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Here's my Take Three! Or is it Four? I've messed with my other story "Reindeer to the Rescue", from edits to deletes and redo tries...I'm not satisfied with it, and can't make myself fix it at this point so let's try this!

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Chapter Two

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"…Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"

Jumping a bit at the sudden influx of noise, Carol blinked heavily while a couple of the gathered elves applauded and cheered. Scott laughed over the radio, soothing the reindeer team in the same breath.

"Alright guys, Maria-we still in the clear?"

"Smooth sailing Santa, what's your ETA?"

"…About twenty minutes…ish…Quentin make a note to check this odometer would ya? I don't think it's lining upright, I'm guessing when the sleigh clipped that chimney it rattled the circuit board harder than we thought."

"Copy that, she holding up okay?"

"Doing great, I just have a hunch that the dials are out of sync. I'll give a shout once within range of the Circle so Larry can get the crew woken up."

Smirking, the stable elf called out an agreement before running off, dashing off to the stables to ensure everything was ready to go the second the team landed.

Carol remained silent while Scott went over final details with Maria for the homebound stretch and conferring with Joey for the E.L.F.S. leader to just go to bed already. The squad member had been dozing off for over an hour now and legitimately zombie-walked to the dorms once ensuring he wasn't needed. Bernard was the one who confirmed that, stating Santa was too close to the Pole for the squad to be of any use anyway in the frigid northern air, the Head Elf would take care of any last minute difficulties should they arise.

While three of the gathered monitoring team left, either to bed or start arrival preparations, Quentin was much like Carol and wasn't moving. The R&D elf was making notes on a tablet, fussing with computer data to double check his list of priorities for the sleigh and gear. As for the Head Elf, Carol watched as Bernard slumped further into the desk chair that he'd claimed over twenty-five hours ago, rarely moving unless necessary as he remained on watch.

If it weren't for Carol, he might not have eaten the entire time, but a silent argument had taken place at least twice to ensure the elf was going to eat to keep going through the long hours. It was plainly obvious the Head Elf was devoted to his job, any little bump Scott had to deal with, Bernard was ready with assistance in an instant.

Only once, did Scott say something, somewhere in France if Carol remembered correctly, a poodle had found Santa and in his own stress of the last couple days, Scott couldn't for the life of him pronounce "be quiet" in French. Bernard had supplied the proper dog command without asking, earning a grumble from Scott until he was back in the sleigh and had teased the elf about hovering.

Bernard had snapped back, voice tight and sharp, and insulted Scott on his inability to remember basic words in foreign languages,

Instead of getting upset at the attitude, or even the response, Scott had turned around and periodically asked more questions to the Head Elf to keep him talking. The answers faded from frustration to annoyance and finally to the smooth even keel that had remained the rest of the night. It wasn't until the sleigh reached the North American continent did Carol get a better explanation, her phone buzzing with an incoming text now that Scott had American cell towers to ping off.

Quentin had quickly seen it and laughed, stating he'd reprogram her phone to accept anything and everything.

While the message had come a bit late due to the international signals not quite meshing with the Pole, Carol had relaxed a bit and understood.

From: Scott C.

Bernard's worried, he won't snap at you, he just doesn't like it when I go off the rails.

Figured his temper was reaching boiling point.

If you need to, ask Judy for sandwiches, Bernard tends to forget to eat pretty much all of December until Christmas is over with.

I'm not actually that clueless with the Flight, easier to calm Bernard down if he's being useful, or at least thinks he is.

Sent to: Scott C. from Carol

We're all worried, and tired, but I'll keep that in mind. It's just you he's been sassing. Is that normal or just a Christmas thing?

From: Scott C.

That's a BERNARD thing

Carol had barely hidden in laugh at that, stifling it with a yawn and found herself meeting the Head Elf's concerned gaze. She waved off the look, tucking deeper into her corner of the couch and watching the computers.

Now, with Scott on the inbound route, Bernard's periodic assistance around the other elves working had turned into soft small talk between the Head Elf and his boss.

Though one side of the conversation was soft from barely being awake.

"Report will be on your desk, but Mother Nature got all the 'low-sulfur variety' coal out of the workshop, pretty much all cleaned up besides resetting for after New Year's."

"You do realize that could have waited a couple days."

Bernard shrugged unseen on Scott's end, though somehow his tone relayed the action in a way Carol could hear but not describe, "Most of the department heads were asking about clean up, no one was really happy with the state of the place and I figured it was better to let everyone clean up than to mull over it during Christmas break."

She did marvel at their easy going conversation, almost the complete opposite of what little she'd seen in person between them, and definitely nothing like the steadiness Bernard provided in counterpoint over the radio to Scott's enthusiasm. Without truly knowing, Carol could tell this was more than a work friendship, and that made her smile.

"All the tin soldiers shrunk and packed up?"

"Yep," Bernard yawned, tipping his head back and ignoring when his green beret slid off with the angle, "Packed up and locked up, Gina in R&D volunteered to look into the wiring to figure out just where the logic circuits went wrong with that. Told her to rethink that and get back to me in January."

Scott huffed over the radio, "I'm guessing the central hub isn't wired in correctly, the externalizing of the power source might have done it."

"Told Curtis to get it shut down and overhauled."

"Bet that went over well."

Instead of replying, Bernard's soft hum in response was almost too soft for the microphone to pick up on, Scott waited a few minutes for an actual reply before speaking up.

"C'mon Number One, almost home."

"Not asleep you curmudgeon." The elf growled out, but his eyes didn't actually open until the tracker beeped with Scott's close proximity.

Snorting loudly, Scott soothed the reindeer with a softer voice, much more relaxed now to calm them versus keep up their momentum all night, "And I don't like cookies! Coming in now Number One set-mark-five, see you in a flash."

"Copy that, dome's open." Bernard jerked upright and snatched up his hat, narrowly missing the stack of mugs piled near his feet on the desk as he stood.

Carol could almost hear his joints creak in protest, though she might have been imagining it in her exhausted state, her own limbs protested her movement to get off the couch. Bernard grinned when she immediately followed him, though she had to wonder just where he pulled the energy to walk fast and with confidence from the monitor station to the stables. As for Carol, she was mostly upright, but definitely dragging a bit. A bit of struggling math in her head, put the woman at having been awake for close to thirty hours straight.

A long winter's nap sounded amazing right about now.

Busy elves were scrambling back and forth across the antechamber of the stables when Carol and Bernard arrived. Most were double checking tool boxes of supplies around constantly glancing at the wide open doors and empty ramp. Some were spreading sand on the stone floor, leaving a thick layer to provide traction for cold hooves.

Larry jerked up from one of the stalls, "Bernard! Status?"

"Five!"

"Aw man! Okay guys, let's move!"

The activity level shot up in a flash, and Carol stared in wonder at the speedy efficiency.

It wasn't until another pair of elves, Larry one of them, dragged a heavy chain across the alleyway coming off the ramp, did Bernard have Carol pause in walking.

"Okay, I need you to listen to me for a minute," Bernard gestured to the chain, "You heard Scott say 'mark-five' right?"

"Yes."

The elf grimaced, "Nothing is wrong, but the reindeer are exhausted and not in a good mood, and mark-five is a rating on a scale one-to-ten to let the stables know what to get ready so there's not scrambling in the middle of a crisis."

Carol nodded, "Mark-five isn't very high."

"It's…" Bernard fought for the right word, "It's not good, could be better, and definitely worse. But I need to you stay here in the side alley until it's safe. They're coming in pretty fast and it's easier to handle the team and sleigh if you're experienced. I promise you, everything is fine, just give us a couple minutes before you go to Scott."

"Of course," Carol hid her reaction and Bernard's shock with her agreeing, that was definitely something for later, "Would you rather I wait until Scott's done completely? Or-"

Shaking his head, Bernard glanced over his shoulder when soft bells started to grow closer, "No, it's fine, just let the sleigh and team get to a complete stop first, don't want one of them balking around after all that."

Nodding again, Carol stepped into the alley between two reindeer stalls, tucking her hands inside her sleeves while she waited. With everyone's focus on a safe landing, Larry was the elf in command as he waved everyone into position at the first sight of the reindeer. Bernard and a couple others took positions by the chain set into a dip in the floor, all of them had slid on heavy leather gloves and were braced in wait.

While yesterday the harness bells had sounded merry and magical, now they were a bit off-key and toneless as the team thundered down the ramp and into the stables. The sleigh clanked down with a loud thud, the skids screeching a bit from heavy wear all night. In unison, the instant Dasher's off hoof was past the chain, the elves in wait yanked up.

Amidst Scott's loud calls for the reindeer to slow down, his voice dropping deeper for emphasis, a couple elves yelled as they were jerked on the chain, hauling back to apply counter pressure and help slow the sleigh down for the reindeer. Coming to a complete stop finally, having slid on the sand while the reindeer had skidded to a halt, the sleigh creaked in complaint at the rough handling, splattered with mud and snow up its sides. Bernard huffed loudly as he dropped his handle on the chain, waving off the others as well and ignoring the loud clanks as it collapsed to the floor.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa! Easy boys! Easy! There we go…easy now…Cupid, stop that! Jennifer, check that chest piece, I don't think it's gonna hold much longer." Scott was directing the elves with calm efficiency even before the sleigh had stopped, without a word between the two, Bernard had climbed up and was instantly helping, "Larry get Rachel out here to settle Comet, long ten hours for him in the back. Where's-oh hi there Tony, here's these-morning Billy."

The endless chatter made Carol smile, and she was content to watch as Santa and the elves stripped the sleigh of extras, anything that had come loose during the slight, and the reindeer being unhooked and lead away.

They drew her focus more after a few moments, the eight exhausted animals being lead to separate stalls by pairs or even trios of elves. Each were unharnessed quickly, given only a little water at first while they were checked over thoroughly and cleared; before being fed hearty meals and given plenty of fresh water. With step ladders at the ready, the elves went about grooming the sweat and grime from the thick pelts, cleaning every inch of the rich fur, antlers, and hooves. Most of the team was content, listing side to side in relaxation as they were pampered.

Wandering down the line, Carol paused when she found one reindeer with their head over the gate to see her.

"Why hello!"

Humming softly, a velvety nose brushed over Carol's hand, snorting in complaint when it was found to be empty.

Jennifer, according to her name tag, popped up next to the reindeer's head and passed over a peppermint, "Hi there Mrs. Claus! This is Donner, he's a mint thief. Donner, be nice."

Bobbing his head, the antlers swayed in almost perfect precision to pass right by Carol's head, and Donner snuffled up the treat before pressing his cheek into Carol's hand.

"He's so nice."

Jennifer giggled, "He knows who you are, they all do. I swear they're smarter than elves, or humans."

Carol had to laugh when Donner nodded in agreement, backing into his stall further to allow Jennifer to go back to brushing him down.

Seeing as Scott was still helping with Comet and the sleigh, Carol followed the sounds of loud complaints further into the stables, and found several elves trying to soothe a very unhappy reindeer.

Chet outright kicked the back wall by the time Carol arrived, a high-pitched whine sliding from the young one as he spun in the stall confines. The harness was still buckled on, a bit loose and uneven as the elves had tried to get him settled and the baby just wasn't having it.

This was over-exhaustion, and Chet wasn't able to calm down long enough to listen to familiar faces almost as tired as he was.

Before someone could get kicked, or stepped on, or bodily shoved by a chaotic reindeer, Carol jumped into action.

Her height gave the advantage to grab the halter on the tossing head, narrowly avoiding the antlers as she pulled Chet's head down from the crazy lift that would have pulled him into a full on rear. Tucking the baby's nose to her shoulder, her other arm wrapped around the back of Chet's head, giving her leverage when he pulled back and his antlers pushed against her arm.

Hushing or commanding obviously wasn't an option, not anymore.

She didn't even notice how many eyes had suddenly turned to watch, lowering her voice like she'd been taught ages ago at her riding stables.

"Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright

'round yon virgin, mother and child

Holy infant, so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace…

Sleep in heavenly peace,"

Almost before Carol could lock her frame, Chet slumped against her, having fought for barely half a second before relaxing at her soothing voice. A low moan shook the baby's exhausted body and Carol hummed in reply.

"It's okay baby…you're okay…I know, it's been a long night, huh?" Carol glanced around without moving the shoulder Chet's chin was on, catching both Scott's and Bernard's gaze as they stared at her in partial panic and awe.

Grumbling at her voice stopping, Chet shuddered before Carol could go back to petting his neck, humming in reassurance, "Hush little one, it's okay. Let's get that harness off shall we?"

Scott whispered orders quickly, jumping into the stall while Bernard joined another elf in rapidly stripping the leather and buckles from the reindeer. With three sets of hands working, and Carol humming the tune to Silent Night, Chet gave up on fighting them, standing with his head in Carol's arms and completely still while he was cleaned up and checked over. Carol didn't let go until Rachel, the veterinary elf, gave Chet a clean bill of health, minus exhaustion. Once everyone else moved, Carol stepped forward with gentle pressure on Chet's shoulder and head, guiding him back until fully in the stall.

She ducked out of the way just in time, Scott pulling her clear as Chet finally gave in and slumped down into the thick bed of straw.

"Larry, get a couple elves to rotate with Chet, I want someone with him for observation for the next few hours. That was way too much for him." Scott directed, nodding when Rachel piped up about more paperwork but otherwise he turned away from their chatter and set all those watching Carol's interference back to work, "Hello!"

"Hi!" Carol beamed, melting into Scott's arms finally and relishing the warmth and love in the embrace.

Scott pulled back long enough to kiss her before she leaned against his shoulder in exhaustion, "I honestly didn't expect you to stay awake all night."

"My husband is Santa Claus," Carol giggled a little, still in a bit of shock, "What else would I do on Christmas Eve and he's flying around the world?"

"What everyone else does?" Scott sounded confused, "Sleep?"

Shaking her head, Carol smiled at his incredulous expression, "That won't be me, I'll be awake and waiting until you get home safe each and every time."

Scott smiled widely, "Now that is a present all in itself," Wrapping an arm around her, Scott turned to find Bernard waiting, an empty velvet bag held out for Scott to take, "And another present, is a pillow. Number One, I think it's time for bed."

Something in how Scott said that made Carol think he was almost picking a fight with the Head Elf, as if teasing about their mutual lack of sleep, but instead of snarking back, Bernard visibly slumped while they all left.

"Not going to argue there Santa."

Scott actually paused, staring at the Head Elf briefly before sighing loudly, "Way too tired to start, glad to know you're actually going to listen to me this year."

"I do listen, just not on your timetable."

"Yes but when I've been up for two days, and you've been up for two days, both of us need sleep!"

"I'm an elf-"

"-and not human and can handle it-oh shove it."

Instead, Bernard hip checked Scott as he passed, stepping ahead of them to hold open the door. Carol smiled at their banter, content to lean into Scott's side while the pair tried to one up the other about past homecomings and Bernard's apparent lack of consideration for his own health during the holidays.

Arriving at the Santa Suite, Bernard took back the velvet bag while Scott shed the thick red coat, sighing in relief once it was free. In a well-practiced swap, the bag was passed back while the elf took the coat, hat, belt, and used his own feet to kick Scott's boots forward and stepped away to care for the suit.

Turning to his new wife, Scott grinned softly, "How are you doing? Little much?"

Carol snorted, "No…well," She yawned, "Maybe a little, I feel almost a bit out of place, but then again it's been a long day, and I just got married to Santa Claus."

"Scott Calvin," He smirked, "There's two sides to this, and yeah, it's a huge shock, should have seen my first night-"

"Ha!" Bernard's shout echoed from the closet, earning an eye roll from Scott.

"And no comments from the peanut gallery!"

"Oh wow, how far back did you have to remember that one?" The sarcasm was so thick, Carol gave up and just laughed at the two men, snickering into her hand when Bernard reappeared from the closet with the suit bundled in a clothing bag for transport.

Scott snorted, "Really want to play the age card? That's where we're going with this?"

"It was that or your nonexistent sanity."

"Hey!"

"You asked Santa." Bernard yanked on the black boots, ignoring the soot stains appearing on his hands as he rapidly undid the laces before shoving the footwear into another bag, "Why is there paint on these?"

"Home remodel, why are you wearing my sweater?"

Without missing a beat, the elf replied in complete absent-mindedness, not seeing Scott turn to go get changed and ready for bed, "Blame Mrs. Claus. Messed up my other one just before Flight time."

Bernard also didn't see Scott's gaze lock across the room.

"What's that doing…Number one what-" Scott jerked away, velvet bag tossed to the desk in his hurry.

"…And besides, there's like fifty of these things in that closet, how would you even notice I had one-"

"Bernard."

Carol bit her lip at the cut off, Scott's tone dropping when it called from the bathroom, while she'd meant to explain, exhaustion had made it slip from her mind and apparently the Head Elf's as he didn't pay attention until his name was called out in full seriousness.

Glancing over from packing up the suit, Bernard's face dropped when Scott held up the trashcan from the bathroom.

"What the hell happened?"

"It's not-"

"Scott-"

He almost dropped the can down in his urgency, "Carol are you okay?"

She grimaced, but nodded, "I'm fine, it wasn't me."

"Then-" Scott's entire being changed, the realization crossing his face with utter defeat when Bernard stood up and crossed his arms to keep them away.

"What happened-"

"Look, Santa-"

"Bernard!"

Wincing, the elf stepped forward, pulling Scott's gaze away from his damaged chair and the evidence in the bathroom. Sighing heavily, Bernard bunched up one of the sweater sleeves to reveal the white gauze, his face grim while Scott hesitantly took his wrist.

"Curtis said it was house arrest…"

"He…" Bernard sighed, swallowing a yawn and swaying on his feet, "Not entirely accurate, I got locked up in here since it was secure and no one would dare go looking. Tied to a chair and left here. Got rope burns while struggling."

"Holy crap Number One…" Scott gingerly pulled Bernard's sleeve back down, "I…are you alright?"

Carol almost expected a simple 'yes' or 'fine', instead the Head Elf rubbed at his eyes in exhaustion, before shaking his head a little.

"No…I'm tired, I'm sore, and my head is killing me. Gonna get the suit down to be cleaned and then-"

"Yeah that's not happening." Scott stepped around the elf to the couch, yanking on the abundance of festive throw pillows to send them thunking onto the plush carpet.

"Santa, I-"

"You are going to sleep. Here, now."

"I am not sleeping on your couch-"

Scott spun around, the fire in his eyes a burning protectiveness Carol had seen in rare moments when she'd overstepped with Charlie. This wasn't truly fatherly, but the need to ensure one's wellbeing was strong.

"Yes, you are. Pretty sure you won't even make it to the laundry, let alone your house. And I know you, Number One, the minute you're out that door you won't actually stop. And there is no way-"

"I am not sleeping on your couch Calvin, not on your wedding night! I'm an elf, not an idiot."

Carol snorted, cutting in before Scott could respond, "I think you have the wrong idea, the only thing going on for that is sleeping. That's what the honeymoon is for."

Scott smirked, "See, that's why I love you."

Bernard wasn't having it, "Not the point, I'm fine Santa, really, and besides why are you so worked up-"

"Because I let this happen!" Scott snapped, moving forward to keep Bernard from trying to stepping away, "All of this happened because of me! You got hurt, because I wasn't here!"

At that, the elf froze, wilting when Scott just stared back at him in pain. Bernard sighed softly, his hand coming up to Scott's shoulder to keep his focus.

"It's not, Santa, it's really not. And it's over. Let's just keep going forward alright, and I-sorry-" Bernard jerked back as If burned, like he had forgotten something in trying to get Scott to see reason.

Scott rolled his eyes, "Forget that-"

Yanking Bernard into a hug, Scott's voice dropped too low for Carol to hear. She stepped back until able to turn and slipped into the bedroom to give the pair some privacy.

The room was warm, the fireplace having been stoked and tended into smoldering coals that weren't too bright. And the covers were turned down in wait for sleep.

Shedding the heavier tunic sweater over her undershirt, Carol curled up on the bed and plucked the novel sitting on the beside stand. She smirked a little at the cover, using the pages of Fahrenheit 451 to distract herself.

Several minutes later, Judy's voice echoed back to the bedroom, chastising the elf and her boss for still being awake, and taking the suit to be cleaned. Once the outermost doors clicked shut, Scott slipped into the bedroom long enough to grab two of the pillows stacked by the wall and a few blankets from another stack, taking them back out to the office area with a low level of snark in his tone.

Bernard sassed right back, earning a disgruntled response that bordered on snide. One of the two blew a raspberry at something the other had said, and Carol was slightly amused at the casual exchange even if she couldn't hear the words.

Mumbled 'goodnights' followed someone dimming the lights, before Scott shut the doors behind him to leave the office dark and Bernard to sleep.

Moving an almost autopilot, Scott gathered up pajamas and towels before turning to Carol.

"You know, just to be clear, in my head a fancy wedding and subsequent wedding night should have been much more planned out and less panic mode. And while I do absolutely love you and am amazed with everything…I am beat."

Carol chuckled, "That makes two of us, but c'mon, not like we're flighty youngsters who can't keep it together. I am going to take you up on that luxurious honeymoon though."

Heading to shower, Scott left the door cracked, "I can agree with you there, I recommend temperate climate, not such a temperature shock from climate to climate."

"What if I want to go skiing?"

"Now there's an idea."

Giggling, Carol tucked herself down into the covers, humming contently at the cloud-like feel.

"So…what do you usually do for the holidays?"

"Besides fly around the world?"

She let her eyes flutter shut, "Exactly."

Scott chuckled, "I sleep almost all of the twenty-fifth of December, after getting back and making sure the reindeer are okay and elves are rolling into their winter break just fine. The twenty-sixth is usually pretty relaxed for me, if anything rough happened on the Flight, we try to go over it as soon as possible to avoid forgetting something after all the stress and long hours. Depending on Laura's family, I usually go get Charlie in the afternoon and he hangs out up here for a couple days. He used to spend a lot more time up here."

"That's what Bernard was saying."

"Ah," Scott sounded relieved, even with the water running, "I'm glad you two got to really meet, hope he wasn't too rough around the edges-"

"Oh no," Carol forced herself to sit up, voice firm when Scott tried to cut in, "He's been just fine! I think we're going to get along great."

"That's good to hear," His reply was clearer with the shower turned off, steam creeping through the cracked door while Scott busied about in the bathroom, "Kinda had me worried a bit, to be honest."

"Oh?"

Scott didn't reply until he was dressed and to the bed, sliding in next to Carol with a low sigh, "It's not that I didn't think you and Bernard wouldn't get along, heck any of the elves. I was just concerned that this happened so rapidly, I was worried that you were uncomfortable and I wasn't here to help ease you into all this."

Carol shrugged, snuggling deeper into the covers as Scott curled up beside her, "Initial shock aside, I think this is going to be just fine. Though a long talk is very in order as I still have no idea who all was at my wedding officiated by Mother Nature."

Chuckling, Scott pulled her in for a soft kiss, humming contently when she cuddled up into his arms.

He did stiffen slightly, face sheepish when she glanced over.

"What is it?"

"You uh…" Scott grimaced, "I didn't mean to catch you in the middle of me and Bernard…forcing him onto the couch for the night. It's not a problem is it? I mean-"

This time Carol interrupted him with a kiss, letting her lips silence him that way before actual words.

"It's fine, I mean it Scott. I was worried too, after finding he was hurt. But I didn't want to overstep being so new. Besides, it's obvious the two of you are really close friends and you wouldn't have done that without a good reason."

Scott nodded, "I told you about my magic being a bit low…I'll have to show you the watch if it isn't smashed somewhere. But after the wedding and all," He gestured at his beard and belly, "This, especially on Christmas, kinda a bit more in tune to the magic than I can usually focus on, it's almost overwhelming and I love it. But usually, I'm a bit on the lower end of the scale in how perceptive I am with the feel of magic. The fact that once he admitted how bad he was…Bernard's a bit rough right now, and considering technically I'm his boss even though he's centuries older than me…this is the best I can do to make sure he's okay. His magic is different than mine…but it does have a certain feel to it and he's not doing so great. Took my bringing it up to finally get him go the hell to sleep."

Carol nodded in understanding, "Glad to know my teacher intuition hadn't failed me either, would he have really gone right back to work if you hadn't made him stay?"

That earned a sleepy shrug from Scott, "Very likely, previous years taken into account it would not have been surprising at all to be honest. But considering how he's actually feeling, magic wise and physically, he'd more likely have made it to his office and fallen asleep hunched over on his desk. Judy might have found him in time to shoo him home, but that's not a guarantee."

"Then I'm glad this way we know he'll get some rest."

"Mhm."

Before either of them could fully submit to the Sandman's grasp, Carol leaned close enough to gain one more kiss and pull Scott's focus back to her just enough.

"Hey Scott."

"Yes?"

"Merry Christmas."

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