"Do we have a lock on where they fell?" It was just a few short minutes later when all the sudden he was being swarmed by elves. As far as he could gather one elf had told another and now a crazy back lash from the horrible game telephone was occurring,

"He's crazy!"

"Is there a list of children who don't matter?"

"Santa said they don't matter 100 percent." He was going to kill his father, turning to address the general direction of the one who had talked to him he was inturputed yet again,

"Is it true children aren't real, they're just antimatter?" Where the hell is all of this coming from?! Steve screamed in his head, Steve tried shushing them all,

"Do not- Look. Look!" He yelled over everyone having had enough of it all, "I festivised every single country in the world. You see?" Why can't anyone see what I did right tonight? Instead of one little mistake that wasn't even mine to make! Peter handed him a pad and he swiped it across showing different countries, "This one, this one, this one. All of them. I mean, who cares about one single tiny child?" He asked before thinking about it, they all gasped and Steve looked to see his father coming in as well, "I do." He tried to cover quickly, He watched as his father walked threw the throngs of elves.

"Arthur." He stated looking at all of the screens, "My poor boy. Why on earth would he-? You're his brother, Steve. How could you let him?" Steve wanted to yell then, he wanted to scream, even when he tried to get his brother to come back home not having known he had even left in the first place it was still his fault. Was everything going to be his fault? "And about this child you missed, I'm really not sure you made the right decision." Apparently it is going to be all my fault. Of coarse it is you can't have a Santa that makes mistakes now can you. "Is that bird doo on your shoulder?" His father asked looking at his right shoulder,

"Right." Steve stated walking off towards the door, "Over there is Satellite, Tracking, Navigation, Data Analysis." He stated pointing each one off for his father while carrying the pad and himself with what dignity he had left towards the doors. "Coffee machine's by the door. Good night, Santa." He practically spat the word out, before signing the first Christmas song that came to mind. As soon as the doors shut he pulled out his HOHO and dialed Abigail's number,

"Hello?" Her voice asked, "Steve are you okay? I tried texting you like 6 times. What happened?" Steve let a smile come over his face, at least one person cared.

"I'm alright physically but, not so much with everything else. How are you?"

"Steve what happened? I thought it was just a little mess to clean up but, it's been hours!"

"I need to find a new job."

"What?! You're father fired you? Over something that wasn't even your fault?" She asked he could hear the anger rising in her voice,

"No I quit."

"Oh," there was a pause, "Are you sure that's the best thing? Or what you really want?" Steve let out a sigh finally coming up to his room,

"No but, everything is my fault." She could hear the despair in his voice.

"No it's not. I can name 200 things off the top of my head that aren't your fault." Steve raised an eyebrow even though she couldn't see it.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Global warming for one." Steven rolled his eyes. "The fact that I now have more game time than work time this week." He shook his head. "But, if you want I can skip all that and tell you what really is your fault." Her voice was so casual about it. The grip on his HOHO tightened,

"What?"

"The fact that we met. Or the fact that I care about you. Or how you make me happy even when you aren't here. How you make me feel like I matter even though I don't have a family." He could hear all of her emotion behind it and it made him smile.

"Thank you."

"Oh no I wasn't done." Her voice completely serious. "But since you keep interrupting me I guess you don't want to know." He could hear the tease in her voice. Shaking his head with a smile,

"Hey do you want to spend some time together?" He asked slowly, "Maybe I could stay at your place for a bit? Or you could tell me a good hotel to stay at." He tried to correct smacking his forehead.