A/N: Alright, here is the second and final chapter of this little two-shot. I hope you all enjoy it, and please feel free to leave a review. Thank you to Fox Teen and aggiefrogger for the reviews on the last chapter.Thank you, and Merry Christmas!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sing or any of the characters, Illumination does.

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"Johnny!"

Johnny had just finished hanging his stocking when his father came in, a big grin on his face.

"Someone's 'ere ta see you!" he said before turning to the doorway and nodding toward Johnny at whomever was entering.

Johnny's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as a gorilla, shorter and rounder than his father, clad in a long, forest green robe with furry white trimming and a holly wreath on his head, strode in.

"Father Christmas!" the infant squealed.

"Hello there, Johnny," Father Christmas smiled from behind his beard. "Now, have-"

"Wait a minute," Johnny's smile flickered. "You're a gorilla...like me...But in my storybooks, you're always shown as a polar bear. How come you're a gorilla now?"

"Um..." Father Christmas flinched for a moment before saying "I...I can change form and I thought it would make you a bit more comfortable since you're a gorilla."

"Oh," Johnny's nodded, satisfied with the answer, and his smile returned. "I told Dad I wanted to meet you. We don't 'ave a chimney though, how'd you get in?"

"Your dad let me in," Father Christmas answered before taking a seat and patting his lap. "Now, have you been a good boy this year?"

Johnny nodded eagerly and climbed up.

"So, you want somethin' very special this year?" Father Christmas had a knowing look on his face, what little bit Johnny could see.

"Real special," the boy's demeanor turned sad and he looked down at his hands shyly. "It's somethin' for me and my dad."

"Well, tell me what it is."

Unbeknownst to little Johnny, Marcus was waiting on the other side of the doorway. Barry would have told him, but he wasn't the sharpest blade in the drawer either, so better safe than sorry.

'Alright, Johnny let's hear it,' he anticipated inwardly. Whatever it was, he was determined to see that Johnny found it under their tree come Christmas morning. This last year had been so hard especially after Megan died, if there was any way to fix it...

"Um...well..." Johnny chewed his lip before looking up hesitantly. "You can give just about anything to someone, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose I could," Father Christmas answered. "Now come on, kid. I can't give you something unless you ask me for it."

"Well, I'd...Father Christmas, could you bring my mum back?"

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Barry felt the air rush from his lungs as though someone had punched him in the gut.

Had Johnny just said what he thought he did?

"Your uh...your mum?" he tried to keep his Father Christmas voice steady. "What do you mean?"

"My mum..." Johnny's cheerfulness evaporated completely. "She..she died a few months back. And I really miss her. So does Dad. Dad acts like it doesn't bother 'im that much, but I can tell it does. And I was hopin'...maybe you could bring her back?"

Barry hesitated as he chose his next words.

"Johnny...I...I'm sorry, but there's some things even I can't do...I can't bring the dead back. If I could...I know you loved your mum very much and trust me, if I could I'd do this in a minute. But I can't."

"You can't?" Johnny's eyes grew misty. "But...I thought you could give anything..."

"I can't give that," Barry almost dropped the voice.

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Marcus felt his chest tighten as he heard Johnny's words.

The infant had asked for a gift no one could give him. But it wasn't a surprise. Johnny had adored his mother and vice-versa.

Marcus understood why his son wanted her back so badly. He himself would have given anything to have Megan back again.

He could hear Barry starting to mess up his words. But then, he heard something else. Something that stunned him further.

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"Johnny, I'm gonna tell you something."

Johnny wiped his eyes as he looked up at Father Christmas.

"Yeah?"

Father Christmas wrapped an arm around Johnny's shoulders.

"Your mum may be gone, but you still 'ave a parent left," he gave the toddler's shoulder a soft squeeze. "You got your dad. There's some kids out there who don't have mums or dads. Some don't even have a home."

Johnny thought for a moment, and he nodded.

"I guess you're right," he said. "I still miss Mum though."

"You're always gonna miss 'er," Father Christmas said. "But you can still remember the good times you had with her. She wouldn't want you to be sad when you think of her."

"She always liked makin' us happy," Johnny said with a smile. "She used to even be able to get Dad not to be so mad all the time."

"Oh, I know that for a fact," Father Christmas piped up suddenly.

"Whaddya mean?" Johnny asked, confused. He became even more so when Father Christmas glanced at the doorway before looking back at the child on his lap.

"I uh...well, I um know how your dad was when 'e was your age," Father Christmas smiled, but there was something off about it. Almost like he was nervous.

"Right then. So, you've got memories of your mum, and you still got your dad. He may be a bit rough 'round the edges, but he loves you. I hope you know that."

"Yeah, I do," Johnny was grinning again now. "Dad actually got time off work so we can go do things together. And he got you 'ere so I could meet you. He's a real good dad."

"He is. Well, I've gotta be goin' soon, lot of things left to do before Christmas," Father Christmas set Johnny back down and stood up. "Is there anything else you want this year? Somethin' I can actually give you?"

Johnny thought for a moment.

"Some toy cars," he answered. "And could one of them be a black truck like what my dad has?"

Father Christmas chuckled.

"I'll see what I can do, kid," he said, ruffling the fur on Johnny's head. "You be good now, alright?"

"Yes, sir!" Johnny threw his arms around the larger gorilla's waist and laid his head against his stomach. "Happy Christmas, Father Christmas."

"Happy Christmas, Johnny. Now, run along."

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Right as Johnny scampered off to his room, Marcus came out from behind the doorway.

"You 'eard that then?" Barry asked, making sure Johnny was gone before he took off the beard, wreath, and robe.

"All of it," Marcus nodded. "You handled that pretty well. Better than I expected. Heh. I almost believed you meant that. About me."

"I did," Barry shrugged. "I mean whatever else could be said about you, you're good with your kid. Better than our dad was."

Marcus actually smiled slightly before glowering.

"You ever repeat this-"

"I ain't saying nothin'," Barry said quickly, raising his hands defensively. "If I did, who would listen to me anyway?"

"Good point. Alright, well you can go."

Barry nodded and headed for the front door.

"Besides," he turned back as he opened the door. "I don't have to repeat it. Stan already knows too."

"BARRY!"

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And that wraps up chapter 2 of Johnny's Christmas Wish. I hope you all enjoyed it, and have a very Merry Christmas. And I will appreciate any and all reviews if you choose to leave one.

Merry Christmas!