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Worth	By : wiccachick Category: S through Z > Santa Clause, The (All) > Santa Clause, The (All) Views: 1871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own The Santa Clause movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I do not own the Santa Claus 1 or 2.

Chapter 2

Bernard continued to tinker in his workshop, he rubbed his
eyes tiredly.
�Nock-nock� came from the door.
�Hey come in Kid!� He stopped what he was doing and groaned.
�It�s okay, I miss them too, everyone does.� Judy said as
she came in holding a tray of food for the reclusive Head-Elf.
�I don�t miss them.�
�Oh, right, of course not, you miss her.� He swatted at her with his wrench.
�Ha-ha!� she danced out of his reach, �Bernard wants to kiss
her! Bernard wants to marry her, BERNARD WANTS TO SCREW HER!!!!� she cackled in
a very unelf-like way as Bernard turned several shades of red.
�You. Are. Sick. And
incase you�ve forgotten she�s twelve years old, AND I�M NOT A PEDOPHILE!�
he gritted out through his clenched teeth.
�Yes, she was twelve, six years ago, she should be grown up
by now, and anyways they�re coming back in,� she checked her watch �two hours
anyways.� The topic was dropped and Bernard returned to his work Judy sat on a
counter to the left of him. The silence gave her the opportunity to study his
workshop. The whole room was bright, the walls where a pale yellow cr�me color,
the wood work was a deep burgundy as were his benches and tables that were
littered with bits of broken things, toys and machinery mostly. Judy�s
attention drifted back to Bernard.
�Whatchya doing?�
�Trying to get this damn thing to work.� He grumbled.
�Why? What does it do?�
�It�s a machine that�s supposed regulate production, in
theory it�s supposed to allow Elves the chance to work more to a preferred
speed without costing productivity.�
�Ah, so what�s the problem?�
�Well, size for one, it has to be small enough to fit over
head with out causing hazards or such. Spacing is another issue I�ve recently
come across, not only does it have to be spacious enough for toys of all sizes
and shapes to go through, you have to have easy access to every part incase it
malfunctions. But it also has to be efficient, and the software (not to mention
the hardware) is being a pain in the ass.� Judy laughed.
�Poor Bernard nothing works out for you does it? First you
get your beloved banished for six years,� he made a grunt of denial, �and then
you start to make a machine that would revolutionize the North Pole but can�t
get it to work, and to top it off your getting gray hairs!� Bernard dropped his
wrench on his foot in surprise.
�OW! WHAT?! GRAY HAIR?!?!� he demanded hopping on one foot holding
the other as tears formed in his eyes from the pain. As he moved about she
realized it wasn�t gray at all.
�Oops, it isn�t gray after all! Sorry!� He glared and she
laughed and retreated to the safety of the kitchens knowing he wouldn�t leave
his workshop unless Santa himself called for him. He got at least some time to
himself with out evil females making life hard for him. He went to the other
side if his workshop favoring his right foot as he walked he passed a large
polished metal sheet, he stopped then looked around real quick, the proceeded
to check his hair for graying strands.
�Hey Bernard! What are you doing?� Santa asked loudly from
the door as Curtis was behind him �instructing� elves on proper party
decorating. And they we�re arguing back. Loudly.
�Uh, nothing, nothing, I just� thought I saw something,
that�s all.� He chuckled weakly
�Uh-huh,� Santa nodded like he agreed. �Bernard I need you to
stop what you�re doing and help out with the decorations� and between you and
me,� he continued lowering his voice dramatically �Save these guys from
Curtis.� Bernard chuckled lightly.
�Will do Santa, where�s the party going to be?�
�Same place, the main hall.� Santa walked to the door with
Bernard.
�Uhm, hey what happened to your foot?�
�Oh, I uh, I dropped my wrench on my foot.�
�Ah, ow.� He said as the two of them walked off to the room.

Thalia sat behind the huge black curtain off to the side
with a tiny flashlight and a screw driver trying to fix one of the fog
machines. In the foreground the play A
Christmas Carol: A musical went on a group of blonde dancers danced
background to the singers the audience oohed and awed the performance as the
spirit of Christmas Past flew up over head secretly suspended by a pair of
tension cables and a clear harness under her flowing white robes.
�Hey Thal how�s that
fog machine coming along?� Jerrod, the stage manager whispered to her
through the headset she had latched onto her head.
�I just got the casing
open, and guess what I found?� she whispered back.
�A Million dollars?�
He truly hoped.
�A huge wad of hair.�
�Damn, damn and double
damn.�
�Wouldn�t it be triple
damn?�
�Shut-up smart ass and
fix the damn thing.� She laughed quietly and continued to pull the hair out
as gently as possible.

Maud sat on the pillow in deep meditation, Monk Fa-Saou sat
next to her.
�It is unfortunate, that you leave before our festival.� The
Monk said breaking the silence and her concentration.
�Yes it is, but I do miss my family.� She said still keeping
her eyes closed.
�What do you plan on doing when you go home?�
�I don�t know, work I guess.�
�There�s no way you could�� Maud opened her eyes and gave
him a pained look.
�No.� she whispered, the sunlight filtered through the
wooden windows of the monastery. Fa-Saou gave a weak chuckle, the handsome
Tibetan man gazed out the window at a bird hopping from branch to branch. He
smiled wistfully.
�If,� he began softly �if, we had been under different
circumstances��
�Shh, don�t regret, under different circumstances, we might
have never met.� She interrupted.
�Tell me where you live, so I can send you letters.� He
added quickly.
�Hm,� she gave a throaty laugh. �North, far north, maybe if
you travel north, even from here, you�d get there if you tried hard
enough.�� The two sat there in quiet
observation gently studying each others face in the filtering light.
�I�ll miss you.� The statement was left hanging in the air.

Malaika wiped the sweat off her brow as she continued to
work. She was a member in an organization who would go around the world,
helping to restore damaged parts of the planet, whether by man or nature. But
secretly she wanted to go home. It was something she was not at liberty to
speak out loud, but she missed the North Pole. Off to her left Katie, a real
and true ditzy blonde slut, was sitting there flirting with Kevin, her boss and
secret love interest. He was twenty-two tall with wild orange dyed hair and a
few piercings through his ear. He was gorgeous, one of those androgynous pretty
boys you see on Japanese TV. His real name was Yanamara
(1) but when he moved to America
most Americans had a bit of difficulty pronouncing it so he changed it. Malaika
never found any difficulty saying his name, but then again hers was a tongue
twister itself.
�Hey Katie, why don�t you actually do something instead of
standing there flirting?� Corey snapped, Malaika adored Corey, in fact a lot of
girls did, but he swung the other way.
�You�re welcome Honey,� he said to Malaika in his contralto
voice, �Mm-mm-mm isn�t he a lovely piece of meat?� Corey said a second later
while the two of them were admiring Kevin�s posterior.
She laughed. �Come on we�ve got work to do.�

Bernard watched lazily as Elves scurried around hanging
decorations. The Kitchen Elves had made this huge delicious feast enough to
stuff the entire population of The North Pole. And for once every little detail
down to the tiniest thing was being pulled off perfectly. Bernard yawned loudly
and stretched in his chair. He had no issue with just leaving the elves to do
whatever it is they had to do, but the threat of Curtis stepping in and making
everyone do things his way was too large for Bernard to step off even for a
second. It was now an hour left and counting.

59 Minutes left�
The play had thirty minutes left. Thalia yawned and tried to
remember what she was supposed to be doing right that instant. Something kept nagging
at the back of her mind, something about time.

48 Minutes left�
Monk Fa-Saou had left her to meditate in peace, but without
his quiet air about him, Maud found it impossible to concentrate.

44 Minutes left�
Malaika smiled as she gently washed oil off a seagull that
happened to be fishing when an oil tanker breached itself on a rock reef a mile
off the shore. Behind her Kevin spoke to her quietly with his heavily accented
voice as he too washed oil covered birds.

42 Minutes left�
Mrs. Clause nervously paced as the hour counted down slowly.
She had missed her girls dreadfully and couldn�t help but wish that the hour
would hurry up already.

35 Minutes left�
Curtis had tried to take over things but was successfully
redirected by Santa to go and make sure the Reindeer were fed. Many Elves
breathed a sigh of relief when he was sent off.

28 Minutes left�
Father Time sat there slowly gathering his thoughts and
three screens portrayed three girls. Quickly a telephone appeared next to him
and he dialed a cell phone number.

27 Minutes left�
Thalia felt her cell phone go off on vibrate. Quickly
walking off the stage to a quieter location she answered the device.
�Hello?�
�You have half an hour left Thal; I�d hurry up if I were
you. Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday.�
Thalia�s eyes widened as she suddenly remembered what she
was supposed to be doing today.
Running up to Jarrod, she yelled over the after show party.
�Jarrod, I have to go!�
�Sure! What time can you come over to finish up the fog
machines?�
�I can�t, this is my last day!�
�WHAT?! What do you mean this is your last day?�
�I forgot I�m heading back home!!�
�YOU FORGOT?!�
�Yeah, sorry, you mad?�
�Hell yeah! I�m loosing my best mechanic!�
�Sorry� she ran out the door

15 Minutes left�
Malaika slammed the front door and pounded up the steps to
her room tears pouring out her eyes. He had asked her out; on the last night
she was there, he had asked her. She threw her door open and grabbed the
suitcase that was sitting on her bed and held it to her chest and just sat
there.

10�
Maud stood there next to her large duffel bag she had bought
for her things. It held her robes and the jeans she wore every so often. Her
sandals had been replaced with a pair of cruddy sneakers that would be better
insulated from the harsh dry cold of her home land. She brushed a strand of her
frizzy almost shaggy brown hair out of her face. A faded Seventies rock band
logo was splashed across her chest advertising a tour that was finished long
before her birth. A guitar sat on her back being held up by worn straps, A Blue
Rosewood Stratocaster. Expensive, and as it was Maud was not prone to a steady
income due to working at a monastery. Gently she ran her fingers over the
patched up frayed soft-case.

9�
Thalia ran around her apartment trying to pack everything as
fast as possible. Pictures flew into boxes while being wrapped in packaging
wrap. The song Carol of The Bells chimed in her ears as the tell tale sign of
her magic being used. Finally after another second everything was packed and
sitting in the living room after a short while she got up and changed out of
her work clothes and into her street clothes. Her dark black hair was pulled
back into a mid-tail, leaving her bleached white bangs to frame her face, the
silver barbells that ran through her right eyebrow, taking in her sight in a
mirror she blinked her midnight blue eyes, a black tank-top stopped an inch
above her navel to show off her belly button piercing then a pair of black and
grey camo pants and tucked into a pair of combat
boots. Rubbing her fingers over the tips of her ears, she winced and she gingerly
rubbed the sensitive skin, she gazed with growing depression as her ears, red
and sore, grew slowly, day by day, more and more, into pointed ears, the skin
on top of the points was stretched taunt and was prone to splitting open and
bleeding to the point that she couldn�t wear earrings anymore because of it. �Wincing she rummaged through a drawer for the
special Band-Aids that were meant for ears.

8�
Malaika splashed water on her face; the cold water reduced
the puffiness of her eyes. Blinking away the redness that tainted the whites of
her eyes she gulped a breath of air and dried her face. Tucking her long blonde
hair behind her ears, she brushed her pink baby-tee smooth of wrinkles, Glancing
at the hour glass she kept with her she noticed the digital readout on the
bottom said just under eight minutes left. Mal dried her face and thought about
her sisters. What had they done in there lives? Would all three of them be able
to stay? What of Thalia and Bernard? How would that end up? What about Maud?
Did she meet anyone? These where some of the questions that flew around
Malaika�s head, she sighed and tossed the towel into the dirty clothes bin.

2 Minutes left�
�Father Time and the
rest of the holiday council left their abodes to travel to The North Pole. Half
way there they all met.
�Mother Nature, are you alright?� The Tooth fairy asked
concerned for his friend. Mother Nature�s face was a little pale and small
beads of sweat were forming on her brow.
�He�s back,� she panted. �He broke free from the spell. We need
to warn Santa.�

Ugh, okay, end of chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I had started
to write this immediately after I posted this up. It�s just that was in the
middle of my junior year of high school and I need to pass on time, and I happen
to be a credit or so shy. So I needed to keep up with my homework and then a
whole soap-opera�s worth or drama found its way into my previously unstressed
life. And honestly I felt horrible about not updating sooner, knowing that people
seemed to like this story and that I should have updated like four months ago. And
then recently (and I feel horribly guilty about this) I found some free time. And
the story just sat there, about two lines shorter (so it�s wasn�t as if I suddenly
wrote a ton and then posted) than it currently is, so tonight, I decided that I
had pissed enough time away, and clipped the chapter short. This is no where
near what I had originally planned for the chap but, regardless of all that, with
any luck, since summer break�s the week after next, updates will go more
smoothly and consistently. �
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