Summary: This is a Santa Clause 2 fanfic. Erin's heart has been shattered by the deaths of most of the people she loves a year prior to the events in this story. She believes anyone she loves will get hurt so she refuses to show any feelings of affection, developing a case of the melancholies. It's time for someone to supply her with the best kind of medicine, which isn't laughter. Bernard/OC
Disclaimer: I don't own SC2. Disney does. So there! I only own Erin, who's based on me, by the way -.
Notes: Since I don't think the movies ever say where Charlie and his family live, I've put them in New York. Scott and Santa are the same person. I might include some song lyrics in latter chapters. I based the title on the saying laughter is the best medicine. Big thanks to my friend Dom'sgurl, my homeskillet. 'Words ' thought, " Words " speech, Words song lyrics, " Words " more than one person speaking, Words emphasis
Chapter 6: Goodbye, Mr. C.!
"I myself think he looks absolutely terrific! Better, andmore confidentthan he's been in years. There's now a more supple venire to his skin and an added luster to the thickness of his hair. You could almost say there's a…a toy like quality to him." Bernard was smiling as he told the elves this, but it was fake and strained. He'd sort of been right when he'd said they weren't going to lie to the elves. All Erin had to do was act like he was Santa and that she'd known him most of her life. He was the one who had to verbally lie to the elves.
"Most importantly, he's very happy with his new look, so I would caution you all not to point or stare or use the word 'plastic'. Okay? Okay. Thank you. Back to work." Once he knew no one was looking, the smile quickly turned into a frown. He began to head for the stables. Erin, who had been in the shadows trying not to laugh at his lame speech, followed him. "Wow, Bernard, you were terrific back there. No one could tell that you were actually lieing through your teeth. You're one smooth talker, you are, you are."
You would have to have been deaf and stupid to not notice the sarcasm dripping from her words. "Spare me your idiotic and juvenile comments, Erin." She giggled. "Oo, Ickle Bernardikins can use big words. I'm impressed. Why didn't you use words like that in your speech, Einstein?" He cringed at the nickname before replying. "My speech was just fine." "Oh, sure, if you were speaking to people with an I.Q. of -10. Come on, Bernard, who uses phrases like 'there's a toy like quality to him' nowadays, huh?"
They reached Santa before Bernard could say something he knew he would end up regretting. Besides, it was all in fun. He walked over to Santa and Comet while Erin waited for her turn to say goodbye. "Before you go, take a look at your watch." "Wow, Bernard, thanks." "You like it?" "It's great. I love all the little burnished stuff." "I've added a power reserve that shows how much magic you have left. It's at 10 now." Santa began putting the watch on his wrist. "That should be enough."
"But if at any time you use magic, the level drops. Santa, if it gets to 0, you can't come back." Santa motioned for Bernard to lean forward, as if he were about to tell him a secret. "Then let's not let it get to 0." Santa laughed while Bernard merely half grinned. "Now," Bernard placed his hands on Santa's shoulders as he spoke. "What's the most important thing?" "For you not to touch Santa?" Bernard quickly removed his hands while Erin tried desperately not to laugh. "No, for you to come back!" That's when Erin decided it was her turn. She walked up to him and gave him a huge hug. "See you later then, huh Erin?" "You bet. Tell Charlie to write often." "I will."
He then proceeded to talk to Comet. "Come on, Comet. It's not like we're pulling the sleigh. There's no packages, it's just one stop,oh, and I forgot to mention, we'regonna gosee Charlie." That did it. Comet took off faster than the Roadrunner. Bernard and Erin stood there watching him leave. "Well, I promised I'd meet Abbie and Judy today for some cocoa. See ya Bernard." Before she could get away, he threw a question at her. "How can you be so happy? Do you realize that if he doesn't find a wife, you can't stay here anymore? You won't have anywhere to go." She stopped and just stood there, not saying anything. He was about to walk away when she began to softly whisper.
"Nathan always said that when he got out of the army he'd build us a house by the ocean because no matter how bad any of our days had been, we always cooled off and had fun at the beach. I can still hear the sound of the pounding surf. I can't wait to go back. It'll be great. You, Curtis, Abbie, and Judy can come stay there, too, if you want. I'm sure you'll love it." He noticed that the entire time she'd been speaking she had this wistful look; like she was remembering things she'd forgotten since the accident.
He was about to tell her they'd be delighted when, as suddenly as it'd happened, the look disappeared, replaced by her usual smile. "Well, bye." And with that, she dashed off to meet the girls. Bernard just stood there, thinking about the change he'd just seen in her. One minute she was happy-go-lucky girl, the next she looked as if she'd never be happy again, and then back to happy girl. He knew the only answers would come from Erin herself, but would she reveal them? 'Why do you keep these secrets, Erin? They'll only end up destroying you inside.' He went to check on Curtis and Toy Santa, these thoughts never leaving his mind.
Me: Kononichwa! Hey-hey-hoo! I'm not dead yet! The creepy evil men put up a good fight, but I won!
(Points to 3 evil men tied up over a very deep pool)
Evil Man #1: Just you wait!
Evil Man #2: You may have won the battle, but the war is far from over!
Evil Man #3: We have not yet begun to fight!
Me: (dunks them into the pool)
Silence, foul beings. Now, where ever did Dom'sgurl go to?
Dom'sgurl: Here I am! Look who I managed to snag along the way!
Dracula: How did I get here?
Me: (Squeals with joy)
YAY! DRACKIE!
Dracula: Drackie?
Dom'sgurl: Yes, now if you beg the readers to review and they actually review, she'll let go of you and stop calling you Drackie.
Dracula: Help me. Please review.
Jay: Welcome to my world. But at least my nicknames better.
Dom'sgurl: Of course it is Bluejay. Or Jaybird. Or Carpet.
Dracula: Carpet?
Jay: Don't ask. Anyway, review or you're not our homeskillets.
Dracula: Homeskillets?
Jay; Shut up.
Me: Speaking of reviews, WHY HASEN'T ANYONEBEEN REVIEWING!
Dracula: Ow.
Evil Man #1: They hate your story!
Evil Man #2: Yeah!
Evil Man #3: Dom'sgurl didn't even review!
Me: SHUT UP! (Dunks them into the pool for a long time)