She heard Steve let out a loud gasp, startling her.

"What is it?" She asked threw her headset.

"No." She heard him let out in a gasp.

"Steve is it a bad time?"

"Hold on Abby." He answered running around his room, "I can't believe he would do this!" He complained, Abigail decided to wait before asking questions, obviously he just need to rant right now. "He doesn't even know how to drive it!" He whined, shaking her long brown hair she just waited for him to finish. Not even a few minutes later she could hear him running down the halls of his house and a computer voice ring out,

"S-1 dented." Squinting her eyes she was getting ready to ask before,

"Sir. Sir!" Was exclaimed by another male voice,

"Was that Peter? I thought he was just a work buddy. I didn't think you two lived together. Wait I thought you said you lived with your parents?" Abigail asked completely confused now.

"Big scratch down side." The computer went on.

"Steven?"

"Popped out to take present." She could tell he was reading off of something, a loud scratching noise interrupted him, "Turkey sandwich in fridge. Mum and Dad." A few grunts was heard before, "That idiot, Arthur. He's sent everyone crazy. He'll destroy Christmas." Abigail shook her head but, once again decided that keeping quiet was the better option to get things out of Steve. She heard Peter call out,

"And you'll never get to be Santa."

"Wait." She squinted her eyes replaying what Peter had just said a few times in her head while listening to Steve mutter and grumble all while sounding like he was getting thrown around.

"Oh Steven!" She heard his father call.

"You've dented it!" Steve yelled out causing her to flinch away from the noise, "You take it out without asking?"

"Malcolm, you told me he knew." She heard the Misses scold, in-spite of everything Abigail found herself grinning. She always did like that woman. "You know how Steve feels about his S-1." Oh so his dad is taking out his plane or whatever he said it was. . . actually he never did say for sure what it was. She almost wanted to scratch her head at that but, didn't instead focused on the conversation she wasn't even for sure if she should be hearing.

"It's my S-1." Steve let out a grunt, "S for 'Santa'." Abigail's eyes narrowed again. Great the first good guy I date for a few years and him and his whole family is a bunch of loons. She let out a groan looking around for her phone to hang up on him.

"Of course she's all that matters. Not me, your son." She could hear the letdown in his voice, it stopped her search short. "Not the 2 billion things I did right tonight." The hurt was clear in his voice now. "No!" He drug out the o a tad. Her search was renewed thinking she shouldn't hear this conversation that was to come between father and son. "I was 8. You're my dad!" Clearly she missed something that was said then berated herself for listening in at all. After a few minutes she let out a huff right as Steve let out, "Thank you." She chewed on her bottom lip.

"Uh Steve?" She started until he continued obviously not talking to her,

"So since gift delivery to child 4 double 7 85BXK is all that seems to matter, I'll do it myself. Then will pick up Arthur and Grand-Santa from what ever ditch they've ended up in, and then I will go and get my girlfriend and bring her here as well." She could feel his attention shift back to her, "If you want to come over to my house and let me explain everything you just heard."

"You were on the phone!" His mother started to scold,

"If he would have asked I wouldn't of gotten caught up in the middle of my call!" He whined to her. Abigail let out a sigh,

"I would love to hear how you think you can explain everything I just heard. How long am I staying for?" She could hear the smile in his voice, but also the question more than likely aimed at his mother,

"For as long as you like?" There was a pause, "Yeah for as long as you like." Abby let out a huff,

"Fine, I'll be ready in 3 hours. I have things I have to do first. Besides it sounds like you will be taking awhile anyways. If you somehow get here early you will have to wait."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll see you-" She hung up on him finally having found her damn phone.

"God! I'm in love with a lunatic!" She yelled out to her apartment before walking back over to her desktop. "You better hope I don't have trouble with it this time!" She yelled to her ceiling before rapidly typing. After 2 hours she turned it off. "Darn it all!" She yelled looking at the clock on the wall. Quickly she ran to her bedroom pulling out her laptop case and duffel bag. "He made it sound like it was bad weather a lot where he lives so I might be stuck for a day or two." Quickly she ran to her closet. Pulling it open she made a face, "I'm calling him a loon but, I'm the one talking to no one. Why am I still doing it?" She asked confusion covering her face shaking her head she pulled out 3 sweaters, 4 tank-top's, 2 long sleeve shirts, 2 short sleeved shirts, her pair of black knee high boots and her pair of ankle black boots. Throwing it all on her bed in a rush. Running over to her dresser she open drawers and pulled out other things throwing it all on the bed. Shoving it all into the duffel she ran to the bathroom jumping into the shower. After doing everything she normally did while taking shower but, at a slightly accelerated pace she toweled off and got dressed, after brushing her teeth, and while she was combing her hair, Steve called.

"Abigail? We are almost there, and I know it's," She heard him sigh, "really rude but, my mother would love to meet you before the ride back. Would it be okay if we came in?" Abigail looked around her small apartment.

"Uh, can you give me like 10 more minutes? I'm in the middle of brushing my hair. I at least want to look okay before I meet your family." She could hear the smile in Steve's voice,

"Oh no, no that's fine! I'll give you 15 if you want to be sure?"

"Umm yeah sure sure. Busy talk when you get here." Quickly she hung up the phone again only now running around her house to get tea and snacks ready all while grumbling to herself.

"Well?" Margaret asked him with a smile on her face.

"She uh needs a few minutes but, we can go down. After 15 minutes."

"Oh good. Grand-Santa I brought you some clothes. Arthur here is a sweater, and Malcolm dear you can't go and meet her in that suite. Here, I brought some clothes for you as well." She started, "I'm sure once everyone has changed it will have been enough time as well." She smiled while handing out everything. "Steve I didn't bring anything for you though." She hummed while looking at him.

"This is fine mother."

"Oh good." After a few more minutes all the Santa's came back into the bridge room. "Now will this be okay here while we are in there?"

"Yes mother."