A/N:

here is the offical first chapter of my Santa Clause/BernardOC story! :D a little longer then the prologue and I'm proud of it!

the next chapter will be posted 2 to 3 days at a time, a little longer then any of my other stories when they were updated. but thats cuz i want to write this story by the end of December or even Xmas(:

i do not own The Santa Clause. If I did Bernard would have been in the 3rd movie and I would have made a movie all about Bernard(((: hehe


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Chapter One: A New Elf

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In the radar room in one of the towers of the workshop, a small group of elves sat in chairs, poking buttons and watching the screens in case of a plane.

One of the elves, a boy named Rick, noticed something on his radar. "Hey, I think I have something." he called.

Another elf walked over to him and looked at his screen. Rick pointed to a small yellow speck that was still outside of the candy cane colored pole that signaled they were at the North Pole, but it only came up when Santa left and came back on Christmas Eve.

"What is the world is that?" The other elf mumbled. Rick looked at him, "Maybe we should call the big guy up to figure it out."

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"Curtis, no way!" Bernard said for the millionth time. Curtis and Bernard were walking to Santa's office and Curtis has asked Bernard if he would consider going on another vacation like he did three years before.

"But it was so exhilarating being head elf that year! Please Barnard! You said yourself you enjoyed visiting the world and checking in on the children and making sure they were really nice and not pretending, remember?" he asked.

Bernard sighed, "Curtis, no! The last time I was forced to go on break because I had been working straight for over a thousand years! And it was nice but I hated being around that many weird humans so long! And After what happened with Jack Frost I won't be leaving for a while."

Curtis sighed and a small pout showed on his face as they kept walking down the hall. But before they could walk into Santa's office, Santa was already walking out and a little, rosy cheeked and blonde haired toddler was standing behind him, following like a little duckling.

"Santa, just the man we wanted to see!" Curtis said happily. Santa shook his head, "Not now you two. The elves up in the radar room found something and can't figure out what it is." he explained, not stopping to talk.

Curtis picked up Buddy Claus and followed close behind Santa and Bernard.

"Do you think it's a plane, sir?" Bernard asked. Santa shook her head, "The boys said it wasn't moving and very small. It was moving at a slow pace ten minutes ago, they said, but then just stopped at the edge of the entrance to the Pole."

"An animal, maybe?" Curtis asked. Santa shook his head, "No, no. An animal wouldn't just stay there for ten minutes, unmoving."

Barnard paused, "What if it's a human on foot, sir?" he asked. Santa shook his head again, "Impossible. There is no human life for miles south of the North Pole. A human wouldn't last in the cold up there for that long, especially on foot."

Bernard opened a door and let Santa walk in up a flight of stairs, and then Curtis and Buddy then he walked in himself.

They walked into the dark radar room and over to one of the stations. Santa leaned down and supported his weight on his hand that was on the radar table, "Alright, what have we got?" he asked.

Curtis and Bernard walked from behind Rick's shoulders. Rick shrugged, "I don't know, Santa. I can't figure it out."

Santa walked over to the wall where the controls were and pressed a red button that said "Pole" under it. A small screen lit up above them when he pressed a button next to the red one that was labeled "Camera" and everyone in the room watched in complete silence.

The camera was hidden in the little clear ball that was on top of the candy cane colored pole and the screen showed a dark, snow covered land and it grew taller and taller until the pole was at its full height.

Santa moved a small joystick around that controlled the camera and looked at the snow for whatever was there.

Santa was the first to stop it, "It's a person!" he gasped. Bernard ran up and looked closely at the screen, "I thought you said that was impossible!"

Santa zoomed in at the figure lying down in the snow, face first. He noticed the long hair, "That looks like a girl! Send someone up there right away and get her out of the snow!"

"Sir, the S.O.S!" Curtis warned. Santa shook his head and headed to the stairs, "I won't let some poor girl freeze to death because of the S.O.S!" he said.

Barnard followed quickly and so did Curtis and Buddy. They ran down the stairs, down one of the halls that said "Stables".

A group of elves followed the group into the sables to see what the fuss was over. Santa walked over to Comet and let him out of his stall, "Alright, Comet, we're going on a little rescue mission." Santa said as he threw his leg over Comet and took a seat on his back.

He grabbed Comet's reigns and they flew off and up above the North Pole to the exit.

As Santa and Comet left the North Pole and flew out into the world above, the wind was so hard Comet had to struggle to fly forward.

They landed next to the candy cane pole and Santa started looking around desperately for the girl.

He found her on the south side of the pole and quickly picked her up and brought her back over to Comet. He threw is leg back over Comet and placed the girl in between him and Comet's head, making sure she was secure and wouldn't fall off during the flight back.

Comet took off and as they re-entered the Pole, Santa pushed some of her hair out of her face and saw her pointed ears. Santa was shocked and as Comet flew back into the stables Santa jumped off as fast as he could and ran over to Bernard and Curtis, "She's an elf!" he made clear.

Bernard looked at the new elf whose nose was bright pink and lips a purplish color, "I don't recognize her."

Santa quickly walked out of the stable and down the hall, with a dozen of elves following behind him.

"Santa, if she's an elf why didn't she use her magic to get back in here?" one of the elves asked him.

Curtis butted in and started walking between Bernard and Santa on Santa's right side, "Simple. A year after Scott, or now Santa, joined us we decided to have and ID system. Any magical figure can not enter the North Pole unless we have them in the system. To be safe, of course." Curtis paused, "Santa, this girl could be a bad elf!"

Santa started walking down the stairs of the workshop. Santa looked down at this girls face, "She doesn't look bad, but just in case, we'll have one of our top elves watch her." he said as they ran out of the toy shop, across the lot and over to the hospital.

"Dr. Hismus!" Santa called as he entered the small hospital room. The short, red haired doctor walked through the one of the other doors and then turned around and called in two of his nurses, "What happened to her?" he asked, having Santa place her on an examination table.

"She has been out in the cold right above the North Pole. We have no idea for how long she's been out in the cold though." Santa explained.

Dr. Hismus nodded and the nurses shooed all the elves out of the small room, though Santa, Bernard, Curtis and Buddy stayed.

"Sorry Santa. But you all have to go to. We need as much room as we can get; this girl might have serious frostbite." Dr. Hismus explained, pulling on a pair of gloves.

The group all piled out of the room and Santa took Buddy out of Curtis's hands.

"Santa, who is going to keep an eye on this girl incase she is a bad elf?" Bernard asked. Santa paused and started to think, "Bernard, didn't you say the other day that we were ahead of schedule?" he asked.

Bernard smiled, pleased that Santa remembered, and nodded his head. Santa smiled and nodded, copying Bernard, "Well then, you can spare the time. You'll watch her and find out who she is and what she's doing here." Santa said, turning to leave.

Bernard shook his head and followed after Santa and Curtis, "W-W-Wait! Santa, I'm the head elf! I can't be babysitting some girl when we're less then three months away from Christmas!"

Santa pointed to Curtis, "That's why Curtis will watch over the workshop until you're done watching her. And we are ahead of schedule, like you said, so I'm sure nothing will go wrong. Besides, you're my most trusted elf. I'm leaving this to you."

Bernard clenched his teeth, why did the elves have to be ahead of schedule this month? The last thing Bernard wanted was to leave the toy shop in the hands of Curtis! Hopefully Santa will be monitoring Curtis while Bernard was watching the unknown elf.

Bernard finally nodded, "Alright Santa. When do I start baby-" Bernard stopped, "Watching the girl?" he asked. Santa half chuckled, "Now. Get to work." he said, walking into the toy shop with Curtis, leaving Bernard outside.

Bernard huffed, "I didn't work my butt off for nine hundred years to watch some girl! I'm the head elf; Curtis should be the one watching her." Bernard mumbled as he walked over to the hospital again and took a seat on the bench outside.

After a while Curtis sent Abby out to give Bernard his light brown coat and red and green scarf so he wouldn't get cold, and a cup of hot chocolate.

After a while Dr. Hismus walked out the doors and smiled when he saw Bernard, "Ah, well she had a little frost bite on her hands and feet but she's fine now. We moved her into another room in the back. She'll be fine in a few days but she should stay here." he explained.

Bernard nodded, standing up and walking over to him, "Did she have any ID? Did she wake up long enough to tell you her name? Anything?" he asked.

Dr. Hismus shook his head, "She woke up ten minutes ago but only opened her eyes for a second then fell back asleep. You can go see her if you'd like."

Bernard sighed, "I don't really have a choice." he said, walking in with Dr. Hismus to the back rooms where patients were put after being operated on.

Dr. Hismus pulled a curtain back and the said elf was lying in the bed, covered in two full blankets and a warm wet rag on her forehead. Her jacket, scarf and all her other clothes they took her out of to put her in the hospital gown were folded nicely on a small table at the foot of the bed.

Bernard walked over and took a seat in the armchair that was next to the bed. He placed folded his hands on his lap and stared at the girl who was fast asleep.

"Not even a name?" He asked the doctor again. Dr. Hismus shook his head and walked out.

Bernard leaned his elbow on the armrest and his cheek in his hand and stared at the girl some more. He wished she'd wake up so he could at least get her name and why she was there and why she wasn't a registered elf.

The lights started to fad from the windows and Bernard knew it was getting late. I should probably head home and come back tomorrow to see if she wakes up. He thought, standing up and stretching his arms over his head.

"Ugh," he heard her groan.

Bernard looked at the girl and saw her pulling her arm out from under the blankets to rub her eyes.

"Hey," Bernard said quietly so he wouldn't startle her.

She groaned again and rubbed her other eye, "Am I dead?" she mumbled. Bernard raised an eyebrow, "Why would you say that?"

She finally opened her eyes, showing off bright blue eyes, "The-The last thing I remember is digging for the North Pole and then it got all black. I must have died, right? And you're some kind of angel?"

Bernard chuckled, "No. Dig for the North Pole? Anyway, I'm Bernard, the head elf here at the North Pole."

At the words 'North Pole' the girl shot up and sat up in her bed, "Seriously? I actually made it to the North Pole?" she asked.

Bernard nodded, taking back his seat in the armchair, "Yeah. Santa brought you down here himself. Why are you here, anyway? We only allow good magical beings, even Jack Frost before he was nice, into the North Pole for safety reasons. Are you bad because if you are I'm going to report you." he explained.

She giggled, "Funny. Mother Nature told me to come here. Said I'd be happy and have friends and a home. Before that I was Jack Frost's elf."

"Whoa, Jack Frost's elf? But he always said he wanted an elf. Why would he always ask for an elf if he already had one?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes, "The old Jack Frost was kinda selfish. But now he's good so I doubt he's asking for any elves anymore. That's why he let me go. Then I was living on my own until Mother Nature found out about me and told me I should come here."

Bernard let this all in. So…she wasn't a bad elf? She was there because Mother Nature told her to? Bernard had his doubts.

"I don't fully believe you. I'll have to tell Santa to talk to Mother Nature and maybe even Jack Frost about you. But I need your name."

The girl's eyes widened, "Oh, how dumb of me. I forgot to introduce myself. So sorry. My name's Trish. It's very nice to meet you Barnard." she smiled.

Barnard nodded, "Likewise. It's getting late and I should try to catch Santa before the shop closes. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Trish asked. Bernard nodded as he started to walk to the door, "Santa wants me to watch you."

"I'm not a baby." Trish made clear.

"Until we figure out if you're really good or bad, we'll be the judge of that." Bernard said as he walked out the door.

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To be continued…


A/N:

thats it for chapter one.

i hope you liked it! :D

I tired to make Curtis a little childish (like he was in the second movie. even tho he seemed to mature in the 3rd) and you cant flame me for Barnard being bad about watching Trish instead of working around the shop. He's the HEAD ELF!! and its LESS then 3 months till Xmas so duh he'd wanna focus on his job and not watch over some unknown elf. hehe (kinda reminds me when he was all annoyed at Scott in the first movie.)

anyways, i hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading and i hope you stay tooned for the next chapter!

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~~~Taylor(: