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Chapter 2:
3 days 'till Christmas
Bernard glared at the doors of his prison. Their cheerful colors mocked him. They held many memories, good and bad. He drifted off into an uneasy sleep, thinking of the doors.
Hours later, he bolted awake, sweating and panting. He pulled of his beret, ran a hand through his curls, and sighed. "It was just a dream," he whispered, "only a dream."
"What's only a dream?" a female voice behind him asked.
Bernard screamed, stumbling back. "Marie?" he asked.
"And Lucas," she said, unfolding a bundle in her lap.
"I don't remember you having a brother."
"He's my son," she said proudly.
"Your son? But you're only my age!"
"He looks so much like Joey," she sighed, Ignoring Bernard.
"Joey? You trusted Joey like that?" he asked, exasperated.
Marie blushed, pulling a strand of amber hair out of her face. "So I've made some mistakes," she answered.
"You have a son!" he cried.
She glared at him with her dark green eyes. "And?"
Bernard took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was such a touchy subject. I didn't mean to offend you or Lucas. All I want to know is where Joey is now."
"You know those south pole elves," she said, a distant look in her eyes, "they can't stay in one place if their very existence depended on it."
Bernard laughed darkly. "You know, my parents were South Pole elves," he said.
Marie started. "South Pole elves?" she stuttered, "but that would make you one, too! No wonder you're so tall! Well, I never thought-"
"Drop it," he said, glaring.
"Sorry, I didn't know it was such a touchy subject."
Bernard turned the other way. 'Of all the elves to get stuck with,' he thought, 'I get stuck with Marie.' He heard her walk over to the couch, cradling Lucas. Bernard turned around to see Lucas yawn.
"You're tired, aren't you?" she cooed. She hummed softly, and then started to sing. "Calm down, my moonbeam, sleep well tonight. I'll be wishing my love to you."
Bernard squeezed his eyes shut. He remembered when his mother sung that song to him. He whispered the second verse quietly, then, unable to control himself, joined Marie in the third. "Hang tight, my child, and close your eyes, hang tight, my child, you'll reach the skies. I'll be wishing my love to you."
"Oh," Marie gasped, "I didn't know you knew that song."
"It's a traditional South Pole lullaby," he whispered, "My mother used to sing it to me." He looked at the doors, cursing himself. His cabin fever had caused him to tell something personal. No other elf knew he was of South Pole decent. "It is a rather silly song, isn't it?" he said, breaking the silence.
"Shh," she whispered, pointing to the sleeping bundle in her arms, "And yes, I agree." She smiled at him reassuringly.
A/N: thanks Sanely Challenged, Ashley, and Anonymous for reviewing!
Chapter 2:
3 days 'till Christmas
Bernard glared at the doors of his prison. Their cheerful colors mocked him. They held many memories, good and bad. He drifted off into an uneasy sleep, thinking of the doors.
Hours later, he bolted awake, sweating and panting. He pulled of his beret, ran a hand through his curls, and sighed. "It was just a dream," he whispered, "only a dream."
"What's only a dream?" a female voice behind him asked.
Bernard screamed, stumbling back. "Marie?" he asked.
"And Lucas," she said, unfolding a bundle in her lap.
"I don't remember you having a brother."
"He's my son," she said proudly.
"Your son? But you're only my age!"
"He looks so much like Joey," she sighed, Ignoring Bernard.
"Joey? You trusted Joey like that?" he asked, exasperated.
Marie blushed, pulling a strand of amber hair out of her face. "So I've made some mistakes," she answered.
"You have a son!" he cried.
She glared at him with her dark green eyes. "And?"
Bernard took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was such a touchy subject. I didn't mean to offend you or Lucas. All I want to know is where Joey is now."
"You know those south pole elves," she said, a distant look in her eyes, "they can't stay in one place if their very existence depended on it."
Bernard laughed darkly. "You know, my parents were South Pole elves," he said.
Marie started. "South Pole elves?" she stuttered, "but that would make you one, too! No wonder you're so tall! Well, I never thought-"
"Drop it," he said, glaring.
"Sorry, I didn't know it was such a touchy subject."
Bernard turned the other way. 'Of all the elves to get stuck with,' he thought, 'I get stuck with Marie.' He heard her walk over to the couch, cradling Lucas. Bernard turned around to see Lucas yawn.
"You're tired, aren't you?" she cooed. She hummed softly, and then started to sing. "Calm down, my moonbeam, sleep well tonight. I'll be wishing my love to you."
Bernard squeezed his eyes shut. He remembered when his mother sung that song to him. He whispered the second verse quietly, then, unable to control himself, joined Marie in the third. "Hang tight, my child, and close your eyes, hang tight, my child, you'll reach the skies. I'll be wishing my love to you."
"Oh," Marie gasped, "I didn't know you knew that song."
"It's a traditional South Pole lullaby," he whispered, "My mother used to sing it to me." He looked at the doors, cursing himself. His cabin fever had caused him to tell something personal. No other elf knew he was of South Pole decent. "It is a rather silly song, isn't it?" he said, breaking the silence.
"Shh," she whispered, pointing to the sleeping bundle in her arms, "And yes, I agree." She smiled at him reassuringly.
A/N: thanks Sanely Challenged, Ashley, and Anonymous for reviewing!