A/N:

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far!

I am sorry I have not updated in a while. I know I said I will update on (Tuesday?) (Actually, I didn't even promise that) but things got in the way so, sorry about that.

OK, so there's only 5 days to Christmas (Dang! Where did all the time go?) and I want this story completed before Christmas day (Hopefully Christmas Eve) So, I've gotta get cracking on with this. I will update everyday from now on, promise!!!

I've had a few reviews saying that Simon and Eleanor are a little Out of Character. I just wanted to remind everyone that you are reading fanfic that is based on a different story ("A Christmas Carol" in this instance). So, the characters (Simon, Eleanor, Alvin) will be different because they are playing as different characters. Just remember that while you are reading this...

My newest fanfic story "It's All In Your Head, Alvin" will be posted soon. So, if you haven't checked the summary, please read it on my profile.

This chapter is nice and long so, I hope you have some energy. :)

Here is Chapter 4, enjoy! :)

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Simon Scrooge was holding on to dear life. He and the spirit were both flying over the quiet streets of London. Snow was still drifting in the air. It was cold, which Scrooge didn't mind at all, but, one thing that did bother him, was heights. He really wanted to be on the ground....the safe ground....where he couldn't fall to his death.

"What's the matter, Scrooge?" The ghostly chipmunk girl asked, teasingly. She was smiling at Scrooge's fearful expression. "I thought you enjoyed looking down on society?"

Simon didn't even reply to the spirits sarcastic remark. He was concentrating too much on not falling; the spirit could let go of his hand at any moment. No, she wouldn't do that. Would she?

Just as Simon was thinking of the possibility that he could die tonight, a white light shone brilliantly over in the far distance. Simon looked ahead to the horizon; the white light shone in his eyes.

"S-Sprit?" Simon stuttered a little. "What is that? That light? It cannot be dawn?" Simon gestured to the white light.

"It is the past, Scrooge" the spirit girl answered as the white light covered the full sky. Simon was wondering if anybody else could see the light. He didn't want to look down....but he had to. He looked down into the streets and saw them to be completely empty. Apparently, no one could see the light.

The white light started to get brighter and brighter. Simon could feel himself and the spirit glid faster toward the light. And, almost in an instant, the spirit and Simon had vanished from the present...

*

Simon had closed his eyes when the bright light got too bright for his eyes to handle. He opened them and was amazed to find that it was day time. He could hear birds tweeting in the trees below....trees? Where was the town? Where had London vanished too? It was there a moment ago, he was sure of it!!! The spirit and Simon were gliding slowly in the air. Simon didn't even try to ask a question to the spirit; he just let his mind try to answer the question he was asking himself.

Soon, Simon saw a small building below. He heard children playing outside the building...

The chipmunk spirit and Simon were lowering toward the fine looking building...

He could see the children playing snowball fights...

The spirit and Simon landed slowly on the snow filled ground, next to the building. Simon looked at the building and had realised where he was. How could this be?

"This is my old school" Simon said not believing he was seeing the school in front of him. He was sure this very school had burnt down... "I used to attend school here"

He turned to look at the spirit. She nodded.

Simon then saw a boy he knew very well....from a long time ago...

"That's Edmond....he used to be my best friend!" A boy in a green scarf and black curly hair walked right past Scrooge.

"And that's Charles!" A boy in a red scarf with blonde hair joined Edmond. "Hello, boys! Hello!" Simon yelled at his old friends...they didn't even glance in his direction.

"These are the shadows of your past, Scrooge" The chipmunk girl explained. "They cannot see you, nor hear you. We might as well go inside where it is warm." The spirit gestured to the front door of the building. They went inside.

Inside the building, Scrooge was welcomed by meaningful smells and sounds. He couldn't believe he was here...

"I take it back" the girl chipmunk said. "It's colder in here than it is outside" Simon heard her but wasn't really paying attention. He was more focused in his senses....where he was.... (A/N: I just wanted to say, I know ghosts can't "feel" anything. It was just too good of a line not to give to Eleanor! Sorry if I have interupted your reading)

"I remember it all so well, Spirit" Simon said as he walked around the large classroom. Book shelves were around the room, books by great men, filled with great things they had accomplished. Tables and chairs were all facing a large chalk board that had badly scribbled writing on it that read "School is for losers!" Tinsel was hung all over the room; Christmas was here! "I remember the smell of chalk, the sound of the teachers voice in the room...I remember wondrous things here...things that are familiar..."

"And does he strike you as familiar?" The spirit girl was pointing behind Scrooge. Simon turned around. He saw a young chipmunk boy in the far corner at the back of the room, covered in the shadows. He was concentrating on his school work. It was a chipmunk boy that Simon had forgotten...long, long ago...

"Good heavens" Simon whispered. "It's me"

Just then, the door opened and two children; a boy and girl came inside.

"Come along Simon!" said the boy cheerfully. "There's no need to study! Christmas is here!"

The chipmunk boy with glasses looked up and said "Who cares about silly old Christmas!? I am trying to study over here and, if you two do not leave me in peace, I will never get my experiment finished!"

"But, Simon" The girl said in surprise. "Don't you like Christmas?"

"Do I have to spell it out to you in simple English?" Simon asked, angrily. "I-Hate-Christmas!"

The present Simon looked at the spirit. She had a disapproving look on her face.

"I know I could have been a little nicer to those two....children. But I was trying to concentrate and I..." But Simon had seen he had lost the fight. He had no reason to shout at those two children like that. "Christmas was more of a time for study to me," Simon went on. "Christmas just got in the way of my study time and I had no use for it"

The chipmunk spirit shook her head. "Come, there is much to see"

She held out her hand for Simon to touch. Simon didn't want to leave; he wanted to stay with his child self. But, he knew he would have to leave sooner or later. So, he took the spirit's hand and they both vanished, without a trace...

*

The first thing Simon heard was speech. The first thing he smelt was roast turkey....and cooked mince pies....vegetables....Christmas pudding....and all sort of delicious food. What he first felt was cold air. He opened his eyes. What he saw first was a big red barn in front of him. It was dark, which meant the spirit and Simon were outside. The barn's doors were open and Simon could see people inside the barn...talking, dancing, having the time of their lives. Simon knew this place...he was sure of it! He looked up and saw a big banner that read:

"Mr. Fezziwig's Christmas Party"

Mr. Fezziwig's Christmas Party? Surely not! It couldn't be!

"Let's go inside" the spirit said and Simon walked into the barn. It couldn't be Mr. Fezziwig! And then, Scrooge saw him. There he was: Mr. Fezziwig in his Santa outfit looking O'so jolly!

"Merry Christmas!" Mr. Fezziwig said to many people, joyfully. They returned the words.

The band was in full swing; people were dancing. The food smelt delicious! People were having a great time! Simon remembered this party so well. He loved this party....or did? Simon felt like he was going to be sick. Or did hate this party? He didn't know. Why was he feeling sick all of a sudden??

Mr. Fezziwig was still greeting people shouting "Merry Christmas!" to everyone. Mr. Fezziwig was greeting people, that is, until a young snappy good-looking chipmunk interrupted...

"Excuse me, Mr. Fezziwig?" Simon heard his voice....well, not exactly his voice. This voice was more clear, sharp and smooth; it was Simon Scrooge as a good-looking twenty year old chipmunk. "I was just wondering if you know how much this party is costing you?" The young Simon had papers in his hands showing them to Mr. Fezziwig.

"Master Scrooge! This no time for money! This is Christmas! Enjoy yourself, be merry!" Mr. Fezziwig said as he tossed the papers aside. The young Scrooge left Mr. Fezziwig's side. The present Simon still felt sick....why?

"Oh, wait Master Scrooge!" Mr. Fezziwig shouted for the young Scrooge to stay where he was standing. "I want to introduce you to someone" The present Simon knew why he felt so sick. He saw a young chipmunk woman standing next to Mr. Fezziwig. She was wearing a big purple dress, had glasses on and...she looked so beautiful to Simon....she looked just as he remembered her.

"This is Jeanette, part of the Fezziwig family" Mr. Fezziwig explained. "Jeanette, this is Mr. Scrooge"

"Please to meet you" Jeanette said to the young Scrooge. She curtsied to him. The young Scrooge took her hand and kissed it, firmly.

"Please to meet you, miss" the young Scrooge replied as he looked into her deep brown eyes.

"Do you remember this party?" the spirit asked Simon. He jumped forgetting she was gliding in air behind him.

"Yes, I do" Simon did not take his eyes off Jeanette.

"There was a Christmas for this young lady; some years later" The girl spirit was looking at Scrooge...with sad eyes.

"Please, do not show me that Christmas" Simon's voice almost cracked as he said the last word.

It was too late....In a flash, they were gone.

*

Simon Scrooge and the spirit were standing in a snow filled park. It was empty and the sun was rising in the distance. The air was cool and the sky was a clue blue colour. Simon turned around and saw himself (a younger version but a bit older than at the party) and Jeanette (Who also looked older) sitting on a park bench.

"My shop closes tomorrow" Jeanette said, a little sadly.

"We cannot keep it forever, Jeanette" The young Simon replied. "You know this. We agreed; we cannot stay like this forever. We must grow. Build higher, reach over our limits"

"It's like you said" Jeanette turned to face Simon. Her eyes were glistening. ""We must grow""

Simon nodded.

"Once we sell your shop, we will have enough money to open a bigger and better shop and, therefore, make more money. I know it doesn't seem right but, believe me, this is for you" He took both of her soft hands into his own and locked them together. He looked into her eyes and said, confidently:

"I love you, Jeanette"

Jeanette looked at him and smiled, weakly.

"You did....once" She unlocked her fingers with Simon's, kissed Simon on the cheek, stood up and said sadly "Goodbye, Simon....forever" She didn't look at him, her back was to him. She walked away leaving the young Simon shocked on the park bench. The young Simon looked at the leaving Jeanette.

Run after her! The present Simon was shouting in his head. You fool! Don't just stand there!!! Go after her!

But the young Simon did the complete opposite; he turned around and walked in the other direction with no emotion on his face.

Simon Scrooge couldn't believe what he felt in his rib cage; he felt a powerful, strong organ. It was painful, really painful! It was Simon's heart....it was breaking in two.

The spirit came drifting towards Simon.

"Spirit, why show me these memories to me?" Simon asked, tears glistening at the side of his eyes. "Why show me these if they only fill my heart with pain?"

"They are what they are Scrooge" The girl chipmunk said, apologetically. "I cannot change what you have once experienced and caused. So, don't blame me!"

"LEAVE ME!" Simon had shouted so strongly at the spirit that it had caused his heart even more pain. Simon sat on the stone step, his hands covering his eyes, sobbing quietly. The spirit did as Simon commanded.

*

In a flash, Simon was back in the present. He was in his dark, quiet room, everything untouched. The windows were closed and Simon was sitting off the side of his bed. He wiped his eyes with his hands and got under the covers, trying to relax...trying to allow everything he saw to sink in....He had caused his memories, no one else, but himself....

A/N:

To everyone who finished this chapter, I give you a virtual Christmas cookie! Well done to you! Yummy, yummy! :)

OK, initially this Chapter was only going to be the "School scene" and the "Party" and "Park" scene were also going to be separate chapters. But, seeing how I am running out of time, I had to cut the scenes down into one chapter all together. I think it turned out pretty well.

Of course, I had to make Jeanette as Belle. Simon as Scrooge and Jeanette as Scrooge's love interest, Belle; it suits so perfectly! That was for all you SimonxJeanette fans out there! :)

I really enjoyed writing this chapter. It took me 3 hours to write it and it has 2,538 words all together! Whoa!

Thank you for all the lovely reviews! Don't forget to review this chapter! (They keep me in a confident and happy mood to write!)

Chapter 5 will be up when I have some more reviews!