November Part 2
(Note: I think I got Bernard's age wrong. I think it should be way more than 1002, but I'm not sure what it should be, so just pretend he's whatever age you think he should be lol)
.:*:.
Viviane rose from her bed and stretched, glad it was a Saturday. She rubbed her eyes until everything came into focus. She jumped when she first saw Bernard asleep in the chair in her bedroom, but everything from the night before came flooding back into her mind.
"So it wasn't a dream!" she said excitedly. She got out of her bed and stood in front of the elf. His eyes were still closed, and he wasn't moving. She gently poked him, expecting him to suddenly vanish and it would be just a dream.
Instead he woke with a jerk. "Huh, what?"
She giggled. "Bernard, I believe you fell asleep in my room.
"I, uh what?" his sleepy eyes finally came into focus and he remembered what he was supposed to do. "Oh my goodness! I'm terribly sorry Vivs, but I must make a small trip back to the North Pole, just to make sure everything's going smoothly. I meant to check last night but that's obviously not an option....." Bernard started to fumble with his hat as he fixed it on his head and started to check through his bags.
"Bernard........Bernard.........BERNARD!!!!!!!!!!"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"If something happened at the "North Pole" wouldn't Santa contact you?" she pointed out, sitting down tiredly on her bed. She hadn't realized it was six in the morning.
Bernard gasped and started to look at his watch. "You didn't hear any beeping from my watch, did you?"
"No.....hey, let me see that!" she said, grabbing his arm and pulling it toward her face so she could see his watch. "It's very pretty. Did you make it yourself?"
"Yes." he said, pulling his arm away. "Are you sure you didn't hear any beeping?"
"Bernard, I would have woken up if I heard any." she said, rolling her eyes. "What does that watch do anyway?"'
"Keeps me in touch with Santa."
Viviane stared at him again. "Cool." she said nodding. "I wish I had a watch like that."
She sat on her bed as Bernard started talking into his watch. "Santa? Santa are you there?"
"Bernard?" Viviane stared in amazement at his watch, as if she didn't believe he actually could talk to Santa in it.
"Yeah it's me." the elf said.
"How's everything going?"
"Nevermind that if everything all right there? Has Curtis messed anything up yet?"
"Calm down Bernard! Yeesh! Don't worry about him. So, how did the talk with Vivs go?"
Viviane looked again surprised at how the guy he was talking to knew her name.
"She's sitting right here. She still doesn't believe I'm an elf." he said, looking up at her from his watch.
"Oh no!" she heard Santa say. "Not Vivs. Surly she believes in you." Viviane blushed as Bernard grinned up at her.
"Well, she doesn't seem to believe anything I say......."
"I believe SOME of the things you say. I mean, how do I know you're not a man dressed in an elf costume, making up stories of the North Pole and that's really your dad talking to you?"
Bernard rolled her eyes. "I showed you before! How can you not believe me after I disappeared right before your eyes?"
"Hey, Bernard, let me talk to her." said Santa.
"Oh. Ok." said Bernard, standing up, then he took off his watch and handed it to Viviane. "Santa wants to talk to you."
"I know." she said, giving him a look as she took the watch. "I have ears you know."
"Somebody's cranky today." he muttered.
"Hello?" said Viviane into the watch.
"Hello Vivs. Have you been a good girl this year?"
"I guess so. Bernard here says I'm on the Nice List." she said, sounding a little bored. Bernard was standing his arms behind his back again.
"Right he is. So, I know you've been having some family trouble lately, and I just want to make sure you know we're just trying to help."
"I guess."
"No, there's no guessing! I know you've been upset that it seemed I didn't answer your letters, but if you believe me, it was because I was waiting until I could find a way to help you. Trust us, that Bernard and I are just here to help!"
Viviane was looking at the watch thoughtfully, but didn't say anything. Suddenly an alarm started to go off in the background sound of the watch. She looked up fearfully at Bernard, and dropped the watch.
"Santa! Santa, what happened?" Bernard was yelling into the watch as he grabbed it off the floor.
"We're going into Elfcon 3, sorry Bernard, all have to call you back!" Santa yelled back, then the sounds went away. There was silence.
"Elfcon 3?" said Viviane, puzzled.
*
"Now, first, I think we should start by talking to your mom. She's a teacher, right?"
"Yep, Mr. Elf."
Bernard put down the piece of parchment he was reading and glared at her. "It's Bernard."
"Whatever." she said, shrugging as they walked.
They were downtown walking on the ice covered sidewalks, heading towards where Viviane's mother lived, which was only on the other side of town.
"No, it's not 'whatever'" he said in an angry voice. "How do you expect me to help you if you don't let me?"
"Look, I'm just going along with what you and 'Santa' say, I don't even think this is going to work. You could put a mistletoe above my mom and dad and she'd just rip it up to shreds and throw it at his feet. They hate eachother now! Besides," she paused, a frown on her face as she walked. "When I sent you those letters I was just a child. I didn't understand much. Now I know that they don't like eachother anymore and I have to respect that. Just because they're apart doesn't mean we can't have a good Christmas. You should just go back to your "North Pole" and just forget about us."
"And why?" asked Bernard.
"BECAUSE THEY'LL NEVER GET BACK TOGETHER!" she shouted in his face. She stood with her face centimeters from his, glaring at him. He put his index finger on her forehead and pushed her face slowly farther away.
"I'd never expect you too loose hope so fast." he said, staring at her. She looked down at her feet miserably.
"Now let me think for a minute." he said, turning back to his paper.
"I don't think talking to my mom will help much." said Viviane, not paying much attention to what the elf had just said. "Maybe if we remind both of them what fun they had when they were first in love- no." she shook her head again. "I still can't believe this will work. I'm sorry Bernard. I just- I can't see it happening. And elf coming to my house to help my parents get back together is just really, really weird." She gave him a sad look and started to walk away.
"No, wait!" he said, running after her. "Please! Come on. Santa and I have known you for a long time-"
"Santa knows EVERYONE so what makes me so special?"
"No, you don't understand! We really enjoyed your letters, and Santa loves the stop at your house. That's why him and me are trying so hard to help you. No one, especially you, should have to spend a Christmas like the way you do."
Viviane sighed. "I appreciate it, Bernard, really! But you must not know your parents as much as you know me." She turned and walked away again.
Bernard sighed, and looked into his watch. "Santa, we have a problem." he muttered.
*
Viviane sat alone in the park, wondering where the elf had gone. "Bet he's at the North Pole." she said sarcastically.
"Nope." said a voice behind her and she jumped again.
"Bernard! Stop dis- stop making yourself do that!"
Bernard ignored her and came around from behind the bench with a small card in his hand and a very odd looking thing. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was very gold and polished, and if she could describe it easily, she would say it looked like a cart of some sort full of mirrors.
"What the heck is that?" she said.
"Basically it's just a bunch of microscope lenses. It's made so we elves and Santa can see the tiny writing on these cards." he said, showing the girl the card in his hand. There was another card like this one, which said "Santa Clause" on it. This one said "Elf" on it instead.
"It just says Elf on it and I can see that pretty clearly." she said.
"No you can't!" Bernard took and card and put it in a small slot on one end of the card and pulled up one of the mirrors. "Can you see anything?"
"Just the word Elf again." she said, shrugging.
Bernard pulled up another microscope lens that was bigger. "How about now?"
"Still, all I see is elf!" she said angrily.
"Now?" he said, pulling up another one.
"Nope."
"Now?
"NO!"
"Now?"
"JUST STOP IT!" she said, pulling down the last microscope.
"How about now?" he said, finally pulling up the last and biggest one.
"No........wait..........yes. What the heck?" she said, peering into it. Inside the word Elf was smaller words that were hard to see even with the biggest lens.
"Those who wish to become an elf, work as an elf, or to take on the toy making business must first be witnessed by the current Santa Claus to check out his or her toy making experience. If a non-elf wishes to take on the job of a departed elf they must agree to the rules of Christmas and read the Handbook which is kept by the Number Two Elf- What the heck is this?" she said, looking at Bernard.
"Well, Santa and I had a talk and we thought we should so you some business cards that may convince you." he said, looking at her. She sighed annoyingly again and started to trudge off.
"Hey, wait!" he said, pulling down the last lens and started to push the cart toward her.
"Just leave me alone." she said. "I already told you! I don't want a make believe elf following me anymore!"
"LOOK HERE!" said Bernard, stopping the cart with force and walking over to her in an angry way. "Will you ever just at least TRY and believe in us? Why aren't you the Vivs we've known for such a long time? Why aren't you the one we've been getting letters from anymore? Why aren't you the Vivs who used to write letters to the Tooth Fairy and hid eggs for the Easter Bunny and leave a bucket of sand for the Sandman? What happened to her?"
"She left." said Viviane sadly. "When my parents split apart."
Bernard started to get less angry as she hung her head. "Why? Why did you give up, just like that?"
"It just didn't seem like it was possible anymore! Don't you get it? They seemed like the perfect people for eachother. Then they just decided to hate eachother. I started to loose hope when Santa didn't come to spread his magic."
"We are spreading our magic. You just won't give us a chance to." Bernard said in an encouraging way.
Viviane finally looked up at him and started to smile. "Oh all right. I'll let you help me."
Bernard grinned. "Yes!"
"But I just have one question." she said.
"What?" said Bernard, remembering about the microscope lenses, then he snapped his fingers and it disappeared. "Santa might want that back."
Viviane stared at where the thing just was in astonishment, as if she still couldn't believe Bernard could do magic.
"Come on, what's your question?"
"Oh yeah, right. I was just wondering why you can't just tell Cupid to just go shoot my parents in the but?"
Bernard's face fell. "Tried that. He said he all ready shot them once and you can't hit a person twice."
"Oh." he said, disappointed. Bernard watched her, and decided to get on with it. "Anyway, are you sure you fully believe me now?"
Viviane hesitated, but she did nod.
"Great! Now all we need is to get them in the same place at the same time."
"How are we going to do that?" asked Viviane as they started walking down the sidewalk again.
"Well, I had an idea." he said.
"Well, what is it?" asked Viviane.
"Oh, yeah. I think we should take your parents back to where they first met."
"And where the heck is that?" said Viviane, stopping him in the road. "And how do you know what it is?"
Bernard started to look mad again. "Have you forgotten all ready? I'm an Elf, working for Santa! Santa knows these things."
"Oh yeah, right." she said, but she still didn't sound like she believed he worked for Santa. "So, where do we go?"
"First, we have to find some way to get your mom and dad to go there........" said Bernard, looking thoughtful again.
(Note: I think I got Bernard's age wrong. I think it should be way more than 1002, but I'm not sure what it should be, so just pretend he's whatever age you think he should be lol)
.:*:.
Viviane rose from her bed and stretched, glad it was a Saturday. She rubbed her eyes until everything came into focus. She jumped when she first saw Bernard asleep in the chair in her bedroom, but everything from the night before came flooding back into her mind.
"So it wasn't a dream!" she said excitedly. She got out of her bed and stood in front of the elf. His eyes were still closed, and he wasn't moving. She gently poked him, expecting him to suddenly vanish and it would be just a dream.
Instead he woke with a jerk. "Huh, what?"
She giggled. "Bernard, I believe you fell asleep in my room.
"I, uh what?" his sleepy eyes finally came into focus and he remembered what he was supposed to do. "Oh my goodness! I'm terribly sorry Vivs, but I must make a small trip back to the North Pole, just to make sure everything's going smoothly. I meant to check last night but that's obviously not an option....." Bernard started to fumble with his hat as he fixed it on his head and started to check through his bags.
"Bernard........Bernard.........BERNARD!!!!!!!!!!"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"If something happened at the "North Pole" wouldn't Santa contact you?" she pointed out, sitting down tiredly on her bed. She hadn't realized it was six in the morning.
Bernard gasped and started to look at his watch. "You didn't hear any beeping from my watch, did you?"
"No.....hey, let me see that!" she said, grabbing his arm and pulling it toward her face so she could see his watch. "It's very pretty. Did you make it yourself?"
"Yes." he said, pulling his arm away. "Are you sure you didn't hear any beeping?"
"Bernard, I would have woken up if I heard any." she said, rolling her eyes. "What does that watch do anyway?"'
"Keeps me in touch with Santa."
Viviane stared at him again. "Cool." she said nodding. "I wish I had a watch like that."
She sat on her bed as Bernard started talking into his watch. "Santa? Santa are you there?"
"Bernard?" Viviane stared in amazement at his watch, as if she didn't believe he actually could talk to Santa in it.
"Yeah it's me." the elf said.
"How's everything going?"
"Nevermind that if everything all right there? Has Curtis messed anything up yet?"
"Calm down Bernard! Yeesh! Don't worry about him. So, how did the talk with Vivs go?"
Viviane looked again surprised at how the guy he was talking to knew her name.
"She's sitting right here. She still doesn't believe I'm an elf." he said, looking up at her from his watch.
"Oh no!" she heard Santa say. "Not Vivs. Surly she believes in you." Viviane blushed as Bernard grinned up at her.
"Well, she doesn't seem to believe anything I say......."
"I believe SOME of the things you say. I mean, how do I know you're not a man dressed in an elf costume, making up stories of the North Pole and that's really your dad talking to you?"
Bernard rolled her eyes. "I showed you before! How can you not believe me after I disappeared right before your eyes?"
"Hey, Bernard, let me talk to her." said Santa.
"Oh. Ok." said Bernard, standing up, then he took off his watch and handed it to Viviane. "Santa wants to talk to you."
"I know." she said, giving him a look as she took the watch. "I have ears you know."
"Somebody's cranky today." he muttered.
"Hello?" said Viviane into the watch.
"Hello Vivs. Have you been a good girl this year?"
"I guess so. Bernard here says I'm on the Nice List." she said, sounding a little bored. Bernard was standing his arms behind his back again.
"Right he is. So, I know you've been having some family trouble lately, and I just want to make sure you know we're just trying to help."
"I guess."
"No, there's no guessing! I know you've been upset that it seemed I didn't answer your letters, but if you believe me, it was because I was waiting until I could find a way to help you. Trust us, that Bernard and I are just here to help!"
Viviane was looking at the watch thoughtfully, but didn't say anything. Suddenly an alarm started to go off in the background sound of the watch. She looked up fearfully at Bernard, and dropped the watch.
"Santa! Santa, what happened?" Bernard was yelling into the watch as he grabbed it off the floor.
"We're going into Elfcon 3, sorry Bernard, all have to call you back!" Santa yelled back, then the sounds went away. There was silence.
"Elfcon 3?" said Viviane, puzzled.
*
"Now, first, I think we should start by talking to your mom. She's a teacher, right?"
"Yep, Mr. Elf."
Bernard put down the piece of parchment he was reading and glared at her. "It's Bernard."
"Whatever." she said, shrugging as they walked.
They were downtown walking on the ice covered sidewalks, heading towards where Viviane's mother lived, which was only on the other side of town.
"No, it's not 'whatever'" he said in an angry voice. "How do you expect me to help you if you don't let me?"
"Look, I'm just going along with what you and 'Santa' say, I don't even think this is going to work. You could put a mistletoe above my mom and dad and she'd just rip it up to shreds and throw it at his feet. They hate eachother now! Besides," she paused, a frown on her face as she walked. "When I sent you those letters I was just a child. I didn't understand much. Now I know that they don't like eachother anymore and I have to respect that. Just because they're apart doesn't mean we can't have a good Christmas. You should just go back to your "North Pole" and just forget about us."
"And why?" asked Bernard.
"BECAUSE THEY'LL NEVER GET BACK TOGETHER!" she shouted in his face. She stood with her face centimeters from his, glaring at him. He put his index finger on her forehead and pushed her face slowly farther away.
"I'd never expect you too loose hope so fast." he said, staring at her. She looked down at her feet miserably.
"Now let me think for a minute." he said, turning back to his paper.
"I don't think talking to my mom will help much." said Viviane, not paying much attention to what the elf had just said. "Maybe if we remind both of them what fun they had when they were first in love- no." she shook her head again. "I still can't believe this will work. I'm sorry Bernard. I just- I can't see it happening. And elf coming to my house to help my parents get back together is just really, really weird." She gave him a sad look and started to walk away.
"No, wait!" he said, running after her. "Please! Come on. Santa and I have known you for a long time-"
"Santa knows EVERYONE so what makes me so special?"
"No, you don't understand! We really enjoyed your letters, and Santa loves the stop at your house. That's why him and me are trying so hard to help you. No one, especially you, should have to spend a Christmas like the way you do."
Viviane sighed. "I appreciate it, Bernard, really! But you must not know your parents as much as you know me." She turned and walked away again.
Bernard sighed, and looked into his watch. "Santa, we have a problem." he muttered.
*
Viviane sat alone in the park, wondering where the elf had gone. "Bet he's at the North Pole." she said sarcastically.
"Nope." said a voice behind her and she jumped again.
"Bernard! Stop dis- stop making yourself do that!"
Bernard ignored her and came around from behind the bench with a small card in his hand and a very odd looking thing. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was very gold and polished, and if she could describe it easily, she would say it looked like a cart of some sort full of mirrors.
"What the heck is that?" she said.
"Basically it's just a bunch of microscope lenses. It's made so we elves and Santa can see the tiny writing on these cards." he said, showing the girl the card in his hand. There was another card like this one, which said "Santa Clause" on it. This one said "Elf" on it instead.
"It just says Elf on it and I can see that pretty clearly." she said.
"No you can't!" Bernard took and card and put it in a small slot on one end of the card and pulled up one of the mirrors. "Can you see anything?"
"Just the word Elf again." she said, shrugging.
Bernard pulled up another microscope lens that was bigger. "How about now?"
"Still, all I see is elf!" she said angrily.
"Now?" he said, pulling up another one.
"Nope."
"Now?
"NO!"
"Now?"
"JUST STOP IT!" she said, pulling down the last microscope.
"How about now?" he said, finally pulling up the last and biggest one.
"No........wait..........yes. What the heck?" she said, peering into it. Inside the word Elf was smaller words that were hard to see even with the biggest lens.
"Those who wish to become an elf, work as an elf, or to take on the toy making business must first be witnessed by the current Santa Claus to check out his or her toy making experience. If a non-elf wishes to take on the job of a departed elf they must agree to the rules of Christmas and read the Handbook which is kept by the Number Two Elf- What the heck is this?" she said, looking at Bernard.
"Well, Santa and I had a talk and we thought we should so you some business cards that may convince you." he said, looking at her. She sighed annoyingly again and started to trudge off.
"Hey, wait!" he said, pulling down the last lens and started to push the cart toward her.
"Just leave me alone." she said. "I already told you! I don't want a make believe elf following me anymore!"
"LOOK HERE!" said Bernard, stopping the cart with force and walking over to her in an angry way. "Will you ever just at least TRY and believe in us? Why aren't you the Vivs we've known for such a long time? Why aren't you the one we've been getting letters from anymore? Why aren't you the Vivs who used to write letters to the Tooth Fairy and hid eggs for the Easter Bunny and leave a bucket of sand for the Sandman? What happened to her?"
"She left." said Viviane sadly. "When my parents split apart."
Bernard started to get less angry as she hung her head. "Why? Why did you give up, just like that?"
"It just didn't seem like it was possible anymore! Don't you get it? They seemed like the perfect people for eachother. Then they just decided to hate eachother. I started to loose hope when Santa didn't come to spread his magic."
"We are spreading our magic. You just won't give us a chance to." Bernard said in an encouraging way.
Viviane finally looked up at him and started to smile. "Oh all right. I'll let you help me."
Bernard grinned. "Yes!"
"But I just have one question." she said.
"What?" said Bernard, remembering about the microscope lenses, then he snapped his fingers and it disappeared. "Santa might want that back."
Viviane stared at where the thing just was in astonishment, as if she still couldn't believe Bernard could do magic.
"Come on, what's your question?"
"Oh yeah, right. I was just wondering why you can't just tell Cupid to just go shoot my parents in the but?"
Bernard's face fell. "Tried that. He said he all ready shot them once and you can't hit a person twice."
"Oh." he said, disappointed. Bernard watched her, and decided to get on with it. "Anyway, are you sure you fully believe me now?"
Viviane hesitated, but she did nod.
"Great! Now all we need is to get them in the same place at the same time."
"How are we going to do that?" asked Viviane as they started walking down the sidewalk again.
"Well, I had an idea." he said.
"Well, what is it?" asked Viviane.
"Oh, yeah. I think we should take your parents back to where they first met."
"And where the heck is that?" said Viviane, stopping him in the road. "And how do you know what it is?"
Bernard started to look mad again. "Have you forgotten all ready? I'm an Elf, working for Santa! Santa knows these things."
"Oh yeah, right." she said, but she still didn't sound like she believed he worked for Santa. "So, where do we go?"
"First, we have to find some way to get your mom and dad to go there........" said Bernard, looking thoughtful again.