~Title: Santa Clause 2- Christmas Troubles
~Rating: G
~Main Characters: Bernard, Curtis, Lucas, Santa
~Disclaimer: I don't own any character or place from The Santa Clause 1 or 2. I do however own the story itself, and maybe a character or two that I have made up on my own. So I'm not claiming anything here that doesn't belong to me, so please don't you claim anything that is mine to be yours. Do I have you confused? Oh well.
~Thanx for the reviews on the first chapter. When I get reviews I really get into the mood of writing the next chapter *wink wink* lol.
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Chapter 2: New
Bernard stood there for a second or two more, then be tried to rationalize. Was it really another elf? There was no real way to tell from such a distance he was at right now. All he could see from here was the ears that came to a point. Some people had ears like that. He began to walk began to walk towards it after stalling for a few more seconds.
"Hello there!" The elf in question greeted as Bernard approached him. He gave a slight wave and stopped right in front of him.
"Hey," Bernard replied as he studied him over. He wore brown corduroy pants and a heavy red jacket. This was the basic kind of attire for an elf when traveling.
"I take it this is the North Pole. Who may you be?" The stranger said his arms out to the side focusing on the snow, then lower to the ground where obviously he was referring to what was going on below at the time. Bernard raised an eyebrow, then cleared his throat. He could let him on just yet.
"The name's Bernard." He put his hand out and shook with the guy who was looking a bit suspicious now. Bernard took his hand back. "What makes you say this is the… uh… North Pole? You believe in stuff like that?" He questions as he gave the guy a slap on the shoulder, then smiled.
"Well I'm aware that it is. I've been watching for the last hour through my see-in." He picked up a circular glass plate off of the snow covered ground. It made a small, light buzzing noise, and then folded into a small glass ball about the size of a pool ball. Bernard nodded. "I was looking for a possible job." The elf finished.
"Ah, ok. So I guess you are an elf. Just a standard procedure, you now, can't tell just anyone that this is the North Pole."
"Of course I am. You didn't think that all of you were the only elves around, did you? And I understand. I might have been posing as one just to get in on this." He smiled and Bernard nodded again.
"Exactly. And no, I was well aware that there are other elves around, I just thought that if they had never worked here… they never would." He explained. The other elf nodded.
"On the contrary, new friend Bernard. I have become tired of the life that I have led so far. I have been trying to occupy my time with new and interesting things, but you know, after the first 100 years they become boring just as well. So I have come to the conclusion that I will work here. That is if I can. At Santa's Workshop." The elf smiled brightly. Bernard couldn't help but smile himself.
"So, what's your name buddy?" He asked as he unzipped his coat, then pulled a small book out of his pants pocket. He began to flip through the pages, scanning over every name. In his head he took an estimate count. This book that he carried with him was one with every name of every elf that they had working there.
"Lucas." The elf put his hand out once again to shake, but already having shook Bernard ignored the hand. Hesitantly Lucas brought his hand slowly back down. He watched Bernard and frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Adding you name to the list of all elves. Welcome to the North Pole." Bernard turned around and headed back in the direction of the platform he had rose up on. He put his left hand back though and motioned for Lucas to follow, which he did.
As the two of them entered the workshop, many eyes fell to the new person standing near Bernard. Two elves, appearing to be around 6 years old, though they were much, much older, came over to the two. The one holding Bernard's green beret stood patiently as he removed his coat and exchanged it for the beret. He smiled at her.
"Thank you sweet heart." He said softly as he bent down a bit to touch her on the cheek. She returned a warm smile.
"You're welcome." She replied in a soft, sweet tone. Lucas hesitantly gave his coat to the small elf boy in front of him. The boy waited a few more seconds for a thank you or something along that line, but when not receiving it he went off with the little girl.
"So, what do you do around this place?" Lucas asked as he turned in a slow circle, studying every inch of the marvelously decorated room. Though it was nothing compared to other rooms.
"I'm the head elf." Bernard replied as he walked to wards the doorway, Lucas quickly followed. This room they entered now was about 10 times more brilliant than the last. Lucas's mouth fell open a bit as the magic and mystical feeling the room held to itself overwhelmed him. It was the actual workshop. Rows of elves working enthusiastically, talking happily, and building toys filled the room. Toys of all sorts lie everywhere. Bernard waited as Lucas took in his surroundings.
"Who are you?" A voice asked suddenly. Lucas looked down to see Curtis, who stood near him, watching with a look of confusion in his eyes and the sound of it in his voice.
"He's a new elf." Bernard answered in Lucas's place. Curtis turned swiftly to face Bernard. He gave him an angry glare.
"I didn't ask you who he was, I asked him who he was." With that he walked off quickly, not too quickly though since he had time to turn and glare and Bernard again.
"Who's that?" Lucas asked.
"That's just Curtis. He's the number 2 elf." Lucas nodded as he received this answer.
"So… what will I be doing around here?"
"You'll be a worker elf for now." Bernard answered, gesturing towards the elves who were working. Lucas let out a sigh of disgust.
"What? But I'm as old as you and you're the head elf and I'm as old as you! And that head elf, he's what? 800 years old or something?" Lucas cried out.
"900." Bernard corrected.
"I don't care! This is an outrage!" As soon as he yelled this Bernard turned to stare right at him and frowned.
"Look, I have had to work very, very hard to get to this position I'm at today. Curtis has also had to. Now just because you're the same age as me, doesn't mean that you can just waltz in here and take over as a high position. Now are going to start where all of the other elves start working at. As a worker." Bernard searched this elves eyes for even the slightest bit of understanding and agreement. He saw neither.
"But…" Bernard was in no mood to argue with this elf so he cut him off as soon as he started the next line.
"Now, go to the tailoring room and have them measure you for your clothing. I take it you didn't bring any with you. Then have Garet show you to you're bed. You're clothes will be ready by tomorrow so just stay in what you have on for now, you'll be fine. You'll be sleeping in a room with 5 other elves. Each of you have your own bed of course, and a small dresser for you're clothing." Ending on that, Bernard picked up a clipboard lying on a desk and walked off into the room to check over the working elves. Lucas stood there feeling only a bit confused, but much more angry. In his mind he was telling himself that this was not going to be the way working here would be.
~Rating: G
~Main Characters: Bernard, Curtis, Lucas, Santa
~Disclaimer: I don't own any character or place from The Santa Clause 1 or 2. I do however own the story itself, and maybe a character or two that I have made up on my own. So I'm not claiming anything here that doesn't belong to me, so please don't you claim anything that is mine to be yours. Do I have you confused? Oh well.
~Thanx for the reviews on the first chapter. When I get reviews I really get into the mood of writing the next chapter *wink wink* lol.
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Chapter 2: New
Bernard stood there for a second or two more, then be tried to rationalize. Was it really another elf? There was no real way to tell from such a distance he was at right now. All he could see from here was the ears that came to a point. Some people had ears like that. He began to walk began to walk towards it after stalling for a few more seconds.
"Hello there!" The elf in question greeted as Bernard approached him. He gave a slight wave and stopped right in front of him.
"Hey," Bernard replied as he studied him over. He wore brown corduroy pants and a heavy red jacket. This was the basic kind of attire for an elf when traveling.
"I take it this is the North Pole. Who may you be?" The stranger said his arms out to the side focusing on the snow, then lower to the ground where obviously he was referring to what was going on below at the time. Bernard raised an eyebrow, then cleared his throat. He could let him on just yet.
"The name's Bernard." He put his hand out and shook with the guy who was looking a bit suspicious now. Bernard took his hand back. "What makes you say this is the… uh… North Pole? You believe in stuff like that?" He questions as he gave the guy a slap on the shoulder, then smiled.
"Well I'm aware that it is. I've been watching for the last hour through my see-in." He picked up a circular glass plate off of the snow covered ground. It made a small, light buzzing noise, and then folded into a small glass ball about the size of a pool ball. Bernard nodded. "I was looking for a possible job." The elf finished.
"Ah, ok. So I guess you are an elf. Just a standard procedure, you now, can't tell just anyone that this is the North Pole."
"Of course I am. You didn't think that all of you were the only elves around, did you? And I understand. I might have been posing as one just to get in on this." He smiled and Bernard nodded again.
"Exactly. And no, I was well aware that there are other elves around, I just thought that if they had never worked here… they never would." He explained. The other elf nodded.
"On the contrary, new friend Bernard. I have become tired of the life that I have led so far. I have been trying to occupy my time with new and interesting things, but you know, after the first 100 years they become boring just as well. So I have come to the conclusion that I will work here. That is if I can. At Santa's Workshop." The elf smiled brightly. Bernard couldn't help but smile himself.
"So, what's your name buddy?" He asked as he unzipped his coat, then pulled a small book out of his pants pocket. He began to flip through the pages, scanning over every name. In his head he took an estimate count. This book that he carried with him was one with every name of every elf that they had working there.
"Lucas." The elf put his hand out once again to shake, but already having shook Bernard ignored the hand. Hesitantly Lucas brought his hand slowly back down. He watched Bernard and frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Adding you name to the list of all elves. Welcome to the North Pole." Bernard turned around and headed back in the direction of the platform he had rose up on. He put his left hand back though and motioned for Lucas to follow, which he did.
As the two of them entered the workshop, many eyes fell to the new person standing near Bernard. Two elves, appearing to be around 6 years old, though they were much, much older, came over to the two. The one holding Bernard's green beret stood patiently as he removed his coat and exchanged it for the beret. He smiled at her.
"Thank you sweet heart." He said softly as he bent down a bit to touch her on the cheek. She returned a warm smile.
"You're welcome." She replied in a soft, sweet tone. Lucas hesitantly gave his coat to the small elf boy in front of him. The boy waited a few more seconds for a thank you or something along that line, but when not receiving it he went off with the little girl.
"So, what do you do around this place?" Lucas asked as he turned in a slow circle, studying every inch of the marvelously decorated room. Though it was nothing compared to other rooms.
"I'm the head elf." Bernard replied as he walked to wards the doorway, Lucas quickly followed. This room they entered now was about 10 times more brilliant than the last. Lucas's mouth fell open a bit as the magic and mystical feeling the room held to itself overwhelmed him. It was the actual workshop. Rows of elves working enthusiastically, talking happily, and building toys filled the room. Toys of all sorts lie everywhere. Bernard waited as Lucas took in his surroundings.
"Who are you?" A voice asked suddenly. Lucas looked down to see Curtis, who stood near him, watching with a look of confusion in his eyes and the sound of it in his voice.
"He's a new elf." Bernard answered in Lucas's place. Curtis turned swiftly to face Bernard. He gave him an angry glare.
"I didn't ask you who he was, I asked him who he was." With that he walked off quickly, not too quickly though since he had time to turn and glare and Bernard again.
"Who's that?" Lucas asked.
"That's just Curtis. He's the number 2 elf." Lucas nodded as he received this answer.
"So… what will I be doing around here?"
"You'll be a worker elf for now." Bernard answered, gesturing towards the elves who were working. Lucas let out a sigh of disgust.
"What? But I'm as old as you and you're the head elf and I'm as old as you! And that head elf, he's what? 800 years old or something?" Lucas cried out.
"900." Bernard corrected.
"I don't care! This is an outrage!" As soon as he yelled this Bernard turned to stare right at him and frowned.
"Look, I have had to work very, very hard to get to this position I'm at today. Curtis has also had to. Now just because you're the same age as me, doesn't mean that you can just waltz in here and take over as a high position. Now are going to start where all of the other elves start working at. As a worker." Bernard searched this elves eyes for even the slightest bit of understanding and agreement. He saw neither.
"But…" Bernard was in no mood to argue with this elf so he cut him off as soon as he started the next line.
"Now, go to the tailoring room and have them measure you for your clothing. I take it you didn't bring any with you. Then have Garet show you to you're bed. You're clothes will be ready by tomorrow so just stay in what you have on for now, you'll be fine. You'll be sleeping in a room with 5 other elves. Each of you have your own bed of course, and a small dresser for you're clothing." Ending on that, Bernard picked up a clipboard lying on a desk and walked off into the room to check over the working elves. Lucas stood there feeling only a bit confused, but much more angry. In his mind he was telling himself that this was not going to be the way working here would be.