Temperature regulation. Pygmy hedgehogs need to stay at between 21-25 degrees Centigrade/70-77 degrees Fahrenheit. This means you have to heat your hedgehog's tank, which is an ongoing cost. Chinchillas, on the other hand, should be kept at regular room temperature.
Food. Hay is cheaper than whatever you decide to feed your hedgehog, be it dried cat food, wet dog food, insects bought in bulk from pet stores, or anything else that's suitable for them.
Number of pets. Chinchillas thrive in pairs, while pygmy hedgehogs are solitary. It's possible to keep chinchillas alone, provided you spend lots of time with them, but most owners don't.
Lifespan. As we'll get to in a moment, chinchillas live longer than hedgies. You'll therefore be paying for your chinchilla (or chinchillas) longer than you'd be paying for a pet pygmy hedgehog.
If you have any reservations as to whether you can afford your pet, be it a hedgehog or a chinchilla, we don't recommend buying one. But hedgehogs are cheaper overall since they won't live as long.
Which is better? Over the course of their lifespans? Hedgehogs. On a day to day basis? Chinchillas.
Do Chinchillas or Hedgehogs Live Longer?
This is one way in which you might think either chinchillas or pygmy hedgehogs are the better pet.
Chinchillas have the longest lives of almost all the rodents. They live for ten years on average, although twenty years isn't unhear of among experienced owners. The oldest ever chinchilla lived to the ripe old age of 29, which made it older than most common pets, let alone rodents. Hedgehogs, on the other hand, have short lifespans. The average pet hedgehog lives to between 3-6 years.
Whether you prefer having a pet that could live for 20 years or one that's only likely to live to 4 or 5 years is up to you. If you want long-term companionship, you would do better to have a chinchilla, as your friend could be by your side for a significant portion of your life. But if you frequently have to move house, don't have or don't want a steady job, or aren't sure if you're ready for that kind of commitment, then a shorter-lived pet would be the better choice.
Which is better? It depends on what you want from your new pet.
Do Chinchillas or Hedgehogs Handle Better?
There are a few ways to address this question.
The first is, is it more pleasant to hand a chinchilla or a hedgehog? Well, hedgehogs aren't as spiky and spiny as you might think. Picking one up isn't like trying to pick up a cactus. You can hold a pet pygmy hedgehog without getting spiked, and they can learn to tolerate being held. Chinchillas, though, are definitely more pleasant to handle: they have the softest fur of any pet by far. While you shouldn't squeeze them and cuddle them close—they're too delicate, and you could break their ribs doing so—it's still lots of fun to stroke and pet them.
The other way you could interpret this question is as asking which pet tolerates handling better, and enjoys being around people more. In this regard, chinchillas and hedgehogs are roughly even. They're both skittish pets that aren't as fully domesticated as others like cats or dogs. As such, you need to very gradually teach them to get used to you: first sitting by their cages, getting them to sniff your hand, having them eat from your hand, and bit-by-bit teaching them that you aren't a predator.
Which is better? Chinchillas, as they have such soft, lovely fur.
Are Pygmy Hedgehogs Legal in The U.S.?
Another way in which chinchillas are better is that they're indisputably legal throughout the continental United States, while pygmy hedgehogs aren't. The only place you can't legally own a chinchilla is Hawaii, where it's illegal to import any non-native pets, both chinchillas and pygmy hedgehogs included.
Beyond Hawaii, though, there are a few states in the U.S. where you can't legally own a pygmy hedgehog without a permit. These include Pennsylvania, California, Georgia and Maine. You may still be able to get a permit for your hedgehog. But it'll take lots of applications, letters and time to get one.
There's also confusion over which hedgehogs are legal to own in certain places. Across Europe and the western world, certain species are illegal to own, while other species aren't. What's typically the case is that pygmy hedgehogs are legal to own, but European hedgehogs aren't. So:
Austria: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs (African Pygmy hedgehogs) may legally be kept as pets.
Australia: All hedgehogs are classified as exotic pets that are illegal to import.
Canada: In Quebec, European hedgehogs are illegal. Four-toed hedgehogs are legal. In Ontario, European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
Denmark: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
Finland: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
Germany: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
Italy: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
Latvia: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
Netherlands: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
Poland: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
Spain: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs are illegal and considered an exotic invasive species.
Sweden: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
United Kingdom: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
United States:
In Idaho and Oregon, European hedgehogs cannot be kept as pets. Four-toed hedgehogs may legally be kept as pets.
In New Jersey and Wyoming, a permit is required.
In Wisconsin, an import permit from the state department of agriculture is required to bring a hedgehog into the state.
In Fairfax County, Virginia, it became legal to keep hedgehogs as pets in 2019.
In Pennsylvania, hedgehogs may not be imported into the state, but hedgehogs in the state as of 1992 and their descendants are allowed
It is currently illegal to own a hedgehog in California, Georgia, Hawaii, New York City, and Washington, D.C.
Singapore: Hedgehogs of all kinds are illegal, along with other exotic pets such as iguanas, tarantulas, scorpions, and snakes.
Turkey: European hedgehogs are protected and cannot be kept as pets, and four-toed hedgehogs may also not legally be kept as pets.
And as is always the case with the law, it changes. So, your city or state may outlaw keeping hedgehogs as pets; or, it may repeal a law that bans them. As such, you have to be certain of the legal status of hedgehogs where you live before you buy one. There's no such issue with chinchillas.
Which is better? Chinchillas, since they pose no legal issue except in very few circumstances.
Which Is Better, Hedgehogs or Chinchillas?
We believe that chinchillas are by far the best pet there is, but you shouldn't take our word for it. What we like in a pet might not be what you like in a pet.
As such, you should endeavor to spend some time both with a chinchilla and with a pygmy hedgehog. Whether that's seeing them at a pet shop, spending time with a friend that has one or both of them, or talking with a breeder of either, you can only really get a feel for which you prefer by being with them both. If you can, ask if you can handle them. And besides, don't discount what makes each individual pet so special: there's always one that will win your heart, whether because it's particularly affectionate, particularly cute, or whatever else.
That doesn't stop us thinking chinchillas are better, though.
Extra Credit: Can a Chinchilla Live with a Hedgehog?
Chinchillas like to live in groups, and there's limited evidence that in the wild, they can even share burrows with other similar creatures like degus. So, can chinchillas live with hedgehogs in captivity?
Unfortunately, the answer is no. If you put them together, they will fight, and in the end it's likely that one will kill the other.
Why Can't Chinchillas Live with Hedgehogs?
Chinchillas can't live with hedgehogs because they've evolved to not like other animals using their resources. This is something that's common to almost all species. You'll even see chinchillas fighting other chinchillas over things like food, water and space—so it stands to reason that they wouldn't want to live with a hedgehog, either.
As for your pygmy hedgehog, it's a solitary creature. They live on their own in the wild, and live on their own in captivity, too. They are protective of their space and their things, so yours would hate to live with a chinchilla.
What you could do instead is keep your chinchilla and hedgehog in two separate cages. There's no problem with that, so long as the cages aren't so close together that the pair can see, hear and smell each other (otherwise the presence of the other could cause stress). As such, what you can do is keep your chinchilla's cage in one room and your hedgehog's cage in another. Just make sure to wash your hands after handling one and before handling another, as you could pass on viruses, bacteria or infestations.
Below, you can find our chinchilla quiz, new posts for further reading, and a signup for our Chinchilla Newsletter!
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