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She Kidnapped Me for Christmas!	By : jemstone5 Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 2210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan fiction. I do no own the Justice League series. The places are real, the additional people are semi real, the names have been changed to protect the insane. :D I DON'T make any money on the publication of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Justice League, they belong to warner brothers entertainment.
Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. the places are real, the people, are semi real, the names have been changed to protect the insane. :D this is how i see a christmas happening if i were faced with the situation. if you don't like it, don't read it.
WARNING: I havent' really decided what this fic will contian, so this warning will change chapter to chapter. i will say, expect some maritime Humor, and yes, i am a maritimer, so i know a thing or two about it.
ADDITIONAL WARNING: There will be laughs.
Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)
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“She Kidnapped me for Christmas!”
By jemstone5
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ALL
Chapter 2
Halifax…’nuf said
“You have to be cruel to be kind,” Bruce said, as Alfred put a modest travel suitcase on the porter’s trolley. “You’ve got a one way ticket to Halifax. I’ll send a private jet for you the day after Boxing Day. Have you got your pass port?” J’onn, in his human disguise of a middle aged man, of average looks, to be sure he would not be noticed too much, patted his jacket pocket where he’d stored his passport. “You got your wallet?”
“Yes,” he replied looking it over once more. A suitable ID, driver’s license, some points cards from different stores, a member ship card to a gym, a debit and credit card, and a few dollars in cash. “I think I have everything.”
“Ok. Remember, this was your idea, just have a good time. See some sites. Oh do you have…?”
“Clark loaned me his digital camera. Though I have to admit, I’ve no idea how to use it.”
“It’s easy. Play with it on the plane. You’ll be met at the arrivals area, the person there will take you to a car, and then drive you to your hotel. You should have some street maps in the room when you get there.”
“Have a pleasant flight sir,” Alfred stated as J’onn turned to go.
“We’ll see you in a week, or so. Do you have…?”
“Cell phone right here, all emergency numbers are programmed in.”
“Ok.” Bruce waved to him, as the porter directed J’onn to the gate where he could pick up his ticket. “Why do I get the feeling he’s going to be in big trouble?”
“Perhaps sir, because he’s your friend, whom you know has never been on his own on in the city in this manner before. Not to worry sir, he’s a grown man. He can take care of himself.”
“In the states, perhaps, but in Canada? I’ve heard some wild stories.”
“Sir?” Alfred opened the car door for him, “I’ve never known you to take such stories at face value.”
“I’ve never been to Canada. I’ll have to make a point of going one day.”
“Indeed sir. Should I cancel the Monte Carlo trip?”
Bruce just looked at him, Alfred smiled and closed the door.
The Halifax airport was still under reconstruction, to expand their international flights and waiting areas. Some of the passengers who were on the plane with him, had speculated that an entire new terminal was going to be built, but such was obviously not the case. He picked up his small bag, with his Christmas gifted clothes inside, and headed for the main doors. Somewhere around here there was someone to pick him up. As he approached the main doors, he saw a young man, about 24 years old, with dark hair, a dark business suit and white pressed shirt and tie, with his name ‘Mr. J’onn J’onzz’ written in black on a white card. “I’m Mr. J’onzz,” he said to the young man.
“Wonderful to meet you sir,” he said, vigorously shaking J’onn’s hand. “Welcome to the Robert Stanfield International Airport; Formerly Halifax International.”
“Why rename it?” he asked.
“Politicians; besides, the airport itself is nowhere near the Halifax city center. I’m Kevin. I’ve been assigned to see you to your hotel sir. Can I take your bag?”
“I can carry it,” but the statement fell on deaf ears as the eager youth quickly took the bag and headed down the corridor of bustling people.
“If you’ll come this way sir, we have a car booked for you. Don’t get lost though. We Canadian’s are known for our hospitality, but don’t get between a traveler and their departure gate, you’ll get flattened.”
“In the politest possible way I’m sure,” J’onn whispered, and briskly walked after him. Heading down an escalator, they found themselves at the car rental counter, and a few moments later, in a dark blue coup, heading into the city.
“Is this your first trip to Halifax?”
“Yes. Is it far?”
“Not too far sir, about 45 minutes to your hotel. We’ll be passing through Dartmouth first, then heading over the bridge. You’ll be staying at the Delta Halifax, next to Scotia Square. Are you a gambling man sir?”
“No. Never really saw the point of it.”
“Ok. Well, if you’d like to check out the casino, just to say you were there, it’s connected via pedway, so you won’t have to take your heavy coat with you. The consiairs will be happy to help you find your way. There should be a Christmas concert going on in one of the show rooms. Perhaps you’d like tickets?”
“What’s it called?”
“I’m not sure, but I can find out.”
“Is it a Local show?”
“No, I think it’s one from the states, traveling and all.”
“Then no, I came to experience Christmas in Halifax, and that’s what I intend to do.”
“You’re not going home Christmas eve? What would your family think?”
“I don’t have a family. I mostly get adopted by my friends. This year is my gift to myself. Something I’ve never done. And here I am.”
“Well sir,” Kevin reached into his pocket and passed back a couple small pieces of paper. J’onn took the papers, tickets of some sort. “You’ll want to check this out then. My cousin’s church is putting on a play in Bedford. It’s called ‘Oops Wrong Chimney’, supposed to be hilarious. I was gona take my girl, but she got stuck working. You wanted a maritime show, you can’t get more maritime, than a local church putting on a play.”
“I can’t take your tickets.”
“Hey don’t worry about it. My cousin gave me those. I can get more. Besides, you’d be helping out the church. They’re having a food drive too, so if you can stop by a store and pick up a non perishable food item, that would be great.”
“Alright. Is this the address?”
“Yeah, I’d take you, but I promised my folks I’d help with the tree.”
“They didn’t want the tickets?”
“They saw the play a-couple-days-ago. Mom laughed herself nearly to a coronary.”
The way Kevin said ‘a-couple days ago’ all seemed to run together. It was interesting to hear. “Oh dear.”
“Hey, don’t sweat it. As long as your heart is strong, you’ll just bust a gut, I’m sure. A bit of advice, go to the bathroom first. Oh, I was told to get you this,” Kevin passed back a pocket sized tour book, “it’s got some of our, Christmas events going on it there.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I ask you something, and I promise, when you answer, I’ll shut up for a while.”
“Fine.”
“Do you actually know Mr. Wayne?”
“Yes I do. We work closely together. Why?”
“Hot damn! Oh sorry sir. The closest I usually get to people making that kind of money, is holding the doors to their limos as they drive away from the airport. Anywayz I’ll shut up now.”
J’onn smiled slightly as he noted yet another odd enunciation of commonly used words. Something told him he was going to have to get used to it. It was how the local populous spoke. Around him there were a few communities off the highway. Some with direct access, others you had to hunt for them either from further back, or further down the road. Then there was a huge lake, with; of all things, a dragon’s head sticking out of the water. “What?” he asked, more to himself than to Kevin.
“The Lake Dragon? Oh, that’s actually an interesting story.” J’onn didn’t really ask, but he listened anyway. “The way I heard it is this; for years there was this log, sticking up out of the lake, lodged in some rocks below the surface. People passing on the highway, and those that traveled the lake, and lived around the lake, called it the dragon log; ‘cause that’s what it looked like. The weather had worn the bark away, and rot had eaten away the wood enough that it did, indeed, look like a dragon with its mouth open. Complete with a worn out knothole for an eye.
“Then one day, a few years back now, someone came along and cut the log off below the water, so that faster boats wouldn’t have to worry about hitting it. When people saw that, there was an uproar. Someone even came out to the spot, and anchored a smaller dragon replica near the stump, with a sign above it asking, ‘Where’s mama?’. Headlines in the paper and local gazettes all read, ‘Miller Lake Dragon Slain’, it wasn’t long till someone came out and tacked on a plastic head of a dragon, just to make it stop.
“Since then, someone has actually carved a very nice likeness of a dragon’s head, and mounted it on the log below the surface. But for some, it just isn’t the same.”
“Did they ever find out who cut it off in the first place?”
“Hell-no!” Kevin’s voice shot up a couple octaves in his reply. “If he raised his head, he’d’ve been killed, so to speak. So, Miller Lake is the only Lake that can actually say, there’s a dragon in it. The Miller Lake Monster if you will.”
“And the replica smaller dragon?”
“Someone takes it in every winter. Not good to leave the youngins out in the cold ya know. They bring it back in the spring when the ice melts. Not that there’s much ice now. Things have been really mild so far this year. I hope the cold weather comes soon. I can hardly wait to play some lake hockey.”
They sat in silence again, till they approached signs that read, Burnside Industrial Park, to the right, Forest Hills Parkway to the right that would bring them left over the highway. A bit further than that, were signs for Dartmouth crossing, with a hotel, not yet completed. He guessed that if it were, he would have been staying there.
“Dartmouth crossing is one of our newest shopping areas. It’s a nice place, but if you plan to go, don’t take the bus, take the rental there and back. More reliable.”
“Thank you. What kind of stores are there?”
“The major ones, Canadian Tire with a Marks Work Ware House, Micheals arts and crafts, Wall Mart, Kent, Best Buy, Future Shop, there’s also a Golf Pro shop, then there’s the fancy lane, the more pricy stores. They’re trying to have a little ice rink made to skate in, but the weather isn’t co-operating. Mic Mac Mall is down here on the left. It’s one of the last indoor shopping centers in Dartmouth. The rate they keep tearing them down, we’ll be shopping strip malls for everything, including our groceries.”
“Why are they doing that?”
“Money, I think. Who knows with these guys. We’re just gona head left here, and down over the bridge, we won’t be too much longer.”
“That’s fine.”
“How long are you here for?”
“Till after Christmas.”
"All by yourself? Man that bites. You’re gona be alone for Christmas."
“Well, since I don’t have any family to spend the holiday with, it’s not so bad. So I decided to travel, and experience Christmas in other cities of the world. Maybe do it again next year.”
“Oh man, you gotta meet a friend of my girlfriend’s. She’ll have you laughing so hard, you won’t know Christmas is over, till after new year’s.”
“Oh?”
“She’s a hoot. A bit ah…” Kevin circled his finger next to his temple “…but that’s just my opinion. Just a sec, gotta pay a tole here.” The young man pulled up to a booth and handed the uniformed man a coin, received a piece of paper; a receipt most likely, and another coin in return and continued on. The bridge was large and green, with three lanes across. Currently two of those lanes headed across the expanse of water below them, towards the city on the other side. There were sidewalks, ON THE OUTSIDE of the structure, which really surprised him. Such a thing was just asking for trouble.
“You are now crossing, Halifax Harbor,” Kevin stated. “Ahead of us is, of course, Halifax. Citidal Hill is behind the hotel where you will be staying. You can walk around the outside at this time of year, but the inside is closed till spring. Bell Road, which is behind the Hill, has the Nova Scotia Natural History Musium, with a number of displays of local wildlife, most of which are hibernating now. There are several small shops around. The one I like best, is the glass blowers, on Hollis street, just under and behind the Delta Barrington, which is across the road from your hotel. If you have that hard-to-buy-for friend back home, nothing says unique, than a personally blown glass decoration or vase.”
“Thank you.” At the end of the bridge, Kevin steered the car right, down a hill and under the bridge they were just on, and continued down the main road. A few moments later, they went up an access ramp, and turned into a parking lot, at the top.
“Here we are sir.” Kevin steered the car to the main doors of the hotel, and got out, popping the trunk with the remote, and opening the door for J’onn to exit the car. “I can have the bellboy park the car, and bring you the keys. I hope you enjoy your stay in Halifax. If you like I can take you back to the airport when your flight is ready.”
“Thank you.” Alfred had explained the concept of ‘Tipping’ the people in the service industry, cab drivers, chuffers, wait staff, etc.; he also cautioned against being too generous, lest he be taken advantage of. But J’onn felt that the young man was helpful, and he did provide some good information, so he gave him twenty dollars.
“Thank you sir. US money, oh boy.”
“What? Isn’t it legal?”
“Of course, but you may want to go to one of the banks in Scotia Square, and get that exchanged for Canadian. Some smaller stores, don’t have access to the exchange like larger ones do. It would just be easier for everyone around.”
“Thank you, I’ll do that. Where do you go from here?”
“I go, right over there.” He pointed to a long green type of car. “I got a friend to drive me back to the office. You have a good stay, and I’ll be back after Christmas.”
J’onn watched the young man get into the waiting car, and drive away, making its way into traffic of the busy street, and disappear over the hill. He then nodded to the bellhop as he was told the car would be parked, and followed the doorman inside. There were two young women at the desk, who both smiled in greeting. J’onn took his room key, and followed the doorman over to the elevator, grabbing a local newspaper from a stand outside the ground floor restaurant adjoined to the lobby. At least he wouldn’t have to go far for dinner. The elevator opened, and several people stepped off, the last dropping what looked like a pile of pipes, and several papers and a nylon bag. The bellhop pushed the baggage trolley aside, and helped the woman pick up the items. J’onn stood to the side, sometimes, more than two pairs of hands was just too much.
“Thanks,” the woman stated, and jogged after her colleagues, who where calling after her. Obviously the hadn’t noticed she’d had trouble.
The baggage trolley on the elevator, J’onn followed, and proceeded up to the floor, where he’d been assigned. After asking where the closest bank was, J’onn gave a small tip to the man, and was left alone to get settled. A moment later, his cell phone rang, the screen displaying Bruce’s name. “Bruce?”
“Just wanted to see if you were settling in ok”
“You have impeccable timing. I just arrived.”
“Ok, its December 20th, you’ve got seven days to enjoy yourself. No one else has this number, so Flash won’t be calling to pester you. Have fun.”
“Thanks Bruce. See you in a week.” J’onn set the cell phone next to the bed, and gathered the maps, that were in the room, and started going over the street names, and the events listed in the book that Kevin had given him. There were five days till Christmas, perhaps now would be a good time to think about some shopping. As far as he knew, none of them had been to Canada. Perhaps some local items would be a nice touch. First though, a trip to the bank, he had a few hours before the play, maybe some shopping too.
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