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Time Flies

Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and ideas from either
of the two Santa Clause movies belong to Disney. I don�t have permission to use
them, but then, I�m not making money from them, either, so it all balances out.

Chapter 2 � What Child Is This?

Bernard
leaned back, away from Ebony and her glare. �I�m Bernard,� he told her, trying
to smile disarmingly.
He failed.
Ebony was unamused. �Yes, you mentioned that. Why were you pretending to be my
date?�
�I wasn�t!�
Bernard objected indignantly. �You didn�t let me get a word in edgewise till
just now! I thought you knew who I was, or something!�
�Really?�
Ebony�s glare faded as she considered this. She laughed suddenly. �Wow, I guess
I did kind of drag you here.� Her eyes narrowed again in suspicion. �So why
were you at my house in the first place?�
�Well � �
�Hello,
sir, ma�am.� A young man approached the table, holding a notepad and smiling
pleasantly. �My name�s Josh, and I�ll be your server for tonight. Can I get you
anything to drink?�
Ebony
looked down at her menu. �Coffee. Decaf.�
�Just
water,� Bernard said. Asking for cocoa rarely went without comment in the human
world. And besides, nothing here could come close to matching Judy�s recipe.
�All
right.� Josh nodded at both of them. �I�ll be back with your drinks in just a
minute.� He left.
Ebony
looked back at Bernard. �Let�s try that again,� she told him. �Without the
interruption.�
Fortunately,
Bernard had already planned what he was going to say. He couldn�t exactly jump
into the �you�re Father Time�s daughter� speech, after all. �Have you ever met
your father?�
That
startled Ebony, all right. �My father? You mean my biological father? He sent you? Where is he? Who is he?� Then she fell back against
her seat, the eagerness going out of her eyes as the frosty look returned. �Why
hasn�t he contacted me before this?�
�He wasn�t
aware he had a daughter,� Bernard said, mixing some truth in with the lie. �He
only just learned about you, and he sent me to find you the day he found out.�
�Hmm.�
Ebony eyed him appraisingly. �You never did get around to mentioning exactly
who you are. Why�d he send you?�
�I� I work
for a colleague of his,� Bernard said carefully. �He wasn�t able to come
himself, or he certainly would have.�
�Busy.� Ebony�s
mouth twisted bitterly.
�Well,
yes,� Bernard admitted. �But he�s also rather old. Very old, in fact. He
doesn�t travel well.�
�So who � �
�Hello,
again.� It was Josh, the waiter. �I�m back.� He placed their drinks in front of
them. �Now, have you decided what you want to order?�
Ebony
blinked. She shook her head a little, as if to clear it of the conversation.
�No � no, we haven�t.�
Josh nodded
agreeably. �I�ll come back in a few minutes, then.�
Ebony sat
in contemplative silence for a few moments after Josh left. Bernard debated
continuing the conversation from where it had been interrupted, but the girl�s
body language did not look open to intrusion. Eventually, his patience paid
off. She looked up.
�How do I
know my father really sent you?�
�Um.�
Bernard frowned. This was one question he hadn�t been prepared for. If she�d
been asking about Father Time specifically, that he could have dealt with. Just
remove his hat to display his ears, show her a little bit of tame magic, and
problem solved. But in terms of the human world? He had nothing.
�Well?�
Ebony prompted impatiently. �Do you expect me to just swallow this without any
proof whatsoever?�
�I guess
not.� Bernard came to a decision. He�d have to tell her the whole thing.
Otherwise, he just didn�t have any proof at all. But� he couldn�t tell her
here. They were right in the view of all those other people. And that waiter
kept popping up. �But I didn�t really think to bring any proof with me.�
�Didn�t
you.� She raised a sardonic eyebrow, her voice a statement rather than the
question the words implied.
�Well, I
didn�t exactly expect to be brought out to a restaurant,� Bernard pointed out
huffily. And distractingly. All right, so it didn�t really have anything to do
with whether or not he had proof. She didn�t have to know that.
Ebony made
a face. �That�s actually a good point. Damn, I hate it when other people are
right.� She went back to studying him. Bernard tried his best to look honest
and sincere. �Could you get some proof by tomorrow?�
�Possibly,�
Bernard said warily. �Why?�
�I need
time to think about all this,� Ebony told him. �Anyway, for all I know you�re
some crazy serial killer. You look way too innocent to be for real.�
Bernard
frowned, uncertain how to react to that. She continued without giving him a
chance. �There�s a bakery shop a couple blocks east of my house � Panara Bread,
it�s called. I�ll meet you there at seven tomorrow morning. Unless,� and there
was a hint of a challenge in her voice, �that�s too early for you.�
�Seven�s
fine,� Bernard said immediately, responding to the tone rather than the words.
Then he mentally winced. That meant he�d have to wake up early, didn�t it?
�Excellent.
I�ll see you then.� Ebony looked up as Josh approached the table again. �Bill,
please.�
The waiterinkeinked. �You don�t want to order?�
�Thanks,
no. This date isn�t working out at all the way I expected.� Ebony smiled
sweetly. �I couldn�t get your number,
could I?�
Bernard
stiffened. �You and I are not � �
�That�s okay,
that�s okay,� Josh interrupted hurriedly. �Sorry, ma�am, but I�m not
interested. Er � I mean, I don�t really date customers. I�ll just bring you
your bill, shall I?�
As he half
ran from the table, Ebony laughed. Bernard stared at her incredulously. �I
suppose you think that�s funny?�
�Immensely,�
she said, more cheerful than he�d seen her yet. �Pity he didn�t agree. I
could�ve had lots of fun with that.�
Bernard
tried to look disapproving, but he had to admit it was rather amusing when a
different waiter returned carrying their bill. Bernard paid for Ebony�s coffee
with some of the human money Scott had arranged for him to have, rather proud
that he�d managed to figure out how to use it believably. Ebony, however, was
unimpressed, and simply got up and walked out without a word. As was expected,
Bernard followed.
Ebony
stopped at her car. �So, Panara Bread at seven tomorrow?� she asked again.
Bernard
nodded. �Sure.�
�Do you
need a ride back to your house?� Ebony wanted to know.
�Actually,
I can get there from here,� Bernard lied quickly. Well� technically it wasn�t a
lie. After all, he could teleport from just about anywhere.
�Really.�
Ebony shrugged. �All right, then. Learn something new every day, I suppose.�
She tilted her head at him. �Considering that this wasn�t a real date, I hope
you aren�t expecting a goodnight kiss.�
That caught
Bernard off-guard, something Ebony seemed to excel in. �What? No, of course
not!� He turned red at the thought.
Which was
apparently her intention. She laughed again. �See you tomorrow, then, Bernard.�
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