Does it Matter?
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S through Z › Santa Clause, The (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,967
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Santa Clause movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Does it Matter?
Does it Matter?
By: Serena-chan
A/N: Well, this is my first fic in this category so I don't expect it will be very good, but who knows? I said the same with my LotR fic, and I now consider it to be my best piece of fanfiction. It doesn't really matter anyway because this particular story will probably never be published on a site, because the site I post my fics on (fanfiction.net) doesn't have "The Santa Clause" 1 or 2 as a category. If they add it later on, I'll post it. If not, this will be just for my personal enjoyment.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The Santa Clause" or "The Santa Clause 2" in any way, shape, or form. This story was written without any profit and is purely for my own amusement.
WARNING: MUST READ BEFORE CONTINUING ON TO THE FIC!
This fanfic is a 'what if' scenario. Most fanfics are. (Example: What if, Harry Potter falls in love with Ginny Weasley? What if, Frodo had encountered other sorts of creatures on his adventures?) All except this one is a big what if: What if Scott Calvin had had a son and a daughter during the first movie? Don't get me wrong, I love both movies, and I'm not in any way saying that this is what should have happened. This is just merely speculation.
That being said, on with the fic!
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Part 1-Prologue
I can still remember the first time I saw Bernard. It was the night that my dad's life changed forever, the night that my brother and myself's perspective of the world was altered, but in a good way.
Most kids grow up, slowly accepting the fact that all their childhood dreams were merely a fantasy, a fun sort of game, played by their parents that has to end as they reach adolescence. That sort of process had already begun with me.
I was ten years old, and many of my friends had already stopped believing. Though I insisted to them all that Santa was very much alive and real, those nasty, black shadows of doubt had already begun to creep into my mind. My brother, Charlie, though only seven, seemed to be going through a similar conflict.
The night that changed our lives was the Christmas Eve that Mom and her new husband Neil sent my brother and myself to spend the night with our real father. I don't remember much about the ride in the sleigh or dad going down his first chimney. At the time I was convinced that it was all just some wonderful dream.
When we had finally reached the North Pole, the sleigh had begun to lower itself into the secret workshop. I peered over the edge of the sleigh, and the first thing I saw was a rather tall elf with dark curls. He wore a costume of red and gold with a matching hat, and he was winding through the other elves, never taking his eyes off the sleigh. On his face, he wore a knowing smirk.
It was in that instant that I saw him, that I knew that what I was experiencing was real. There was something about him that made me feel as if I'd known him since the day I was born.
He seemed rather grumpy to me at first, but as I listened to him talk, I could hear the kindness in his voice even though he tried to keep it hidden. I could tell I was right about him the second he shook my hand. His hand was warm and gentle and it sent little pleasant tingles of magic shooting up my wrist.
All that was nearly eight years ago. . .
Now, I'm not exactly a child anymore. I just turned eighteen not too long ago. I still go up to my father's workshop every Christmas to help out in any way I can. The elves are always glad of it because it is their busiest season.
I had to study really hard this year so I would be able to take my mid-year exams early. If I do that, Mom doesn't feel too guilty about writing me a note to be released for Christmas vacation early. We always make the same excuse: I'll be going to see my father. It's perfectly true!
Charlie used to do that too, but these past few years he hasn't wanted to. (This year I know it's because of some stupid girl.) So, it's just me that will be going. I had to pack a light bag, because Dad always sends Dancer, one of the reindeer, to pick me up.
Just as I was putting my last sweater into my gym bag, Neil knocked on my door. "Serena," he called, "your. . . ride is here." I laughed softly to myself. Neil, the skeptical one, always seemed bewildered when faced with any kind of magic. (Although by now you'd think he'd be used to it.)
Outside the snow was whirling around a large, beautiful reindeer. "Hello, Dancer," I said affectionately. I patted his soft head as he made cheerful noise of greeting. I climbed onto his strong back. He leapt into the air, and we sped off into a sky white with snow.
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A/N: Well, what do you think so far? Not much yet, I know, but it will get better. I promise! Love ya all! ~Serena-chan~
By: Serena-chan
A/N: Well, this is my first fic in this category so I don't expect it will be very good, but who knows? I said the same with my LotR fic, and I now consider it to be my best piece of fanfiction. It doesn't really matter anyway because this particular story will probably never be published on a site, because the site I post my fics on (fanfiction.net) doesn't have "The Santa Clause" 1 or 2 as a category. If they add it later on, I'll post it. If not, this will be just for my personal enjoyment.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The Santa Clause" or "The Santa Clause 2" in any way, shape, or form. This story was written without any profit and is purely for my own amusement.
WARNING: MUST READ BEFORE CONTINUING ON TO THE FIC!
This fanfic is a 'what if' scenario. Most fanfics are. (Example: What if, Harry Potter falls in love with Ginny Weasley? What if, Frodo had encountered other sorts of creatures on his adventures?) All except this one is a big what if: What if Scott Calvin had had a son and a daughter during the first movie? Don't get me wrong, I love both movies, and I'm not in any way saying that this is what should have happened. This is just merely speculation.
That being said, on with the fic!
_______________________________________________________________________________
Part 1-Prologue
I can still remember the first time I saw Bernard. It was the night that my dad's life changed forever, the night that my brother and myself's perspective of the world was altered, but in a good way.
Most kids grow up, slowly accepting the fact that all their childhood dreams were merely a fantasy, a fun sort of game, played by their parents that has to end as they reach adolescence. That sort of process had already begun with me.
I was ten years old, and many of my friends had already stopped believing. Though I insisted to them all that Santa was very much alive and real, those nasty, black shadows of doubt had already begun to creep into my mind. My brother, Charlie, though only seven, seemed to be going through a similar conflict.
The night that changed our lives was the Christmas Eve that Mom and her new husband Neil sent my brother and myself to spend the night with our real father. I don't remember much about the ride in the sleigh or dad going down his first chimney. At the time I was convinced that it was all just some wonderful dream.
When we had finally reached the North Pole, the sleigh had begun to lower itself into the secret workshop. I peered over the edge of the sleigh, and the first thing I saw was a rather tall elf with dark curls. He wore a costume of red and gold with a matching hat, and he was winding through the other elves, never taking his eyes off the sleigh. On his face, he wore a knowing smirk.
It was in that instant that I saw him, that I knew that what I was experiencing was real. There was something about him that made me feel as if I'd known him since the day I was born.
He seemed rather grumpy to me at first, but as I listened to him talk, I could hear the kindness in his voice even though he tried to keep it hidden. I could tell I was right about him the second he shook my hand. His hand was warm and gentle and it sent little pleasant tingles of magic shooting up my wrist.
All that was nearly eight years ago. . .
Now, I'm not exactly a child anymore. I just turned eighteen not too long ago. I still go up to my father's workshop every Christmas to help out in any way I can. The elves are always glad of it because it is their busiest season.
I had to study really hard this year so I would be able to take my mid-year exams early. If I do that, Mom doesn't feel too guilty about writing me a note to be released for Christmas vacation early. We always make the same excuse: I'll be going to see my father. It's perfectly true!
Charlie used to do that too, but these past few years he hasn't wanted to. (This year I know it's because of some stupid girl.) So, it's just me that will be going. I had to pack a light bag, because Dad always sends Dancer, one of the reindeer, to pick me up.
Just as I was putting my last sweater into my gym bag, Neil knocked on my door. "Serena," he called, "your. . . ride is here." I laughed softly to myself. Neil, the skeptical one, always seemed bewildered when faced with any kind of magic. (Although by now you'd think he'd be used to it.)
Outside the snow was whirling around a large, beautiful reindeer. "Hello, Dancer," I said affectionately. I patted his soft head as he made cheerful noise of greeting. I climbed onto his strong back. He leapt into the air, and we sped off into a sky white with snow.
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A/N: Well, what do you think so far? Not much yet, I know, but it will get better. I promise! Love ya all! ~Serena-chan~