A/N: Can you believe there is only four days until Christmas? I totally cannot. It hardly seems like a year ago that I was moving into my home at Teen Ranch, getting in a car accident, and then moving back out there after I was better (I do NOT miss not being able to walk for longer than 15 minutes). I never would have guessed that within that year, I would be leaving the ranch to move back home, and sitting here, completely unsure of where my life is heading. It's as scary as it is exciting.

In case I don't get another chapter up before the big day, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! And God Bless! I hope you all have a spectacular time with your families and loved ones!

Also, I want to apologize for the spelling errors and minor grammatical errors of the last chapter. I was so excited to finish and get it posted, that I totally forgot to edit it before uploading. I promise to keep a closer eye on that from now on.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Santa Clause 1, 2 or 3. Nor do I own Elfsburg, or anything to do with it. I own myself… and the plot, as far as what's not originally in the movies goes. Sue me if you want, but you won't get anything out of me.

Chapter Three: Up On the Rooftop, Click, Click Click; Face first in the Snow is Old Saint Nick!

Tabs was woken in the middle of the night by someone pounding loudly on her door.

"Go away mom!!" she yelled, rolling over and burying her face in her pillow.

The banging continued and she groaned, and sat up, temporarily confused as to where she was. As everything came rushing back, Bernard came rushing through the door, looking furious.

"What in the Name of CHRISTMAS did you do?!" he yelled, looking as if he could lunge over and strangle her at any moment.

Looking at him like he was insane, Tabs replied, "I have NO idea what in the blazes you are talking about. I've been asleep since Judy brought me to this room."

"Santa just 'fell' off the roof, of a man named Scott Calvin, who has a son named Charlie, who just HAPPENED TO PUT ON THE SANTA SUIT!" he roared.

"And you think I had something to do with that," Tabs concluded, glaring at the angry elf.

The tension in the room was building faster than the temperature in an overloaded steam engine furnace. Both occupants of the room were so busy glaring at each other that they had not noticed the small crowd of elves now gathered around the door to see what the big hullabaloo was all about.

"You tell me," Bernard retorted, crossing his arms. "Just a few hours ago, you were the one who predicted all this. And since you don't appear to have any magical powers, that's the only logical explanation."

"Logical? We're in the middle of the BLOODY FREAKING NORTH POLE! You're an ELF for goodness' sake, and you're talking to me about LOGICAL?" She let out a frustrated growl and dropped her head into her hands. "Ugh. None of this is logical Bernard. Hell, where I'm from, the North Pole doesn't even exist! It's a mythical tale for children. You're a MOVIE character. So none of this is logical."

"Here we go again, with the whole movie excuse!" He snapped back. "Why do you keep trying to push it?"

"Because. It's. The. TRUTH! Did you even bother to go check out my driver's license like I told you?"

Bernard flushed, looking ashamed for just a moment. Before he could say anything else, they heard someone clearing their throat, and looked over to see Judy in the doorway, holding out a plastic card to Bernard.

"I thought you might want to see this," she said cheerfully to Bernard. As he looked over the card, Judy smiled at Tabs and winked at her.

Tabs mouthed out 'thank you' to the small elf, and then looked over to Bernard.

Bernard's expression went from one of slight annoyance, to relief, then to a sheepish smile.

"Sorry…" he muttered, walking over and handing the card to Tabs. "It appears you were telling the truth."

It was only then that Tabs noticed there were a whole lot more elves than just Judy and Bernard at the door… and realized that she was in pj's. Suddenly feeling very awkward, she pulled the blankets up to her chin.

"Uhm…can I have a couple minutes of privacy… to uhh… get properly attired?"

Bernard, realizing that he had barged in on Tabs in her sleepwear, flushed slightly. "No need really… you can go back to sleep…"

Tabs snorted. "You think I could fall back to sleep after that wakeup?"

"Well, if you insist, then you can at least make yourself useful. Meet me in the office in ten minutes. Judy will show you how to get there."

Without another word, Bernard hurried out the door, shooing the elves back to their own work as he went.

After he had disappeared out the door, Tabs looked over at Judy. "Are you sure he's got a nice streak somewhere in there?"

Judy just laughed her musical laugh and winked. "I'll be just outside the door whenever you're ready."

The office was not the one she expected Bernard would be meeting her in. She had expected Santa's office, the one she was incredibly familiar with from the movies, but instead, she found Bernard waiting for her in a small room just off from the main stables.

Judy had left her after showing her to the office, and Bernard was pacing around inside the small room, muttering to himself.

"Bernard?" Tabs asked quietly as she entered the room, alerting him to her presence. She didn't want to startle him and receive another mouthful from him.

He stopped his pacing and looked up, then motioned for her to take a seat in one of the two desk chairs present. She sat down, and he sat down, and rolled over beside her.

"So listen," he started. "I have to apologize for my rude behaviour. It's just a very stressful time of year for me, and well… I'm kind of a hot head."

"Heh, you're telling me," she replied, looking away. She hated when people apologized. Things felt so awkward. She changed the subject quickly. "So what do you need my help with?"

"Well, I was hoping that you could tell me a bit about this Scott Calvin guy," Bernard admitted. It was evident he picked up on the purposeful topic change, but he didn't push, which made Tabs feel a little more relaxed.

"I'm not telling you anything. There is no WAY I am risking screwing things up," Tabs replied. "If I tell you about things, then it could change the entire course of events, and what's supposed to happen will be forever ruined."

Bernard looked thoughtful for a moment. "How do you know that what happens in your 'movies' is what's really supposed to happen though? If those are fiction, this is real… so what if what you being here is meant to be what REALLY happens?"

"Well then, my knowledge of the movies wouldn't really do much, would it? For all I know the Scott Calvin in 'my movies' could be the exact opposite of the one here."

Bernard made a 'hmph' sound, and spun around to face the large green navigational screen on the wall.

"Well. It appears he's almost back at the Pole. Wait here," he said, standing.

"I beg your pardon? I am not waiting here by myself."

Bernard raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were afraid of messing things up?"

Tabs shrugged. "Hey, you said I might be wrong, so I'm gonna go with that option."

"Aren't women always supposed to be right?"

"Aren't Christmas Elves always supposed to be cheerful?" Tabs retorted.

Bernard glanced down the hallway, looking a little worried, then back at the blonde-haired girl who was quickly becoming a bit of a thorn in his shoe. "Fine. You can come. But keep quiet and don't do anything stupid."

Tabs snorted again. "Oh, I won't… I'll leave that for you to cover."

As they turned to head down the hall, Tabs thought she saw a tiny smile itching at the corner of Bernard's lips. Her heart pounded a couple times, reminding her that despite Bernard's earlier rudeness, her crush on the elf still remained.

"Uhm, Bernard?" she called after the elf.

"What now?"

"I'll be there in a minute… I uhm, need to go to the washroom."

Bernard rolled his eyes. "Fine, see you there."

After Bernard had disappeared down the hallway, Tabs slipped back into the office for a minute and closed the door. Then she did something she hadn't done in a while. She began jumping up and down in circles squealing like a little girl.

"AHH! I'm IN the Santa Clause! I'm IN the Santa Clause! And Bernard is here and just as cute in person and EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

After about a minute of doing this, she stopped, cleared her throat, smoothed back out her sweater and hair, and walked calmly out of the office and down the hall as if nothing had happened.