Santa looked at the small metal box in front of him. Despite the small size, it was the most valuable item he had. At least when it comes to what he was doing. I probably shouldn't have given that Delta AI to Simmons. He could still be useful, especially with this one. He picked up the box and set it on a nearby table. Then, he opened it. He turned around, then looked back at the contents of the small box. He picked the item up, examining it, when nearby a small flash appeared.

"What. The. Fuck."

Santa smiled, "You're alive. Good."

"Wait, wait, wait.. Are you supposed to be Santa?"

Santa rolled his eyes, "What gave it away? The hat? Or was it the big white beard?"

"What is going on!?"

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"Aha! There you go!" Dr. Grey smiled, looking at Grif, putting down her tools.

"Somebody please just kill me..."

"That was wonderful! I would have preferred a little more suffering, with death at the end, but you did your job," Sarge nodded.

"She put a knife in me.." Grif mumbled.

"Then, I took it back out! Great observation!" Dr. Grey said.

"Tell me, why is she here again?" Tucker asked, having taken a few steps away from the insane doctor.

"We needed a doctor.. or something," Epsilon answered. "She's crazier than Doc, but at least she knows what part of the body is where."

"...Right." Tucker took another step back.

"Who else wants turn their body into a big puzzle of organs to put together?" Dr. Grey asked way too cheerfully.

"Not me," Tukcer answered quickly, now very far away, using his radio to speak.

"Hey, Uh, whatever happened to the 'no harming until Christmas is over' thing?" Epsilon asked.

"Dr. Grey wasn't here for that," Tucker pointed out.

"Then why don't we tell her?"

"You can, I'm not coming anywhere near her!"

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"So.. How did you get out?" Doc asked.

"You expect this stuff to be important enough to actually take the time to remember?" O'Malley sighed, "A really tiny invisible guy came in and took all of the AI before the emp went off. That's all I'm saying."

Doc put a hand up, "Wait.. Isn't it pronounced E.M.P.?"

"What fool gave you that idea?"

"I think it was my seventh grade history teacher," Doc answered, going through his memories.

"Whatever, I don't care. Let's get over to the North Pole already."

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Santa turned from what he was doing. "Don't move," he ordered.

"Yeah, whatever, why am I here?" the other grumbled, clearly frustrated. Santa got out of the basement, locking the door behind him. He checked on all the presents being wrapped, smiling at the hardworking elves. He knew they would make it in time if they kept at this pace.

He turned back into the basement. "Okay, what was your name? Oh, right. Alpha."

"For fucks sake, WILL PEOPLE STOP CALLING ME THAT!?" the other nearly exploded. "Church, my name is Church, it always has been. Shut up on the Alpha shit... And how the fuck did I get here!?"

"I got an elf to bring you, along with other AI, here," Santa answered. "You stayed here for a few years until now, when I need you."

"But.. The Meta... Ugh." Church shook his head. "I'm just gonna go now, if you don't mind."

"There's an E.M.P. Here and I'm not afraid to use it," Santa warned him.

"And I care because...? Listen here, Santa. I. Am. Not. A. Fucking. Computer."

"Your death wish."

"You know, I thought Santa would be a little more caring."

"Well, I am anywhere but here."