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Uhm okay here�s chapter 4�

I don�t own the Santa Clause movies� any of them.

Santa Clause, formally know as Scott Calvin, had received
many shocks in his life, his first wife divorcing him, his second wife
delivering triplet girls, him becoming Santa, the list went on.� However finding out that a deranged lunatic
was trying to destroy the �Good Cheer of Christmas� was a little much. In the
background his daughters were standing there hovering around the Book of Ages.
�Alright Encyclopedia, what�s the story of Christmas?�
Malaika said after she attempted to translate a section of the book from the
Greek it was written in into English, but she kept stumbling over odd words.
Thalia laughed sarcastically.
�Oh Ha ha very effin funny.� She grumbled but cleared her
throat anyways.
�Christmas is not an actual holiday. Well not in the sense
of it being for a specific event or person, like Thanksgiving. Easter,
Christmas, and Halloween are all Judeo-Christian inventions.�
�Jesus was a real man Thal.� Malaika pointed out.
�Oh! I know, but Christ-Mass
was the day dedicated to him before the Christian church, in a bid to get more
converters, decided to use the pagan holiday Yule as Christmas, kind of a�� she
drew off trying to think of the right word. �Well, the Christian church wasn�t
stupid; they knew that if they offered something familiar to people, people
would be more inclined to join them. An incentive if you will. The gift giving
deal didn�t start until a man; St. Nicklaus started the tradition of giving toys
to children on Christmas morning. The name Santa Claus is a slur on his name
Santa- Saint, Claus- Nicklaus.�
�Hm, I didn�t know that.� The Tooth fairy commented.
�Whoa, wait how long ago are we talking here?� Maud said
trying to get all the facts completely straight.
�Uhm roughly� second century?� Thalia said after thinking it
over for a minute.
�Oi,�
�Well that makes much more sense now; it kept saying the
�Good Cheer of Yule.� Thalia rolled her eyes and stumbled over to a vacant
chair, to tired to continue standing.
�In what context?�
�In the darkest hour, the Good Cheer of Yule will arise to
vanquish darkness and restore faith to the spirit.� Malaika quoted.
�That�s kind of awkwardly put.� Maud said.
�Well, roughly put, it�s the closest translation from
Greek.�
�Greek?�
�The Greeks were one of the first cultures to celebrate
something similar to the holiday.� Thalia muttered.� Judy came in with mugs of hot chocolate and sugar-cookies. Thalia
took a sip from hers and cooed in bliss.
�Mmm, peppermint-chocolate, my favorite.� Judy hid a look of
surprise that didn�t escape Thalia�s eyes. She arched an eyebrow in response
but left it alone. Bernard also took his and moaned a sigh of gratitude.
�Hey, Bernard.� Her tone wasn�t exactly friendly. He winced,
but responded.
�Yeah?�
�Anyone in the shop that has any potential for being �the
cheer of Christmas�?� she asked tired from the day. Thalia sank into the plush
chair and leaned her head back, eyes closed.
�No,� he said after a moment.
�Damn� well I�m absolutely no use tonight, I�m beat, anyone
mind if I head to bed?� She said after putting her remaining energy to lift her
head.
�No, baby you look tired, go on ahead. Sleep tight sweetie.�
Thalia smiled her thanks and made effort to get up.
�Oh, one more thing sweet-heart.� Her father�s voice
interrupted her thoughts. �I was thinking, how does secretary work sound?�
Thalia yawned but responded that it sounded easy.
�Would you mind being a secretary?� Thalia mulled it over as
best she could but found no immediate objections.
�Eh, not really, it�s only during the season right?� he
confirmed.
�K, sure then.� He smiled. And waved her off to bed. With a
proper dismiss, Thalia once again put her energy to hauling her body out of the
very comfy chair. Bernard saw this and got up almost immediately.
�I�ll walk her to her rooms.� He went over to her and
offered her a hand. Not bothering to be short with him so late at night, or was
it early in the morning now? Thalia grabbed his hand and was tugged to her
feet. Just out side the door and a little bit down the hallway Bernard spoke
again.
�Hey, um about that thing� six years ago� I� I didn�t mean
for you� well I didn�t mean to get you� I don�t want you to think I hated ya or
anything, I� it�s just that�� Thalia was looking at him with a cool stare.
Bernard gulped, he was in it deep. The truth was, he was very aware of her
crush on him all those years ago, and he really wanted to discourage it. He
really did like her, not in the way she wanted, but in a sort of fond non-romantic
way. See banishment was really the last thing he wanted, but with the rest of
the workshop teasing him, and with her staring at him with those doll-eyes, it
ended up being the option taken. And then he realized, he missed her, terribly,
she was his friend and he sold her up the proverbial river. Guilt settled in
until he pestered Santa to let him visit her, that had earned him some
comments, both teasing, after he explained why he wanted to go see her, and
dead serious, prior to the explanations Santa looked like he was going to toss
Bernard out on his Elvin ass. When he was finally let go, he found her dead
asleep on the couch in front of the TV. He picked her up and put her in her
bed. After that was done he left feeling much better. No one in the shop knew
what he had done, and eventually even Santa had forgotten all about it. She was
fourteen then, that was four years ago, and now� Bernard was acutely ware of
the anatomical differences between himself and her. More precisely the effects
her anatomy was wreaking on his. Not to say he was staring, one really didn�t
have to in the shirt she was wearing, but her assets, like her sisters, were
noticeable after the years. Needless to say his mental image of her grew up
drastically. And oh how long has it been since he was physically, let alone
basically, attracted to a female? Of course this didn�t help his explanation of
why he did what he did all those years ago. Finally he gave up, with a �let me
organize my thoughts better and get back to you tomorrow� though not in so many
words. They were finally to her door after a tense awkward walk and he,
attempting to at least ease thing between them, held the door open for her. She
walked past, and Bernard watched her.
�Don�t look, do
not look, don�t make things worse for you, do not look, keep your eyes up to
her shoulders, don�t� ooh what a lovely ass� damn it, you looked. He closed
the doors after a murmured �Good night, kid�
Though, he mentally griped/appreciated, the kid
parts more from habit rather than truth.

Inside Thalia shuddered; it was a little colder than she
remembered. Her stuff was already out and unpacked, the posters and artworks
she had acquired over the years were tastefully placed up in a nice reoccurring
theme; her clothes were already hanging in her closet and folded neatly in her
drawers.
�Gotta love magic.� she muttered, shedding her clothes and
dawning a baggy black tee shirt that had an advertisement for The Taming of The
Shrew, the play. To tired to contemplate anything she crawled underneath her
gray and black city print blankets and promptly fell asleep.

Morning dawned bright and cold for Thalia, but the cold
didn�t bother her at all; getting herself out of bed she pulled on a pair of
Pajama pants and stretched, working her muscles slowly so she could move
properly. When her joints and such were in working order she ventured out of
her room and into the hallway. Drawing on six year old memories Thalia
navigated the maze of hallways and such, passing a door that was pushed open by
some random person, Thalia was glad she remembered to take off her piercing,
not wanting to experience mind numbing chill on steel gauged flesh.

With a yawn she reached the doors of the family room, and
slumped down into a chair.
�Morning all�
�Hey.�
�Morning Pumpkin.�
�Morning�
�So what�s up with the Goth look?� Thalia looked confused
for a moment before responding
�I�m not Goth, I just got used to wearing black for my job,
I worked as a set technician on Broadway so I had to wear lots of black. It
just eventually crept into my non-work wardrobe.� Maud arched an eyebrow.
�The piercings?�
�A bet.� Thalia responded. Bernard, who was debriefing Santa
with his daily morning report, turned to look at hr.
�You�re not to put them back in.� he said simply. Thalia arched
en eyebrow.
�Excuse me?�
�Dress Code Policy. �One must represent Christmas in every
facet possible, including dress wear� I fail to see how piercings, and dyed
hair is Christmassy.�� Thalia�s arched
brow raised more.
�One, the dyed hair isn�t going to go away anytime soon till
I grow it out or re-dye. I can�t just magically get rid of it.� He bristled.
�Well, you�re going to have to! And you are not
allowed to wear black anymore!�
�Well tough luck! My entire wardrobe is black or navy, so
it�s that or having me wander around in the buff!� she snapped. Malaika
sauntered over to Maud and whispered.
�Well, at least we know how they will react to each other
now!� Maud laughed behind her partially raised fork of eggs. Mrs. Clause just
smiled and went over and asked Thalia what she wanted for breakfast
interrupting her daughter�s argument.
�Bacon, eggs and toast if you don�t mind.�
�Bernard? Do you want anything?�
�Oh, no thank you Ma�am.�
�Hey Thal, you still good for the secretary job?� Santa
asked from behind his newspaper.
�Secretary job?� she mumbled to herself for a minute before
she remembered.
�Oh! Yeah, why?�
�Bernard, didn�t you say a while ago that you were getting
over worked even with Curtis doing his job?� the looks on Bernard�s and
Thalia�s faces dropped. Neither of them said a word but the mental �WHAT?� was
very audible. Santa chuckled.
�Hey now, just think� it�s the perfect opportunity!� Thalia
arched an eyebrow, again.
�How so?� and for whom? She mentally added. Santa
chuckled and returned to his newspaper.�
Mrs. Clause came from the kitchen with a plate for Thalia.
�Your food sweetheart.� Thalia took it and sat herself at
the table.� Bernard sat across from her
after a gesture to do so.
�So,� she swallowed her bacon. �What does this job require?�
�Oh, just your unwavering devotion and servitude.�� She gave him a flat look.
�If that was supposed to be funny, you need help.�
�Just do whatever I tell you.� He rolled his eyes. She gave
him a look of �yeah, the fuck, right�
�So, where did you end up?� Santa asked to ease the mounting
tension.
�New York City.� The inaudible �Ah, that�s why� hung in the
air irritating Thalia. She twitched. �Why do you ask?�� She continued catching them in a tight spot.
�Well� uhm.� The collective, sans Maud, spluttered.
�You�re bitchy.� Maud said with no fear or her sisters out
burst.
Thalia smirked, �Had to be, nice girls got taken advantage
of there. But anyway what about you two?� Thalia swapped the topic with ease.
�Buddhist monastery, I�m pretty sure you can figure out the
rest.� Maud said with a wry humor in her voice.
�Oh! Well for me I wound up in a lot of different places,
got to see the world and all ya know. But eventually I ended up in a
international help organization going around and helping the world!�
�Ah cool.� Thalia nodded her head and then paused and
frowned.
�Hey, Maud, what are you going to be doing while here?�
�I don�t know really� I was just going to go around and see
what job I liked the most and maybe stick with it.� Bernard opened his mouth to
protest but Thal grabbed a roll off the table and stuffed it in his mouth with
a hiss of �Don�t you think you�ve already been enough of an ass for one
lifetime?�� He gave her a nasty look
before chewing through the roll and swallowing the chunk in his mouth. Malaika
simply rolled her eyes and giggled.

Since nothing could be done about the finding �The Cheer of
Christmas� or stopping �The Evil One� mother nature simply said: �Why don�t we
just go about our normal business? It�s not like anything can be done at the
moment.� And so it was left, life continued on, as it�s wont to do and very
little had changed, meaning a lot actually had. Malaika and Maud eventually
both settled in taking care of the reindeer, and Thalia was basically reduced
to being Bernard�s shadow, much to her displeasure.

�I�M TELLING YOU, IT�S PERFECTLY FINE TO LET THEM HAVE A
FREAKIN BREAK EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE!��
Thalia screamed at him.
�AND I�M TELLING YOU THAT I HAVE BEEN INCHARGE OF THIS
WORKSHOP FOR WELL OVER FIVE HUNDRED YEARS! THINGS ARE PERFECTLY FINE THE WAY
THEY ARE!� This had been going on for well over half an hour. It had roused
every being in the entire pole to come watch as Bernard�s face turned new and
splendid colors of burgundy and eventually plum. Malaika turned to her family
and whispered.
�How long has this been going on?�
�About half an hour.�
�Ah, think they�ll stop anytime soon?�
�Nope.� Malaika smirked at the humor, and turned back to
watch the quarreling duo. But eventually people lost interest and headed back
in. Darkness settled in as the day left and what little warmth the sun provided
fled with the light. Yet it went unnoticed at the two continued screaming and
yelling at each other. The residence, who were close enough to be kept up by
the pair, wonder why was it that neither of them were mute yet, for they had
been shouting for well over seven hours. Finally around three in the morning
Santa himself came to break them up. Both were blue tinged with ice clinging in
their hair, and shivering but refusing to give up the fight.�
�Oh, Come on now! This is ridiculous! I�d expect more out of
both of you. Bernard, your over a thousand years old for Christ�s sakes! And
Thalia! I would expect you of all people to understand how dangerous the cold
gets at night around here! Your both going to head inside and GO TO BED! And I
don�t want to catch you anywhere, near the Workshop tomorrow or even
telling the elves what to do through someone else do I make myself clear?�
Bernard and Thalia looked at the ground and mumbled an affirmative. �Good, now
get!� The two skirted around the enraged Santa, and ran back inside. The big
guy stood outside for a moment before rubbing his temples, he walked to the
door and down the hallway mentally groaning about his headache. What had gotten
into them? He groaned and entered his chambers; He knew the Bernard would argue
with anything the responded to him, but gees. That was utterly ridiculous!
Suddenly the days when his baby girl would follow the poor elf around with doe
eyes seemed a long gone paradise. At least compared to the sarcastic tough and
independent Thalia of today. Santa shook his head; he wouldn�t change Thal for
anything, even if her new personality was troublesome. It didn�t escape the big
guys attention the looks Bernard gave his eldest when she wasn�t paying
attention. But he supposed that really couldn�t be helped, they both were so
much alike, and yet so different. Santa sighed again before entering a doorway
into his personal chambers, Mrs. Claus already sound asleep, he went over to an
elaborate medicine cabinet in their bath room and rummaged through it, taking
out a bottle of aspirin and dry swallowing them. Turning back into his bedroom,
the man formerly known as Scott quietly as before walked to his side of the bed
before stripping to his pj�s and climbing into bed. As soon as he head touched
the pillows all thoughts fled his mind and sleep claimed him.

It was four in the morning and Thalia couldn�t sleep. She
felt horrible yelling at Bernard, and childish for standing out in the cold for
so long, her throat hurt, her nose was stuffy and her head felt like it was
being stuffed with cotton. So she was getting sicker by the moment and feeling
guilty. Great. Pulling herself up and out of bed Thalia shuffled around until
she came across her laptop, pulling it open, and burrowed herself back into
bed. When the log-on screen appeared she typed in her password and began
wiggling her finger across the mouse pad as if to entice the loading of her
desktop to hurry up. Which really only slowed the process down, but not enough
to discourage her from attempting it next time. When the loading was completed
Thalia drew her finger across the pad to where her start bar should be and
tapped it to open the menu. A few more movements of her digit and she accessed
her Email. Scrolling down she found an email from Jared, begging her to
comeback at quadruple pay, it was tempting but she wasn�t allowed to leave the �pole
for any reason. Another one from her ex-best-friend who hadn�t gotten it
through her head that stealing a girl�s boyfriend was a guaranteed way to lose
a best-friend. Some more were junk mail. Another was from her friend Mercy who
lived in Washington, complaining about being caught in-between three
domineering guys [1]. The last was from her bank. That was promptly deleted. No
point in worrying about bad credit now. Thalia snuffled through a congested
head and looked around for some tissues, finding none she surreptitiously
magiced a roll from the conjoined bathroom along with the trash bin. Stretching
to relieve the stiffness settling in her joints and limbs, the Santa child
though about what to do to occupy her time until she was ready to sleep. Then
remembered something about an invention of Bernard�s. She thought about it for
a moment trying to recall exactly what it was he wanted before suddenly
remembering. Quickly she manipulated the keyboards and mouse to open up a
design program. After toggling a few angles and readjusting sizing issues,
Thalia quickly scanned for any flaws or discrepancies. Finding none she placed
the laptop on her bed coverings and hauled herself out of the mass of down
plumped blankets. Picking the laptop back up, Thalia walked out of her room at
the speed of a sick person, and walked down the hallways. She made it to his
room. The dark haired woman gently twisted the knob to allow the door to be
opened. And pushed. In the dim lighting Thalia could see Bernard there bundled
underneath his blankets. Even from across the room she could hear his labored
breath through her stuffed head. Still determined to show him her blueprints,
Thalia continued in with no sense of propriety.� She clunked the machine in her hands down on the table next to
him and turned to wake him up. A slanted sheet of blue twilight struck his
features illuminating his face. Thalia couldn�t breath, not that she was able
to do so much before. While she could always admit that Bernard was cute,
handsome even when she was feeling generous, he was truly beautiful, inhumanly
so, when he wasn�t ruining his looks by talking; she sucked in a breath and
realized just what her situation was. This was bad, if he woke up and found her
here�� the consequences buzzed around
her head. Bernard was a � man?� of formality and properness. He never invited a
female into his room, nor did he enter one�s chambers. His favorite way of
greeting �Ladies�, as he is oft to call them, was my kissing their hand, he did
so to her mother at almost every meeting. His courteousness was endearing, but
a firm reminder of his values.
And if he caught you in here girl� not only would you die
of embarrassment, He would tell dad and then you�ll be in a world of hurt. �Thalia hissed a long sibilant curse word. A
look of discomfort crossed his face as if some otherworldly nightmare was
devouring him. Gently she raised a slightly feverish hand to his clammy
fever-broken brow and brushed his sweat-dampened hair off of his face. He
calmed at her warm touch and eased back into a light slumber. She pulled back
her hand slowly, both wanting to savor the contact she knew would never happen
again, and not wanting to startle him into waking. Hardly an inch from his face
and Bernard�s hand shot out to grab hers. Her intake of breath was audible as
his dark holly green eyes peered out at her beneath his lowered dark lashes.
His lips moved to for a word she didn�t catch and he fell back asleep. She slid
her hand out of his slackened grasp and grabbed her laptop and sped out the
door.� Once firmly on the other side,
Thalia paused to allow her thudding heart to calm, her entire face was bright
red.
Why did I do that? She thought, as she tried to tell
herself she no longer had feelings for him. But the look of his eyes partially
opened and gazing at her as if she was the most miraculous thing refused to
leave her mind as she went back to her room, when she got there, Thalia placed
the laptop on the table next to her bed. And dove underneath the covers. When
she fell asleep her dreams were consumed with the dark haired elf, whom, though
neither of them knew it, had just recaptured her heart so easily.

Malaika, who had witnessed as Thalia crept from the head
elf�s room, her face bright red, and practically ran down into her room, wasn�t
ignorant, she knew the implications of Thalia coming and going from Bernard�s
room in the middle of the night. She also knew that look on her face. Thalia�s
crush had just entered the adult phase� she grinned. Things were going to be a
lot more interesting around here from now on.

OMG I am sooooo sorry about how long it took. I seriously
am, and it wasn�t until a reader got on my ass about it that I realized. Please
I am so sorry! Uhm. Please RnR and I hope you liked the chapter. Oh! And BTW I
fibbed a little bit n the history for plot purposes, in reality Christmas as we
know it hadn�t started until the late 1600�s in Germany (I think, it�s been
years since I paid attention to that stuff) So, don�t take my word as fact, it�s
90% BS.
Love,
Pseudonym.

[1] Mercy is a character out of a book series by the lovely
and talented authoress Patricia Briggs. �Review if you think I should include them or not.
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