Hey all! So one of my friends asked me what my favorite Christmas movie was as a kid and I said "the Santa Clause". She told me I should write a fanfiction about it, and I decided that I'd give it my best shot in hopes that you'll like it! And it's first person point of view from my character.
Disclaimer: I don't own Disney; therefore I don't own any characters but my own. I also don't own "The Santa Clause" or "The Santa Clause 2". Some AU may pop up. Just to clear a few things up! ;D
Chapter 1: "Quiet, Penelope!"
The doorbell rings, and I blink my gray eyes. I yawn, stretch, rub the sleep out of my eyes, and sit up. My chestnut brown hair tickles my shoulders. The moonlight glints off of my engagement ring, casting rainbows everywhere. I throw on my fuzzy pink robe and get out of bed, turning the lights on. The doorbell rings again. Sighing, I open the door.
Charlie Calvin turns around. "Well. Long time, no see," I say, dryly. "Hello to you too, Penelope. Are you going to let me in this time?" He asks, as snow starts to fall. I rest my head on the door. He smiles, knowing I'm saying yes. I return his smile, still trying to wake up.
"So, besides the upcoming wedding next week, what's new?" He sits on the bench to take his boots off. "Nothing really. What about you and Danielle?" I ask, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "We're still dating. I'm going to propose to her tomorrow." He says, standing up. I notice a glint out of the corner of my eye.
Turning around, I see the necklace hanging from the handle of my pantry. The light makes the pendant sparkle. I smile, lost deep in thought. I remember the day I got it. It was Christmas Eve. I was almost 6 years old, and living with my father. Coincidentally, he was the next-door neighbor of Scott Calvin.
I ran down the hall, hearing my dad do the same. I squealed as he caught me by my waist. "Got you, angel!" He said, tickling me. I laughed and squirmed. He laughed with me. He scooped me in his arms and carried me to the living room, making airplane noises. We collapsed on the couch, laughing. The oven dinged.
"Turkey time!" We chorused together. "Ooh! You get to call dibs on the movie," Dad said, pouting. I giggled, as he got up and went into the kitchen. After we ate our dinner, Dad tucked me into bed. "Daddy?" I asked, before he went out the door. "Yes, angel?" He replied, turning around.
"Did you leave milk and cookies out for Santa?"
"Do you think he'll come?"
Dad sat down on my bed. "Of course he will, angel. You've been a very good girl this year. Why do you think he won't come?" Before I could answer, the doorbell rang. "Stay here, Penelope. I'll be right back."
I heard the door open. A cold draft made me pull the covers to my chin.
"Oh. Hello Charlie. What brings you here, at this hour?"
"Hi, Mr. Halloway. Is Penelope still awake?"
"I just tucked her in, but I'm sure she is. Would you like to talk to her?"
I heard Dad walking to my room. "Angel?" He said, gently. "Hmm? Oh, hi Daddy!" I said, sleepily. "Charlie's here. He wants to talk to you." Dad gave me a piggyback ride to the door. "Hey Penny!" Charlie said, looking excited. "Hey, Charlie!" I blinked away my sleepiness. "You've got to see this!" He grabbed my arm.
"Wait!" Dad said, sternly. I looked at him. "Daddy, may I please go with Charlie?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him. He contemplated for a bit. "Oh, all right!" He agreed. "Yay!" I clapped my hands. "But, you have to dress warmly and wear your boots," he added. "Okay," I grumbled, grabbing my puffy jacket and putting it on over my pink princess nightgown.
I put my white boots on and Dad put a hat on my head. "Just remember, be back before morning!" Dad teased. "I promise!" I said, as Charlie dragged me out the door. "Okay, Charlie, you dragged me out here in the middle of the night. What am I supposed to see?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
"Look up on the roof of my dad's house." He replied, pointing at it. I did so, seeing a sleigh and reindeer.
"Yep. Santa's sleigh."
"But where's Santa?"
"My dad killed him."
We were silent for a while. Then Charlie said: "Have you ever seen a reindeer up close?" I said I hadn't. "Well, come on then! Oh, and be careful on the ladder. It's a bit wobbly." Charlie said, as we walked to his house. We climbed up the ladder, and stood on the roof.
"There you are, Charlie! Oh. So Penelope's the someone you 'had to get'?" Scott Calvin asked, somewhat dryly. Charlie nodded, sitting in the front of the sleigh. I moved closer to the reindeer. The one closest to me met my eye and nuzzled me. I giggled, petting its nose. "Pen-Penelope? Could you step away from the reindeer and go home?" Mr. Calvin asked. I stopped petting the reindeer, but didn't go back home.
"What's wrong?" He sighed. "The ladder's gone. I can't go back home." I said, walking to the sleigh. "Well this is just perfect! I've got a reindeer guided sleigh, a Santa suit, and now I'm stuck with two 6 year old kids!" Mr. Calvin said, throwing his hands up.
I shrugged, getting into the sleigh. I sat in the front, next to Charlie. He grabbed the reins. "Charlie, have you done this before?" I asked. "Nope!" He replied, as the sleigh jerked forward. "Whoa!" All of us yelled, as the sleigh plummeted down.
"Up! Pull up!" I shouted. Mr. Calvin climbed into the front, making me slide into the side of the sleigh. He took the reins, said something to the driver of a truck next to him, and we soared into the sky. My stomach was in my throat. I clutched to the side of the sleigh, trying not to scream.
The sleigh landed on a rooftop. Mr. Calvin got out of the sleigh. "Well. That was fun," I said, releasing my vice grip from the sleigh. "Be quiet, Penelope." Mr. Calvin snapped. "Dad, don't be so mean! She was serious," Charlie chided. "It's okay. I didn't expect your dad to think that was fun. Besides, I'm used to people telling me to be quiet. My mom especially." No one spoke for a moment.
"Well, enough of that, shouldn't those presents be delivered, Mr. Calvin?" I asked, wiping the tears from my face. "You want me to go down the chimney, holding a bag of toys, in my underwear?" He said, incredulously. "Not in your underwear, Mr. C. You've gotta put on the suit!" I giggled.
"The suit? I won't put that on!" He sat back in the sleigh, grabbing the reins. "Let's go home!" He said, raising them. "What? Why?" Charlie and I asked. He set the reins down and stood up. "Because this whole thing is stupid!" He replied. "How come everything I want to do is stupid?" Charlie asked, sadly. Mr. Calvin sighed, getting out of the sleigh.
"I didn't say that," he said to Charlie. "You didn't not say it either!" I put in. "Quiet, Penelope!" He shouted at me. I shrank down in the sleigh, my eyes widening. Charlie looked very sad. I went into the back of the sleigh and sat next to the bag of toys. I heard rustling and Mr. Calvin muttering to himself. I said nothing.
"Don't forget the sash, Dad." Charlie mentioned. "Of course! How silly of me. This completes the whole ensemble." Mr. Calvin said, sarcasm in every word. "How do I look? Nice?" He asked, modeling the suit. I shrugged. "Look, Penelope. I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay? Now please stop pouting like a three year old!" He said. "Is there a list back there?" He asked. I shook my head, giving him the bag.
He took it, rising into the air. He yelled as he floated to the chimney. He was sucked down into it. My eyes widened. "So, is your dad the new Santa?" I asked. "Guess so, yeah." Charlie replied. Suddenly, I heard a dog bark and an alarm go off. A few seconds later, Mr. Calvin emerged in much the same way that he'd gone in. "How did it feel, Dad?" Charlie asked. "It felt like 'America's Most Wanted'!" Mr. Calvin replied, floating back to the sleigh.
I yawned, sleepily. I fell asleep, dreaming about nothing in particular. The sound of hammers and loud talking woke me up. "Wait Dad! Why doesn't Penny join us?" Charlie was asking. I blinked.
" 'Penny'? What's 'Penny'?" An unfamiliar voice inquired. "Penny's not a 'what'. She's a girl! My best friend, too." Charlie answered.
"Well, I'd love to meet her. That is, if Santa doesn't mind."
"Why would I mind? She's just a kid!"
"Dad, where is Penny?"
I sat up slowly, my hair still messy. I climbed out of the sleigh and looked at the place I was in. I found Charlie nearby. Actually, he found me. "Charlie, where am I?" I asked, dreamily. "The North Pole." He said, simply. Everything was like I'd always dreamed it would be: several floors, different machines everywhere, and elves working with smiles on their faces. "And you were right! My dad is the new Santa! He's talking to Bernard." Charlie explained.
"Who's Bernard?"" I asked, curiously. "Come on, I'll introduce you to him." He grabbed my hand and ran with me to his dad. "Dad!" He said, excited. "Yes, Charlie? Oh wonderful! You found her!" Mr. Calvin said.
"You must be the Penny that Charlie was talking about. I'm Bernard. The Head Elf of the North Pole." I shook his hand, noticing his pointed ears underneath his black curly hair. He had very odd clothes on, but I supposed every elf dressed like him. "Pleased to meet you, Bernard. And it's Penelope actually. Penelope Halloway."
"Ah, Penelope! Of course! Doesn't your dad call you 'angel'?" Bernard asked. "Y-yes. But how-" "Elves are required to know nicknames. It makes putting names on toys easier." Bernard explains, a bit too quickly. I opened my mouth to speak again, but Mr. Calvin put his hand over my mouth. "Haha, little chatterbox, isn't she?" He smiled at Bernard.
"All right, Santa. Let the poor girl go." Bernard sighed. "But if I do, she'll start talking again." He replied, exasperated. "I think you're exaggerating just a bit." Bernard said, amused. "No. I'm not. The only times she doesn't talk is when she's doing her homework, reading, watching TV, or sleeping." Mr. Calvin said, his hand still over my mouth.
"Hmmpph mmmm mmph mphh mmm mhmph mphhhh hmph mmhph. Mmph mphh hmpmh mmmph hmmmph!" I said, through his hand. "What?" He asked, releasing me. "I said: That's only because my mom hates talking to me, and my dad loves to talk. Also, that's the reason why they got a divorce!" Mr. Calvin pointed at me like he was going to say something. But all he did say was: "… Oh." And then he left. "I'm sorry for your troubles, Penelope." Bernard said, sincerely. "It's okay. He just doesn't understand. You see, Charlie's my only friend and the only one I really feel comfortable to tell my secrets to."
Bernard looked at me, a softer expression on his face. "Penelope- Can I call you Penny?" He asked. I nodded. "Penny, I want you to have something." He opened his leather bag and pulled out a necklace with a beautiful glass pendant on it. He put it around my neck. "Anytime Charlie's not there, and you want to talk to someone, just hold the pendant and you'll appear here. There are plenty of elves to talk to." He smiled, kindly.
"Thank you, Bernard. I just wish there was something I could give to you." I said, feeling guilty. "Elves never get gifts." He said, quickly. Something came to me. "Close your eyes!" I exclaimed. Hesitantly he did. I walked closer to him and, standing on my tiptoes, I kissed his sparkly cheek.
I could tell he was surprised. Standing back on the ground and blushing, I told him he could open his eyes.