~Title: The Santa Clause 2- Christmas Troubles
~Main Characters: Bernard, Curtis, Santa, Lucas
~Rating: G
~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.
~Ah sorry I haven't added any chapters lately. I usually do it over the weekend, but I was out of town so I couldn't. I worked on this one on the trip I took with my fam though so I hope it's ok. I kinda like it. lol.
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Chapter 3: Elf House 28
That night Lucas lay in his well… small bed. He ran his hand over the wooden frame. It was quite a work of art actually as he came in closer to study it. No rough spots and chipped paint. It was amazing. Everything here was. Though, if one looked at this bed, it may resemble one of those race car beds that little kids always have. But it really wasn't all that bad he discovered as he lay there.
"Everyone ready?"" A young elf, probably somewhere around 700 years old, asked as he stood near the doorway looking around the room. He held a sleeping, yearning to sleep look in his eyes, showing a hard days work.
The room they all lay in was quite big actually. It consisted of 6 beds, 3 against each wall, a small dresser next to each bed, and on each end of the room stood a large mirror and above one mirror hung a picture of Santa. And above the other mirror hung a long black box which read how many days left until Christmas.
"Yep… Yeah… Of course…" Came the replies one after another of being ready to go to sleep. The elf turned the light off and then crawled into his own bed. Lucas could hear the others fall asleep almost immediately as soon as their heads hit their pillows. But he lie there awake watching the flickers of green and red streak across the wall. He could hear the soft tune of "Jingle Bells," floating in the distance. Ready to ignore it and go to sleep, he then caught the distinct sound of laughter. Now he couldn't ignore it. Beginning to get up… he quickly retreated. There were others in the room with him.
"Guys.." he called out in more of a loud whisper. No sounds were made other than the soft breathing. He took a deep breath and slid out of his bead, not making a single sound.
Letting out a long, relived breath, Lucas quietly closed the door to the room behind him. It was for the first time he now noticed that the door had a sign. It read, "Elf our 28". How many "Elf Houses" there were, he wasn't sure. But it did feel a bit degrading to have a label. Though, he was sharing a room with 5 other elves, a label would only be right to give him that extra slap in the face.
The music and laughter invaded his ears again, snapping him out the deep thought he had been pulled into. It seemed to be coming from the left, so naturally he headed in that direction. As he moved in a slow, silent manor, he noticed that each "Elf House" that would pop up would be climbing higher. As he came to "Elf House 40", the music was at the loudest point it had been yet. About 20 feet ahead of him a door stood open, light erupting into the hallway, music blaring from inside, laughter mixed through all of it.
"What the…" he muttered under his quiet breathes. He moved closer to the doorway, careful not to be seen. His nervous hand clutched the wooden frame of the door. He then peered into the room. He could feel the sneer spread over his face as he saw what it was.
Inside, four velvet chairs sat in a small circle to face each other. In the chair sat Santa, Mrs. Clause, Bernard, and Curtis. They had a mixed Christmas CD going in the large stereo while they all sat talking and laughing. Having fun. Why did they get to stay up like this and have fun? Well he could understand why Santa and Mrs. Clause could, but Bernard and Curtis were elves just as he was. And yet he was tucked in at 10:00pm.
He was quickly snapped out of his jealous fit as Mrs. Clause rose to her feet, stopping to add a few things to the conversation they were engaged in. Lucas quickly spun and stood with his back to the wall, holding his breath. Luckily, she exited through another door.
"So, we have a new elf on force?" He hard Santa ask.
"Yep, we do Santa. His name is, I believe Lucas." Bernard answered.
"Oh you think, you think my name is Lucas. You know very well that it is." Lucas whispered harshly in an angry huff.
"Good elf?" He now heard Santa ask in a curious tone. They had had a bad elf or two in years ago and had to let them go before the destroyed the North Pole. Sad days those were to all who remember.
"Well, I think so. You know, you can never tell right away. I have some doubts about him though. You know, because he wasn't born into the whole elfing family of the North Pole. Living on the surface with other people and everything for so many years and then coming here, well, that isn't always the best thing." As soon as Bernard said this Lucas had to hold himself back from bursting in there and giving all of them a piece of his mind. He gathered himself up again though and waiting patiently for Santa, or Curtis's response to Bernard's opinion.
"Very true, very true. I'm not too sure of what has happened in the past, you know only being here for what has it been, 8, 9 Christmas's now? Well whatever it is, I'm sure time will tell on him." Santa replied, giving a jolly laugh at the end, then adding. "I'll meet with him tomorrow, maybe I'll be able to get a little idea of what he's like after seeing him and talking to him." Lucas peered in and saw the other two nod.
"I think he'll do just fine." Curtis piped up saying. "I myself have met him, though like Bernard said, I do have my doubts also, but he seems ok." Lucas shrugged at Curtis's input. He might not be that bad.
The three stopped talking as soon as Mrs. Clause entered the room again.
"Hot chocolate and cookies for everyone." She called out setting a tray with both on the table in the middle of the chairs before taking a seat again herself. Lucas pinned himself to the wall again now quivering with anger. Small talk started up again and without another thought to what was being talked about now he left. Now instead of taking his slow, quiet steps he more stomped trying to get the anger that surged through his body. How dare they not trust him. Him. He was obviously more fit for the head elf job than Bernard. No head elf should go around saying how they don't trust the new elves.
More than too quickly he reached his stupid little "Elf House 28" again. He took three deep breathes and entered the room.
His original plan was to just sneek back into the room and crawl into bed without being noticed. That plan died quickly. As soon as he opened the door he knew something was wrong. The lights were on. And now he saw 5 angry looking elves staring at him.
"So new guy, planning on getting us all in trouble?" One asked frowning.
"Maybe someone didn't explain the rule to you, but when we say lights out and all go to sleep, you go to sleep too." Another shoved in angrily. Lucas shrugged and went to his bed.
"I was using the bathroom." He smiled to himself, congratulating himself for coming up with that so quickly.
"Oh sure. For 20 minuets?"
"I wasn't gone that long."
"As soon as you get out of bed a small timer under the bed…" the elf lifted the covers up to reveal a small box clicking with time. "Goes on and once it reaches 10 minuets, a small buzzer goes off. Now get into bed, and we won't say any of this happened. But if it happens again, you will be reported and possibly suspended from you current position."
"Oh, so now your threatening me?" Lucas snapped.
"Each elf house is like a family. If your house, or family, gets in trouble a lot, you get frowned upon. And as elves working in Santa's workshop, we like to be like a big happy family. And being frowned upon isn't fun." Lucas rolled his eyes as they said this, and slid into bed.
"Goodnight, family." He said in a mocking tone. The rest stared at him frowning.
"Goodnight." They all muttered. The light then turned off again, ending one horrible night for Lucas.
~Main Characters: Bernard, Curtis, Santa, Lucas
~Rating: G
~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.
~Ah sorry I haven't added any chapters lately. I usually do it over the weekend, but I was out of town so I couldn't. I worked on this one on the trip I took with my fam though so I hope it's ok. I kinda like it. lol.
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Chapter 3: Elf House 28
That night Lucas lay in his well… small bed. He ran his hand over the wooden frame. It was quite a work of art actually as he came in closer to study it. No rough spots and chipped paint. It was amazing. Everything here was. Though, if one looked at this bed, it may resemble one of those race car beds that little kids always have. But it really wasn't all that bad he discovered as he lay there.
"Everyone ready?"" A young elf, probably somewhere around 700 years old, asked as he stood near the doorway looking around the room. He held a sleeping, yearning to sleep look in his eyes, showing a hard days work.
The room they all lay in was quite big actually. It consisted of 6 beds, 3 against each wall, a small dresser next to each bed, and on each end of the room stood a large mirror and above one mirror hung a picture of Santa. And above the other mirror hung a long black box which read how many days left until Christmas.
"Yep… Yeah… Of course…" Came the replies one after another of being ready to go to sleep. The elf turned the light off and then crawled into his own bed. Lucas could hear the others fall asleep almost immediately as soon as their heads hit their pillows. But he lie there awake watching the flickers of green and red streak across the wall. He could hear the soft tune of "Jingle Bells," floating in the distance. Ready to ignore it and go to sleep, he then caught the distinct sound of laughter. Now he couldn't ignore it. Beginning to get up… he quickly retreated. There were others in the room with him.
"Guys.." he called out in more of a loud whisper. No sounds were made other than the soft breathing. He took a deep breath and slid out of his bead, not making a single sound.
Letting out a long, relived breath, Lucas quietly closed the door to the room behind him. It was for the first time he now noticed that the door had a sign. It read, "Elf our 28". How many "Elf Houses" there were, he wasn't sure. But it did feel a bit degrading to have a label. Though, he was sharing a room with 5 other elves, a label would only be right to give him that extra slap in the face.
The music and laughter invaded his ears again, snapping him out the deep thought he had been pulled into. It seemed to be coming from the left, so naturally he headed in that direction. As he moved in a slow, silent manor, he noticed that each "Elf House" that would pop up would be climbing higher. As he came to "Elf House 40", the music was at the loudest point it had been yet. About 20 feet ahead of him a door stood open, light erupting into the hallway, music blaring from inside, laughter mixed through all of it.
"What the…" he muttered under his quiet breathes. He moved closer to the doorway, careful not to be seen. His nervous hand clutched the wooden frame of the door. He then peered into the room. He could feel the sneer spread over his face as he saw what it was.
Inside, four velvet chairs sat in a small circle to face each other. In the chair sat Santa, Mrs. Clause, Bernard, and Curtis. They had a mixed Christmas CD going in the large stereo while they all sat talking and laughing. Having fun. Why did they get to stay up like this and have fun? Well he could understand why Santa and Mrs. Clause could, but Bernard and Curtis were elves just as he was. And yet he was tucked in at 10:00pm.
He was quickly snapped out of his jealous fit as Mrs. Clause rose to her feet, stopping to add a few things to the conversation they were engaged in. Lucas quickly spun and stood with his back to the wall, holding his breath. Luckily, she exited through another door.
"So, we have a new elf on force?" He hard Santa ask.
"Yep, we do Santa. His name is, I believe Lucas." Bernard answered.
"Oh you think, you think my name is Lucas. You know very well that it is." Lucas whispered harshly in an angry huff.
"Good elf?" He now heard Santa ask in a curious tone. They had had a bad elf or two in years ago and had to let them go before the destroyed the North Pole. Sad days those were to all who remember.
"Well, I think so. You know, you can never tell right away. I have some doubts about him though. You know, because he wasn't born into the whole elfing family of the North Pole. Living on the surface with other people and everything for so many years and then coming here, well, that isn't always the best thing." As soon as Bernard said this Lucas had to hold himself back from bursting in there and giving all of them a piece of his mind. He gathered himself up again though and waiting patiently for Santa, or Curtis's response to Bernard's opinion.
"Very true, very true. I'm not too sure of what has happened in the past, you know only being here for what has it been, 8, 9 Christmas's now? Well whatever it is, I'm sure time will tell on him." Santa replied, giving a jolly laugh at the end, then adding. "I'll meet with him tomorrow, maybe I'll be able to get a little idea of what he's like after seeing him and talking to him." Lucas peered in and saw the other two nod.
"I think he'll do just fine." Curtis piped up saying. "I myself have met him, though like Bernard said, I do have my doubts also, but he seems ok." Lucas shrugged at Curtis's input. He might not be that bad.
The three stopped talking as soon as Mrs. Clause entered the room again.
"Hot chocolate and cookies for everyone." She called out setting a tray with both on the table in the middle of the chairs before taking a seat again herself. Lucas pinned himself to the wall again now quivering with anger. Small talk started up again and without another thought to what was being talked about now he left. Now instead of taking his slow, quiet steps he more stomped trying to get the anger that surged through his body. How dare they not trust him. Him. He was obviously more fit for the head elf job than Bernard. No head elf should go around saying how they don't trust the new elves.
More than too quickly he reached his stupid little "Elf House 28" again. He took three deep breathes and entered the room.
His original plan was to just sneek back into the room and crawl into bed without being noticed. That plan died quickly. As soon as he opened the door he knew something was wrong. The lights were on. And now he saw 5 angry looking elves staring at him.
"So new guy, planning on getting us all in trouble?" One asked frowning.
"Maybe someone didn't explain the rule to you, but when we say lights out and all go to sleep, you go to sleep too." Another shoved in angrily. Lucas shrugged and went to his bed.
"I was using the bathroom." He smiled to himself, congratulating himself for coming up with that so quickly.
"Oh sure. For 20 minuets?"
"I wasn't gone that long."
"As soon as you get out of bed a small timer under the bed…" the elf lifted the covers up to reveal a small box clicking with time. "Goes on and once it reaches 10 minuets, a small buzzer goes off. Now get into bed, and we won't say any of this happened. But if it happens again, you will be reported and possibly suspended from you current position."
"Oh, so now your threatening me?" Lucas snapped.
"Each elf house is like a family. If your house, or family, gets in trouble a lot, you get frowned upon. And as elves working in Santa's workshop, we like to be like a big happy family. And being frowned upon isn't fun." Lucas rolled his eyes as they said this, and slid into bed.
"Goodnight, family." He said in a mocking tone. The rest stared at him frowning.
"Goodnight." They all muttered. The light then turned off again, ending one horrible night for Lucas.