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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 entertainme, and i don't make money off this stoyr. it's purley for fun.
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)
Feedback: Please, yes lots.
Forward to others: would be flattered if you did.
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“She Kidnapped me for Christmas!”
By jemstone5
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ALL
Chapter 3
December 21
Well, Kevin was right about the play. It was funny, currently though he couldn’t think about the play without smiling. He’d have to share his memory of the play with Bruce when he returned. Maybe it would crack a bigger smile on his face for once.
He’d had a chance this morning to locate the glass shop he was told about. It was interesting, though the staff wouldn’t let him into the actual workshop, he could only see the glass blowers from a window inside the shop. He purchased a lovely three colored vase for Clark’s mother, and had it carefully wrapped in tissue paper to survive the journey home. Practically every store he passed had wrapping paper for sale, so he picked up a couple roles as he went. He couldn’t help but notice the clerks face to his response about gift tags.
“What do you mean tags?” he asked. The poor girl was in shock. Her face lost all expression for a total of fifteen seconds, her eyes darting back and forth as though searching her memory for the appropriate response, but finding nothing, and her mouth just hung open for the full time, without even a breath. Tags? Why would he need tags? He knew who the gifts were for.
“To…address the gifts,” she finally said. “It’s only a few days away, and when things get busy, even you would forget which wrapped gift is for who.” She held up a sleeve of tags that a previous customer had left behind. J’onn just nodded. The clerk also held up a roll of tape from a stand next to her cash. “Do you have tape?” J’onn shook his head and the tape was added to the bag. This buying wrapping paper was getting to be a huge undertaking. At least wrapping the box wouldn’t be a problem…
…Or so he thought. How hard can it be to wrap paper around a box? But he couldn’t quite get the ends right. It was either not enough on either end to cover the box completely, or, he’d have too much on one end, and not enough on the other, and he’d have to undo all that taping to get it right. Wasn’t there a charity table in the mall that offered to do this?
Yes. And that’s where he was, the box in one hand, and a stuffed bag of paper in the other. The woman behind the table smiled as J’onn just handed over the box and bag. He never said a word, but it was obvious to the women at the table, that he’d tried, and had enough. J’onn watched as the woman wrapped the box, watching how she pulled the paper around the box and made sure it covered well, before taping it down. So that’s how it was done!
The box wrapped, a lovely donation of fifteen dollars, and he was off. That’s when he noticed the bank. He still hadn’t gotten his money exchanged. Well, better late than never, so over he went, brushing up against a lady in an open blue coat and business suite, as she hastily left the bank. “Sorry,” she offered and hurried down the hall. J’onn shook his head. Even in Canada, people were in a hurry during the holidays.
“There you are, Miss Sonders, will there be anything else?”
The young woman looked at the bank clerk, if only. “An extra pair of hands, a second car, a few more days till Christmas. Can you manage that?” she asked sarcastically.
The woman smiled. “No. Things piling up on you?”
“You have NO idea, take care,” she quipped and walked away, almost knocking over a man at the entrance, with an elegantly rapped gift as she went. Someone was going to be happy he took the time to wrap it first, or disappointed. “Sorry,” she offered, and headed down the hall.
The afternoon conference was about to begin, and she had to set up her camera still. But she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to pick up the books from the book store while she was here. Her father, and a few of her friends had been mentioning the book for some time, she was just glad that the store still had three copies left; the last three copies. But that still left her with a quick trip to the bank, before the session. She just had to get across the food court to get to the hotel.
‘Oh man, the liquor store. I forgot the wine!’ She’d promised herself that she’d buy a bottle of wine for her aunt and uncle this year, and as often as she gets near a liquor store; maybe twice a year, she’d never get it. Quickly she grabbed her cell phone and dialed a number. “Kevin, its Abbie, where’s Lisa?”
“She’s in the ladies room. I’m holding her coat.”
“So you’re at the conference room now?”
“Yeah.”
“Great. I need a favor.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on Kevin, I do stuff for you and Lisa all-de-time. I need help, & I’m not kiddin’ ‘round.”
“Ok, ok. What do you need?”
“My video camera is in the bag on the coat rack, inside the room, you know what it looks like. My tripod is there too. I need you to set it up near a plug. You don’t have to worry about hooking up any cords or not, just put the camera on the tripod, plug it in, and start recording if I don’t get there in time.”
“Where are you?”
“Up to my neck in wine. Will you do that for me?”
“I’ll try.”
“No Kevin, no ‘I’ll try’s, just do it.”
“Ok, ok. Bye.”
She clicked her phone closed. If she’d spoken to Lisa directly, she’d have more confidence that the set up would get done right, but Kevin, not so sure. She quickly grabbed one of the clerks and asked where the Blue Ocean two packs were that she’d seen in the flyer. The clerk smiled and showed her the way.
After the conference, to which Kevin missed the first fifteen minutes of, before she noticed the camera wasn’t recording; thankfully she didn’t miss that much; Abbie collected her gear, and her extra bags, and tried to make it back to her car, without dropping anything this time. The evening session the night before was good. She gained a lot of information that would help her in her business, but as the speakers had said, they would likely listen to them tonight, but forget all about it the next morning, because of the holidays. That was one reason why she loved her video camera, she could play it back at any time. “Rebeca,” she called, as she spotted her office manager before she had a chance to leave the conference room. A slender woman with raven black hair, but bearly stood 4 foot 10. You wouldn’t know it though by the way she commanded herself.
“Abie! Did you record all that?” she asked as she saw the tripod.
“Missed the first tiny bit, but that’s ok. You said you’d let us know today when the Christmas party was rescheduled to?”
“Yeah, Christmas Eve, of all times. But, you do what you gotta do.”
“Awesome, I’ll spread the word, and we’ll all be there.”
“Great. You’re bringing someone this year, right?”
Abbie jostled with her belongings. “Yeah,” she replied, which was really a lie. She and her ‘fella’ had broken up last month, but she hadn’t told anyone that. No one had met him yet anyway, so there was no real loss, only to her. “I’ll bring someone.”
“Great! Really looking forward to this guy you keep talking about.”
“Yeah,” and she watched them walk away, before she could even ask for their help in carrying SOMETHING. ‘Can’t wait for you to meet ‘him’ either.’
Back at her car, several dropped and recovered items later, she sat behind the wheel trying to think of someone who she could bring to the Christmas party, that hadn’t already met her associates, who wasn’t already either married, or involved with someone; and most of all, who wasn’t her father. So far, nothing came to her. “God my love life sucks,” she said aloud, and turned on the ignition. Too bad she couldn’t invite that nice man from the elevator. She dropped her tripod again, and was trying to straighten the shoulder straps of her laptop bag, her camera bag, and her purse when it happened, all the while carrying the bags from the book store AND the liquor store in her other hand. Why can’t people make nylon straps that stayed on your shoulder? The man in the elevator kindly picked up her tripod and held it till she was ready to take it. She thanked him and smiled, though she didn’t have a moment to ask for his number, as the doors opened on the lower level and she had to leave, or get trapped by those wanting to get on the lift.
Then she heard the voice of her favorite radio announcer. After backing out of the space, she picked up her cell phone, and hit the speed dial button for the radio station request line. Requests were over, but he would still be answering the phones.
Strange money these Canadians had, all different colors, and two different coins for their one dollar and two dollar denominations, called the Loonie – all gold in color, and the Townie – a silver ring with a gold center. Then there were the images. Strange people. Though he had to admit, the Loonie seemed to fit the idea of Flash. It had he image of a water bird on one side. The clerk at the bank explained it was called a Loon, black mostly with a white ring around its neck, hence the nick name Loonie for he coin. The Queen of England’s head was embossed on the other side. He’d have to see if he could find a Loonie coin in some kind of collector’s card or something. He doubted that Flash collected coins, but he believed the speedster would appreciate the sentiment of its meaning. Even Canadians can be a bit crazy.
After assisting a lady in the lift with her camera tripod, while she readjusted her equipment bags and purchases, he went to the restaurant for dinner, though he didn’t order much, it was sure expensive. He’d have to find another place to eat. Maybe tomorrow he’ll go for a drive. Thinking that on his return to his room, he gathered the books and maps of the city, and started plotting his course, using the phonebook’s yellow pages as a guide. The major shopping centers seemed to be his best bet. There were sure to be other stores and sites along the way.
He just had one problem. He didn’t know how to drive.
He’d called a cab the previous night to take him to and from the play. He wanted to enjoy looking around more on his first night out, so a cab was the best choice. He’d have to find someone who drove, and glean the knowledge from them. Hopefully Canadians didn’t pass out from the ‘gleaning’ process as the Americans seemed to do quite often. Too bad he hadn’t thought of that when he was in the elevator with the woman.
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