A/N: OK, so I am really in a bad mood. Ooooh, my life is going all screwy.
Well, some (or at least one) of my fics are going down the toilet, cuz they
(or it) are all going messy, and they (or it...) are depressing me. But
every time I come on the comp, all I want to do is write this one! I don't
know why, it's cheering me up a lot.
Chapter Three: Charlie: The Nine-Year-Old Detective
The next day Bernard showed up in the middle of the Miller's living room, quite to the surprise of Neil. Once Laura gave the OK, Charlie was ready for a few days up at the Pole.
Charlie was so happy to be back, Bernard didn't see him the rest of the day. He supposed he was getting himself reacquainted with the place. All day Bernard sat in the Workshop drinking cocoa and talking to Larry. He and Jessica had gotten together, and Bernard wanted someone to make fun of.
"Shut up!" yelled Larry "You're acting like Katie. Just Blah blah blah blah, always making fun."
"Always!" laughed Bernard "Try the first time! I don't usually make fun of people."
"Yeah, you've gone a little insane lately. You know you have to tell me what's wrong."
"No I don't." Said Bernard, giving one of his famous I-don't-have-to-and- I'm-not-going-to looks.
"OK, fine. I won't ask."
"Good, because I won't tell."
"Bernard!" came Charlie's voice from down the hall "Something's wrong with the sleigh. I think Quinton and I can fix it, though."
"So that's where you've been."
"Yeah, I just thought you should know."
"Thank you for telling me, it's a good thing to know. Should I go look at it?"
"No, I'd rather just do this with Quinton. Danielle is helping, too. We can do it, I just needed your permission to do it alone."
"All right. Go on, fix it, I'll stay to myself."
"Charlie?" said Larry "Is that you?"
"Larry!" said Charlie "I haven't seen you since I was eight years old! Come on, wanna come help us fix the sleigh?"
"Yeah!" said Larry. He jumped up and followed Charlie down the hall. "Bye Bernard."
"OK, so now what do I do?" muttered Bernard, standing up and heading out the door. He stepped out into the snow and took a moment to think about everything he had here. It was beautiful, there were so many cheery people walking about, and nothing could make him feel bad here anymore. Everything was almost perfect. Only a few things more were needed to make a perfect life, and he wasn't quite sure if he could get those. But he was still happy, none the less, and nothing was going to ruin his day.
So he stepped down the stairs, and set out for a nice long walk.
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"IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP RIGHT NOW, I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"
"Sorry, Mel!" laughed Holly "This is just so darn fun!"
"Stop it, you terds!" yelled Jessica "She doesn't deserve this! Bernard is a sweet, good natured, elf! They could seriously be together!"
"Oh, please don't, Jey, I don't want to think of not being with him." Said Melody, hanging her head. She got up and walked toward her home, planning on locking herself in her room and writing another poem.
"Oh, but-" Jessica tried "Oh, great!"
Holly laughed so hard that Jessica pushed her off the bench.
"Oh, dear," said Larry, stepping over the still laughing Holly "This isn't at all good."
"Nope," whispered Jessica, watching her best friend walk home, knowing that she was crying, tears or not.
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Maybe it was the moonlight
The scent of you on the breeze
Maybe it was your shadow
Fell over me
Such a beautiful stranger
Eyes darker than coal
Your first look crossed the desert
Into my soul
My heart is lost to you
You have captured my love completely
My heart is lost to you
~*.*~
Melody thought over the words to a song that she had heard from humanity. She remembered only those few words, her mind not being very good at this type of thing.
She didn't want to read the poem that she had just written, but the song wasn't helping much either.
"Oh, screw it!" she yelled, flopping down onto her bed. Her sister, Jamie, walked in, noticed her lying on the bed, and asked what she was doing.
"Just writing another poem," Melody muttered into her pillow.
"Can I read it?" inquired Jamie.
"Whatever."
Jamie picked up the poem and read. She was shocked. This was not the usual nature of Melody's works.
~*.*~
When I saw you that night
There was no where to run
I hadn't thought before
That you were the one
But now looking at you
On the Eve's night
You're dark eyes sparkling
In the dim candle light
No one understands now
How I feel for you
They can only laugh
But I know it's true
True what they say
About you and I
That we'll never be together
And at that I still cry
But my hope is still with me
And you're still my friend
But something's different about you
Maybe we will be together
In the end
~*.*~
"Woah," muttered Jamie. Melody jerked her head around, suddenly realizing what she had just let her sister read. "That's great!"
"Uh, um," stuttered Melody "Thanks Jame, uh huh...."
"JAMIE!" came their brother, Chip's, voice from down the hall. Jamie scramble out the room to see what Chip wanted.
"That could have been real disaster," breathed Melody, as she flopped back down onto her pillow.
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Melody ran through the doorways the next morning, trying to make it to wrapping before someone blew up the brand new toys. Her pack flopped on her back. She kept some tools in that pack, just in case. Besides, if everything was going fine, she would sometimes write.
As she ran, several things fell out of her pack. She bent down to pick them up, and when she stood back up, she found herself staring right into Bernard's eyes. He drew back a bit and looked down at the floor.
"Um, sorry," he muttered.
"That's OK," laughed Melody "Um, gotta jet, before Wrapping explodes."
"Good idea," laughed Bernard. As Melody turned around and ran off down the hallway, he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. When he looked back up to yell after Melody, she had already turned the corner.
He looked down at the poem scrawled across the paper. His eyes widened as he read. It sounded strangely familiar, but coming from Melody surprised him. He smiled as he was reminded of that eventful Christmas Eve.
"And that is?" said Charlie from behind Bernard.
"Did you read that?" yelled Bernard, practically jumping out of his skin.
"Yeah, so?" said Charlie, giving Bernard a funny look "Did you write it?"
"N-no, no," stuttered Bernard "Erm, a friend did."
"That girl did."
"So?"
"You like her."
"What?!"
"That's about you and her,"
"What?! What are you talking about, Charlie, it's just a poem. I'm sure Melody writes a lot of poems."
"Like that?"
"Um, I dunno."
"You so like her! She likes you, too, I can tell!"
"Charlie, you're seventeen years old, and you're acting nine!"
"OK, fine. Don't believe me, but it's true."
"How do you know? You don't really know me, and you certainly don't know Melody."
"All right," said Charlie "Whatever you say."
Charlie felt Bernard's worried eyes on his back as he walked out the door, determined to find out anything and everything about this Melody girl.
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"Charlie, I completely and totally agree with you."
"Really?" said Charlie "Wow, Jey. I suppose that makes you the first person. No one else really likes Melody."
"I know," said Jessica "It's sad, because she's a really sweet person."
"So, you think Bernard likes her?"
"I think they're madly in love with each other, buddy."
"Excellent! All right, then, I want to know everything you can tell me about Melody."
"Well," Jessica began "Her nick name is Mel. She thinks different than others. She's very poetic and artistic. Um, did you notice the way she dressed?"
"Yeah, kind of grungy."
"Exactly. That's why most of the other elves aren't very fond of her. Your father is the first Santa that she felt really cared."
"Really? That's so, well, wow."
"You mean it's sad. Yes, it's very sad. She still holds a lot of elven pride, though. She's very happy with who she is. She's comfortable in her own skin. Some people just need to realize these kind of things. Erm, she's definitely NOT a leader. She's a real follower, she bends to peoples whims, and she is quite gullible. But if she's set on something, she'll do it. I suppose that's how she got in charge of Wrapping. If she believes something, she sticks right to it! And, that's all I can think of to tell you."
"Great! I think this might help!"
"Are you playing detective, buddy?"
"Yes, I am. I am very determined to get these two together."
"So you're playing math maker?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Because if they don't get together, they're gonna be miserable for the rest of their lives. You can't be miserable forever! So, I'm gonna make them all better!" He smiled a little childish smile.
"Whatever!" laughed Jessica "Good luck with it!"
"Thank you, Jey, for your support."
"Any time you need my help, buddy, I want them together too."
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All right, I noticed that I've been really slow with my disclaimers. In fact, I forgot them. :/ Oops. Well, then, here it is! Disclaimer: If you thought I owned any of the original SC characters, YOU'RE INSANE! I SO WISH I OWNED THEM! I WANT TO OWN BERNARD! Oh well, whatever. I also do not own the song "My Heart is Lost to You", Brooks and Dunn own that. The line "calm your long ears" isn't even mine! I suppose it either belongs to Wignut Production Studios, Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh, or that other LOTR worker that I forgot her name. Or his name, I'm just really confused. Um, I did write that poem! I own Mel and her friends. Um, do I really own them? Am I confusing you now? I'm confusing myself. I own nothing, how 'bout that?
Cool words: Epople, Graphnooglapoo, Toto (I don't think we're in Kansas anymore), Giksnot (Thanks Jey!). Facts: Eating poisonous foods is NOT healthy. Blenders make good weapons.
Chapter Three: Charlie: The Nine-Year-Old Detective
The next day Bernard showed up in the middle of the Miller's living room, quite to the surprise of Neil. Once Laura gave the OK, Charlie was ready for a few days up at the Pole.
Charlie was so happy to be back, Bernard didn't see him the rest of the day. He supposed he was getting himself reacquainted with the place. All day Bernard sat in the Workshop drinking cocoa and talking to Larry. He and Jessica had gotten together, and Bernard wanted someone to make fun of.
"Shut up!" yelled Larry "You're acting like Katie. Just Blah blah blah blah, always making fun."
"Always!" laughed Bernard "Try the first time! I don't usually make fun of people."
"Yeah, you've gone a little insane lately. You know you have to tell me what's wrong."
"No I don't." Said Bernard, giving one of his famous I-don't-have-to-and- I'm-not-going-to looks.
"OK, fine. I won't ask."
"Good, because I won't tell."
"Bernard!" came Charlie's voice from down the hall "Something's wrong with the sleigh. I think Quinton and I can fix it, though."
"So that's where you've been."
"Yeah, I just thought you should know."
"Thank you for telling me, it's a good thing to know. Should I go look at it?"
"No, I'd rather just do this with Quinton. Danielle is helping, too. We can do it, I just needed your permission to do it alone."
"All right. Go on, fix it, I'll stay to myself."
"Charlie?" said Larry "Is that you?"
"Larry!" said Charlie "I haven't seen you since I was eight years old! Come on, wanna come help us fix the sleigh?"
"Yeah!" said Larry. He jumped up and followed Charlie down the hall. "Bye Bernard."
"OK, so now what do I do?" muttered Bernard, standing up and heading out the door. He stepped out into the snow and took a moment to think about everything he had here. It was beautiful, there were so many cheery people walking about, and nothing could make him feel bad here anymore. Everything was almost perfect. Only a few things more were needed to make a perfect life, and he wasn't quite sure if he could get those. But he was still happy, none the less, and nothing was going to ruin his day.
So he stepped down the stairs, and set out for a nice long walk.
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"IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP RIGHT NOW, I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"
"Sorry, Mel!" laughed Holly "This is just so darn fun!"
"Stop it, you terds!" yelled Jessica "She doesn't deserve this! Bernard is a sweet, good natured, elf! They could seriously be together!"
"Oh, please don't, Jey, I don't want to think of not being with him." Said Melody, hanging her head. She got up and walked toward her home, planning on locking herself in her room and writing another poem.
"Oh, but-" Jessica tried "Oh, great!"
Holly laughed so hard that Jessica pushed her off the bench.
"Oh, dear," said Larry, stepping over the still laughing Holly "This isn't at all good."
"Nope," whispered Jessica, watching her best friend walk home, knowing that she was crying, tears or not.
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Maybe it was the moonlight
The scent of you on the breeze
Maybe it was your shadow
Fell over me
Such a beautiful stranger
Eyes darker than coal
Your first look crossed the desert
Into my soul
My heart is lost to you
You have captured my love completely
My heart is lost to you
~*.*~
Melody thought over the words to a song that she had heard from humanity. She remembered only those few words, her mind not being very good at this type of thing.
She didn't want to read the poem that she had just written, but the song wasn't helping much either.
"Oh, screw it!" she yelled, flopping down onto her bed. Her sister, Jamie, walked in, noticed her lying on the bed, and asked what she was doing.
"Just writing another poem," Melody muttered into her pillow.
"Can I read it?" inquired Jamie.
"Whatever."
Jamie picked up the poem and read. She was shocked. This was not the usual nature of Melody's works.
~*.*~
When I saw you that night
There was no where to run
I hadn't thought before
That you were the one
But now looking at you
On the Eve's night
You're dark eyes sparkling
In the dim candle light
No one understands now
How I feel for you
They can only laugh
But I know it's true
True what they say
About you and I
That we'll never be together
And at that I still cry
But my hope is still with me
And you're still my friend
But something's different about you
Maybe we will be together
In the end
~*.*~
"Woah," muttered Jamie. Melody jerked her head around, suddenly realizing what she had just let her sister read. "That's great!"
"Uh, um," stuttered Melody "Thanks Jame, uh huh...."
"JAMIE!" came their brother, Chip's, voice from down the hall. Jamie scramble out the room to see what Chip wanted.
"That could have been real disaster," breathed Melody, as she flopped back down onto her pillow.
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Melody ran through the doorways the next morning, trying to make it to wrapping before someone blew up the brand new toys. Her pack flopped on her back. She kept some tools in that pack, just in case. Besides, if everything was going fine, she would sometimes write.
As she ran, several things fell out of her pack. She bent down to pick them up, and when she stood back up, she found herself staring right into Bernard's eyes. He drew back a bit and looked down at the floor.
"Um, sorry," he muttered.
"That's OK," laughed Melody "Um, gotta jet, before Wrapping explodes."
"Good idea," laughed Bernard. As Melody turned around and ran off down the hallway, he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. When he looked back up to yell after Melody, she had already turned the corner.
He looked down at the poem scrawled across the paper. His eyes widened as he read. It sounded strangely familiar, but coming from Melody surprised him. He smiled as he was reminded of that eventful Christmas Eve.
"And that is?" said Charlie from behind Bernard.
"Did you read that?" yelled Bernard, practically jumping out of his skin.
"Yeah, so?" said Charlie, giving Bernard a funny look "Did you write it?"
"N-no, no," stuttered Bernard "Erm, a friend did."
"That girl did."
"So?"
"You like her."
"What?!"
"That's about you and her,"
"What?! What are you talking about, Charlie, it's just a poem. I'm sure Melody writes a lot of poems."
"Like that?"
"Um, I dunno."
"You so like her! She likes you, too, I can tell!"
"Charlie, you're seventeen years old, and you're acting nine!"
"OK, fine. Don't believe me, but it's true."
"How do you know? You don't really know me, and you certainly don't know Melody."
"All right," said Charlie "Whatever you say."
Charlie felt Bernard's worried eyes on his back as he walked out the door, determined to find out anything and everything about this Melody girl.
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"Charlie, I completely and totally agree with you."
"Really?" said Charlie "Wow, Jey. I suppose that makes you the first person. No one else really likes Melody."
"I know," said Jessica "It's sad, because she's a really sweet person."
"So, you think Bernard likes her?"
"I think they're madly in love with each other, buddy."
"Excellent! All right, then, I want to know everything you can tell me about Melody."
"Well," Jessica began "Her nick name is Mel. She thinks different than others. She's very poetic and artistic. Um, did you notice the way she dressed?"
"Yeah, kind of grungy."
"Exactly. That's why most of the other elves aren't very fond of her. Your father is the first Santa that she felt really cared."
"Really? That's so, well, wow."
"You mean it's sad. Yes, it's very sad. She still holds a lot of elven pride, though. She's very happy with who she is. She's comfortable in her own skin. Some people just need to realize these kind of things. Erm, she's definitely NOT a leader. She's a real follower, she bends to peoples whims, and she is quite gullible. But if she's set on something, she'll do it. I suppose that's how she got in charge of Wrapping. If she believes something, she sticks right to it! And, that's all I can think of to tell you."
"Great! I think this might help!"
"Are you playing detective, buddy?"
"Yes, I am. I am very determined to get these two together."
"So you're playing math maker?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Because if they don't get together, they're gonna be miserable for the rest of their lives. You can't be miserable forever! So, I'm gonna make them all better!" He smiled a little childish smile.
"Whatever!" laughed Jessica "Good luck with it!"
"Thank you, Jey, for your support."
"Any time you need my help, buddy, I want them together too."
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All right, I noticed that I've been really slow with my disclaimers. In fact, I forgot them. :/ Oops. Well, then, here it is! Disclaimer: If you thought I owned any of the original SC characters, YOU'RE INSANE! I SO WISH I OWNED THEM! I WANT TO OWN BERNARD! Oh well, whatever. I also do not own the song "My Heart is Lost to You", Brooks and Dunn own that. The line "calm your long ears" isn't even mine! I suppose it either belongs to Wignut Production Studios, Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh, or that other LOTR worker that I forgot her name. Or his name, I'm just really confused. Um, I did write that poem! I own Mel and her friends. Um, do I really own them? Am I confusing you now? I'm confusing myself. I own nothing, how 'bout that?
Cool words: Epople, Graphnooglapoo, Toto (I don't think we're in Kansas anymore), Giksnot (Thanks Jey!). Facts: Eating poisonous foods is NOT healthy. Blenders make good weapons.