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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)
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“She Kidnapped me for Christmas!”
By jemstone5
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ALL
Chapter 4
December 22
Ok, so driving wasn’t such a great idea. The traffic was terrible, the snow was coming down in huge fluffy flakes, and had been doing so sense early predawn hours, and the roads were a mess. The plows were out, but the temperature wasn’t doing anything to help with the melting of the snow and salt. And more snow just kept coming down.
“So where are you now?” asked the man on her cell phone.
“I’m just getting to the lights at Beaver Bank and Sackville Drives,” Abbie replied. “I was at the top of the hill twenty minutes ago. What the heck is going on?”
“You might want to go home. It’s a real mess,” suggested the man.
“You’re the radio guy with your finger on the traffic of Metro, what gives? Is there a way around this or not?”
“If you know one, let me know. I’ll be right back, need to go on air.” Abbie turned her radio back on, and pressed her phone to her chest so there wouldn’t be interference. “That was Faith Hill and where are you Christmas, one of my personal favorites. Little bit of traffic for you on your commute this afternoon. There’s been an accident, two actually, on the Magazine hill, one on the inbound side, and one outbound. The outbound lane being affected by road conditions, one car off the road that had another collide with the tail of that car. The inner left lane is open, emergency crews and police are on scene. The inbound lane however, near the Bedford Merg, had a collision between cars in both lanes, one trying to avoid a deer trying to cross the road. The deer is ok, the cars, not so much.
“There’s also been an accident on the inbound lane of the 102 highway to Halifax, at the Bedford interchange, right at the 101 to 102 on ramp. Traffic is backed up clear into Sackville’s Beaver Bank road. Abbie! What have you got for us out there?”
Abbie quickly put her phone to her hear. “Oh great! Put me on the spot why doncha,” she laughed. “Twenty minutes to get down the hill just above the Irving Station, here in Sackville. Folks, if you can turn around, and go home, do it. Cause we ain’t going nowhere tonight.”
“Thanks Abbie, You heard it folks, the weather outside is frightful, but at home, would be the place to be delightful. So be careful on your commute, remember to slow your roll. Coming up, we got some Vince Gill, Tailor Swift, and the Royal Guardsman. Someone tell Santa Blitzen is hoppin’ around out there! He’s supposed to be at the North Pole!” The station then when to Commercial about tire service, ad Abbie turned off the sound as her Announcer friend came back on the line. “Better now Abbie?”
“Oh yeah, lots. I’m never gona make it to...wait a second.”
“What’s up?”
“I got an opening, I can hang a left on a side street and make it to the grocery store after all. Bye!” and that’s what she did. There was an opening in the oncoming traffic that she could merge over into it, go forward a few feet, and turn left onto a side street, before the next slug of traffic came up the hill. Hopefully there would be wiser people than her; and hundreds of others, who would take one look outside, AND STAY HOME! What an afternoon to go shopping.
What a night to go shopping. All day J’onn had been fighting his way through traffic, and of course, the car wasn’t going where it was supposed to with all the snow on the roads. He’s had to be pushed out of several snow banks already today, many of his rescuers saying that where he came from he must not get a lot of snow. Which in a way was true. He spent most of his time on the space station, and when he wasn’t there, he’d be someplace warm. Not that the cold bothered him. He just didn’t see the point of going out of his way to get into a place that had been hit by a blizzard.
Again the driver behind him had honked his horn. What was he wanting of him. He was stuck! He couldn’t go anywhere. There were cars all around him. Again, the guy honked his horn. He could easily intrude in the human’s mind and tell him to calm down, and wait, but, that would be using his powers, and he’d made a promise to Batman that he wouldn’t use them until he got home. He’d already cheated. Just as he thought that, his phone rang.
“This is J’onn,” he said quickly, anything to distract from the surroundings.
“J’onn, I was just checking up on you,” Batman stated. “You’re standing in the middle of a four lane road. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing, just stuck in traffic.”
“That’s gona be some cab fare.”
“It’s not a cab. I’m driving, or trying to anyway.”
“I’ll tell Alfred to keep off the roads when you get back to Gotham.”
“Your vote of confidence is inspiring,” again the driver behind him honked his horn.
“What was that?”
“Even here there are some rude drivers. I’m in a traffic jam, in a city that has been in a blizzard since early hours this morning.”
“And you’re out driving in it? How much experience have you had?”
“I have to admit, none. I gleaned the basics of driving from those around me,” he could see the scowl already on Batman’s face, “I’m sorry, I was getting bored at the hotel.”
“I’ll forgive you this once, and only once.”
“Point taken. Though I have to say, this driver behind me is getting on my nerves. I’m tempted to pull off somewhere and fly back to the hotel.”
“OH NO! You got yourself into this traffic jam, you drive yourself out.”
Again the man honked his horn. “Just a minute…”
“J’onn, don’t wipe his memory…J’ONN!”
J’onn opened the door to the car and stepped out. He looked at the man behind the wheel of the car behind him, who rolled his window down just a little. “WHERE DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GO?” he asked loudly. “STRAIGHT UP!!!!?” The man in the car put his hands up in defeat. J’onn got back in the car, fastened his seat belt, and put his phone to his ear. “There, that should do it.”
“You know,” Batman stated, “that could be arranged for him.”
“No Batman, the super magnet is not to be used in that manner,” J’onn stated firmly. “Besides, the watch tower isn’t in the correct orbital alignment.”
“And Flash says you don’t have a sense of humor.”
“Tell me, what do you think Alfred would like for a gift?”
“You never know. His interests vary. Though he has been wanting a new cook ware set. He’s been talking about it for months.”
“Oh? Did you get it for him?”
“Can’t. Sold out everywhere I went. You’d think it was the last set on the planet. I still have orders out, but at this rate, I don’t think I’ll be able to get it for him. And that’s disappointing.”
“What’s it called?”
“The Comentcery Cook set. The big one, with all the bits included. I can find a few of the pieces, which I got, but I can’t find the full set anywhere. Even the manufacturers are out.”
“Anything else?”
“He’s fond of teas.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Gotta go, we’re moving.”
“How many feet?”
“Funny,” and he put the phone down. Gratefully the traffic moved swiftly after that, and he was able to turn off to the large Halifax Shopping Center. It was another of the indoor malls, and boasted a great number of stores. Hopefully there would be something here for Superman, Wonder Woman, Hawk Girl, Batman, and of course Alfred. Maybe there was also a place where he could find that coin in a collector’s card for Flash. He parked the car, locked it, and headed inside. Sears was a huge name store, and was to the left as he entered, so in he went.
Women’s lingerie. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Merry Christmas, Sir. Looking for something for the wife?” J’onn eyed the elderly, yet eager clerk.
“Not exactly. I have two lady friends, and I’d like to get them both something…that their other friends wouldn’t normally get, yet, also not so…” his sleeve button caught on the string of a…well…he could say dental floss, for that’s really all this bit of ladies underwear was. “…brazen, shall we say,” he finished, putting the garment back, and prayed Superman wasn’t looking for him at that very moment.
“Alright, well, how about a nice set of Pjs.”
“Excuse me?”
“Pjs,” the woman repeated. “Pajammas.”
“Oh, I’ve never heard that term before.”
“Not from around here?”
“No. Further south mostly.”
“Really, well, let’s get you straightened away, before you go home for Christmas.”
He didn’t want to go into the whole, not going home till after Christmas, routine, it was getting old real fast. She showed him some Pjs, and he selected two sets, one a tartan blue, the colors of Nova Scotia, and another of white with red trim, the national colors of Canada, just no leaf. The lady was kind enough to put the sets in boxes, and slid them in a bag.
“Is there anything else?” she asked, handing back his change.
“Yes, where are your pots and pans located?”
“Second floor. Off the Escalator, hang right. When you get to the baby’s cribs, go left, and you’re there.”
“Cribs?”
“You’ll see. Escalators are right over there. Up is on the far side.”
“Thank you.”
“Merry Christmas.”
Merry Christmas. Yes, but what did it all mean? He’d come here to experience the Christmas holiday, and so far, all he’s been through has only re-enforced the idea that Christmas…was a pain. He was better off with the Kents. Next year, he’d know better.
He found his way to the ‘House Wares’ department, and at once started looking over the pots and pans sets. There had to be a set of that cookware somewhere here. There weren’t as many people in Halifax, as there were in Gotham or other cities, surely there had to be that cookware set somewhere. A clerk finally came over, just before J’onn could bring down a display of Corning ware; reputed to be unbreakable, but obviously never Marsian tested.
“Can I help you sir?” the man asked gleefully, catching a lid, before it had a chance to leave its stand.
“Yes. I’m looking for The Comentcery Cook set. Do you have any?”
“No, everyone is looking for that set. We sold out in early December. You’d think there was gold in those pots.”
“Oh, well, never mind. Do you know if there’s a tea shop in the mall?”
“Not off hand, no. Sorry sir. Is there anything else?”
“No, that’s alright.”
“Merry Christmas, Sir. Have a safe drive home.”
J’onn headed for the main mall entrance to head out to the second level of the shopping center. Maybe there was another shop around that carried pots and pans.
“Excuse me.” J’onn turned around to another customer, a woman about 50 years old or so, sporting a red coat and white scarf. “I think I saw that pot set, over at Apple Bee Rose, straight ahead, and left, on the left hand side, if I remember.”
“Thank you.”
“Your wife will love it. Merry Christmas.”
J’onn watched the kind lady head back into Sears. Did he look Married?
Sure enough, the store was right where the woman said it would be, and he got the last box of the pot set, only because the woman who had to leave it behind, didn’t have enough cash, nor room on her credit card to buy it first. Just as she’d left to find her husband to get his credit card, he stepped up and asked the clerk to ring it through for him. He felt bad that he stole the purchase from the other customer, but the clerk did say that the woman didn’t ask to have the set held till she got back. Alfred will be happy though. He draped his coat over the box so it wouldn’t be seen. He needed to get this back to the car but quick, without it being seen by the other woman.
You know, the season may not be that great, but this shopping for scarce items thing…this had potential. He was definitely coming back in.
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