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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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The rhythmic thrumming of metal strings rang through the
empty halls of the workshop.
�Are these times contagious?
I�ve never been this bored before.
Is this the prize I�ve waited for?� Maud�s soft velvet voice
drifted throughout the corridors and around the abandoned workbenches. Malaika
padded over to her second oldest sister and listened to her until the song
ended. Walking over the blonde picked up, the middle one�s guitar case and saw
a picture fall out of it. Bending over her long blonde hair fell about her face
and got in her mouth and eyes. Standing up straight again she pulled her hair
out of her face and examined the picture. It was a picture of Maud and some
Asian guy, looked to be taken about a year ago or close to it. She looked so
happy in the picture, as did the guy. He was bald, and had a set of prayer
beads strung around his neck. A monk, Malaika�s brain filled in, some guy from
the monastery obviously, not much older than her from the looks of things.
�So, who�s the guy?� Malaika asked. Maud stopped and looked
at the picture in the youngest child�s hands. The older of the two snatched the
picture from the younger one�s hand and blushed crimson.
�He�s a friend.� She said too quickly.
�Uh-huh, Maud� tell the truth. Is this guy your boyfriend?�� Maud turned a darker shade of crimson and
began to stutter. Malaika squealed at her usually unshakeable older sister
being reduced into a twitter painted fool.
�OH MY GOD THAT IS SOOOO CUTE!� she crowed. Malaika snatched
the picture from her sister�s grasp and ran out the room crying. �Thal has to
see this!�
�Damnit get back here you!� the two raced down the hallways
to their sick sisters chambers. They burst in, and in an impressive leap,
Malaika cleared the flooring between the doorway and the oldest�s bed bouncing
the sick girl up in the air before landing.
�THALIA YOU�VE GOT TO SEE THIS TOTALLY CUTE PICTURE OF
MAUD�S BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!�
�Mal. I�m right here, even though I�m sick� you don�t need
to shout.� She said in a flat tone. Malaika had the graces to look sheepish for
a moment before continuing on at fifty miles a second.
�Mal. Mal. Mal sweetie, I can�t understand you.� Thalia said
through her stuffed nose, and raspy voice. Malaika stopped chattering at mock
five and blushed. �Maud, do you want to defend yourself?� The oldest asked
after the youngest had apologized.
Maud blushed a deep crimson color before looking down into
the bed spread and mumbled her response. Malaika and Thalia both grinned (or at
least to the best of Thalia�s ability despite her stuffy head and glazed look.)
�Oh what was that my dear older sister?� Malaika teased the
middle child.
�I said. He�snotmyboyfriend.� She drew soft at the end and
once again Thalia was left guessing as to what her next younger sister had said.�
�Wha� ahh� ahh� achoo!� she sniffed her snot back up her
nose, earning disgusted looks from the other two before mumbling �Sorry�.
Malaika reached over and grabbed the tissue box and pressed to her sister, in a
loud non-spoken hint. Shooting her youngest sister a nasty look she grabbed a
tissue from the box and empty her nose into loudly. After several more tissues
and her ears popping a few times from the pressure Thalia could breathe again
and hear much better then before. Maud got up and grabbed a trash basket from
across the room, which looked like Thalia was using as shot practice, from the
littered balled up snot-rags surrounding them. Gingerly she picked them up by
the little white corners of the cloths and threw them in before she put them by
Thalia�s bed. Then she walked into the adjoining bathroom and washed her hands
thoroughly. A knock at the door protruded the soft chattering of Thalia and
Malaika jumping up off the bed the Blonde ran over to the door and opened it to
reveal their Mom.
�Hello.� The blonde girl moved out of the way for her
likewise blonde mother to enter. The woman entered with a tray laden with bowls
of soup and sandwiches.�
�Hey is Bernard as miserable as me?� Thalia asked trying to
hide her worry with a glazed look of mild curiosity that she hoped read �Cause
if I�m the only one sick here�� Malaika suppressed a grin by biting the inside
of her mouth. It worked on Maud and their mom though.
�Oh I don�t know sweetie, he hasn�t woken up yet, which has
me and your father worried because even off season he�s usually up early.�
Thalia nodded. Mrs. Claus put the tray down on her daughter�s bed and left.
Maud grabbed her bowl and plate and followed suit, leaving Malaika and Thalia
alone.� Thalia took a spoonful of her
soup, slurping it thoughtfully.
�So what was with the concern for �that obnoxious, odious,
snot of an elf�?�
�What?� Just play stupid Thal. There�s no way she could
know. �The oldest thought.
�You know, Bernard. And don�t bother pretending to be
stupid, I saw you last night.� Thalia opened her mouth to refute the
accusation. But before the sounds could make their way past her slightly
swollen throat, an alert sounded. The two look at each other in surprise. With
Bernard too sick to move and Curtis gone, that, by default, left Thalia in
charge of the North Pole. And being that she was sick too�.
�Go!� she shouted her voice fading horribly. Malaika nodded
and turned out the door in a dead run. Thalia sank back into her pillows,
breathing heavily.

Maud stared, her mind refused to function properly and
accept the truth. Behind her Malaika thumped in and stopped dead in the
doorway.
�Oh my god��

Bernard threw off the heavy blankets and forced himself out
of bed. The alarm had woken him up, but nobody had bothered to come and get
him. Stumbling around for clothes, the Elf recalled the dream he had last
night. It was by no means the most lecherous of dreams he had had in the recent
weeks of Thalia�s return, but by far the most vivid. Bernard shook the thoughts
from his head, slowly as to not make himself sick with dizziness, and returned
to searching for a tunic, before realizing he already had one in his hand,
stretching his sore body, Bernard managed to get the thick velvet tunic over
his head. He fumbled with the thongs to the collar of his shirt before giving
up. Normally he would have taken the time to insure that they all were
perfectly tied and that his appearance was immaculate. Today he just didn�t
care. The elf�s hair bent and twisted in all sorts of interesting ways and his
hat refused to stay on top of his head. So it lay on the floor to his room
forgotten and dejected.

Malaika turned around and shot out the door to intercept
anyone that might come in. She pinched her lower lip in-between her teeth,
mentally calling up every foul word she could bring herself to recall.
Oh� shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit. This is
soooooooo bad. This is beyond bad this is cataclysmic. She worried for a
moment more before her mind snapped to a conclusion.
Thalia! She�ll know what to do! �And with that the blonde girl looked
around and took off to her oldest sisters as fast as she could.

Knock Knock. Some one was at her door.
�Come in.� Thalia rasped as loud as she could. The knocking
persisted.
�COME IN.� She shouted at the top of her lungs, still not
coming out much louder. The knocking continued. Grumbling about not humoring
the sick, Thalia threw off her bed spread and got to her feet. Slowly and
wobbly she made her way to the door. Bracing herself on the doorframe and managed
to get the door open.
�I said come in already.� She rasped at the person on the
other side of the door before turning around not even paying attention to said
person, and crawled back underneath her covers.� Bernard stood there his hand held in position to knock again, his
eyes wide, with a blush staining his cheeks. During her escape back to her bed,
Thalia�s shirt had ridden up, exposing her underwear.
�What do you want?� she asked once safely tucked back in her
bed and snuggled properly into her pillows. She focused on the doorway, but the
person on the other side eluded her.
�I don�t suppose you know what�s going one around here?�
�Now why would I know anything?� she said.
�Excuse me Bernard�� a new voice poked through the tension
and the Owner stuck her head into the room. �Hey Thal? Could ya come here for a
minute? There�s an issue that needs your advice�� Malaika asked slightly
panting from her run.
�Oh well I�d better come along then� after all I am the Head
Elf.�� The male, now identified as
Bernard, spoke. Thalia�s brain already started working a mile a minute, trying
to decipher as to why they would want her instead.
�Er, uhm� Bernard� you should get back to bed... you look
like hell.� And with that Malaika barged past the elf grabbed Thalia by the arm
and drug her off to fast for either of them to really keep up with. Bernard
stood in the hallway for a moment before deciding that perhaps bed for the next
couple of weeks was a capital idea, and left to do just that.

Malaika dragged her sister through the corridors and down
into the empty kitchens.
�Just what was so important you had to rip my arm off for?�
Thalia snapped rotating her arm trying to alleviate the pain in her joint after
being pulled out of place.
�Hello, you are Thalia no? I was told so much about you.�
Thalia stopped moving and slowly turned to face the speaker.
�Oh hell��
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