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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 5
December 23
He tried to reach Bruce the night before, but he was ‘out’. He hoped it was nothing they needed his help with. Though if they did, he was sure they would have called, and beamed him out. J’onn once more looked outside from his hotel room. The city works crews had been hard at work during the night. The streets were now good and clear, though wet from the melting salted snow. The sidewalks were a bit slushy, but people still trudged through to get where they were going. From his room window, he could see the overhead sidewalk, Ped-way if he remembered right, that lead from the Scotia Square mall, to the Delta Barrington Hotel across the street, then another ped-way from the back of that building, that lead across the many streets below, to another hotel, and the casino. The city wasn’t like Las Vegas, but it did have a large casino gambling complex right on the waterfront, though he himself couldn’t see the point of gambling.
To the left, towards the inner harbor, he could see the tops of cranes, and what looked like a small shipyard. Maybe having a better look around today would be a good idea. He’d yet to see the Citadel Hill site, and there were other attractions, though holiday oriented, that he could take in. It was just after ten in the morning, and the sun was up with just a few clouds in the sky, and from what he could see of the few trees, there was very little winter wind. Again, not that the cold really bothered him.
Coat in hand, city map in the pocket, and keys in the other, J’onn headed out. He tipped the young man for fetching his car, and drove off. Kevin did say that the citadel was just behind the hotel and up the hill, and according to the map he could take a right at the next set of lights. The traffic was light, most everyone was at work finally, so right he went.
Finding parking was easy enough, and Kevin was right when he said that the inner museum of the hill was closed for the winter, but the main clock tower was really the symbol of the hill. The church like structure overlooking the city, with four clock faces displaying the time; though who’s bright idea it was to use a dark blue face with black hands and numbers had to be crazy. You could hardly see it from a distance. J’onn took a picture of it, with more of the Harbor in the back ground, then he took a few more pictures of the city view.
“Where to from here?” asked a young man behind him. J’onn turned to see him talking to his lady friend. He got a vibe of young lovers from the two.
“Usually I’d say the public gardens, but they’re closed. Why don’t we go to the movies?” she replied, and the two headed off.
J’onn looked at his map, the public gardens was an entire city block just behind and to the east from the hill. It must have taken great care from the city to maintain such a vast garden space. There were several small ponds on the map inside the garden space.
Then he noticed in the other direction on the map, the symbol for museum. Well, he may as well check it out, so off he went, taking a few extra pictures along the way.
Abbie stacked the last of the purchases in the trunk of her car. Her Christmas shopping was done. All she needed to do now, was pick up a few food items for the Christmas party, wrap the last of the presents, and that would be it. She already had her Secret Santa present wrapped, and though it wasn’t great for ten dollars, which was the limit they were allowed to spend, she felt it was unique enough that no one else would have thought of it.
She turned her car from the Scotia Square parking lot, and headed up the hill. She had to be careful, as did everyone else, the small patches of water that were trickling across the road, were beginning to freeze, causing a lot of cars to spin their wheels. When she’d get on one of these patches, she’d spin a little, but then the studs in her tires would bite into the ice and pavement, and she’d be able to continue on up the hill. It was just the unlucky soul in front of her that didn’t have studded tires that she had to watch out for.
Out the 102 Highway from the back of Halifax seemed to be her best option, but as she got up the hill further, what little traffic there was, had come to a stop. At first she thought it was the lights, but after the line slowly began to advance again, she saw what had happened. A minivan coming out of the Citadel parking lot had slid on the ice, right into the oncoming traffic, colliding with a police car, of all vehicles.
“Oh dear,” she said aloud, as other officers converged on their college and the driver of the van. No one seemed hurt, but it was definitely going to put a crimp in a few holiday plans, especially this close to Christmas. Behind the van she could see three other cars, gratefully not involved in the accident, but held up to give their statements as to what had happened.
Abbie got through the next set of lights and headed down the street. She’d been in a few winter accidents herself; even rolled her car over, two actually, but was grateful that she hadn’t been seriously hurt. She was glad that no one was hurt here. Well, maybe just the officer’s pride.
It wasn’t long before she was on the highway, heading towards home, though she did have a few hours of work ahead of her before she got home, it was easy enough to do, and it was a little extra money.
“DAMN!!” she exclaimed to herself. “I forgot the breakfast foods for Christmas day.” He carefully tallied up her remaining money, three dollars and twenty seven cents. Nope, that wouldn’t do it. She’ll have to wait till she got paid the next day. “Beacon, eggs, cheese, green and red peppers,” she spoke into her phone’s recording mode, “Juice, spaggettie, hamburg,” that would be lunch, “turkey gravey, frozen begies, milk, and hot chololate.” And that was super and breakfast the next day taken care of. She and her father were heading to her cousin’s on Boxing Day. “Abbie, how could you forget the breakfast?”
Ok, so her Christmas shopping wasn’t finished after all, and she still needed to find a date for the Christmas party.
Ok, talking with the police over an accident he witnessed was not the highlight of his visit. But the officers seemed rather polite when they questioned him. No one was hurt, and the accident did happen rater quickly. He hadn’t realized that the van ahead of him was sliding into danger, till the police car, though attempted to avoid the van, slammed into the vehicle. Gratefully speeds weren’t that fast, and airbags went off as they should. Everyone was shaken up, but otherwise ok.
The museum, as it turned out, was closed for the holidays, so leaving the car where it was, J’onn walked down the street to where the public gardens were, and walked around the block, looking in through the bars of the iron fence. Along Spring Garden road, there was a young man selling his artworks, using the fence as a place to hang some of the larger pieces.
There was one that caught his eye, not really for himself, but as a gift for Green Lantern, or even Shiera. A pair of birds in a nest, one nestled in, the other standing protectively over its mate. The nest was depicted on a high pole, rather odd, but well supported, and above other trees in the background. He knew John liked birds of prey, and even had a few smaller pictures of the creatures on his wall. An American Bald Egale, and several other eagle types, but this one he knew John didn’t have.
“Excuse me,” he asked the man. “What birds are those? I’ve not seen them before.”
The man put his coffee cup down, still steaming, and stepped up to the fence. “Those are Osprey, Nova Scotia predator birds. My brother took a picture of them when they moved the nest off the power lines along the highway. I painted them into a more wooded scene.”
“Moved from a power pole?”
“Yes,” the man continued, and picked up a newspaper, several months out of date. “You must be from out of town.”
“The States.”
“Ah, my point. Look here,” he held up the front page of the paper. “Nova Scotia power crews under the direction of Fisheries and Oceans, had to move the nest from the high voltage powered line supports, to a nearby pole that was set up, and set higher than the power pole. As long as the spot the nest was moved to was higher than the original spot, the Osprey wouldn’t rebuild on the power lines. It also had to be done before the eggs were lain. This was right along the 118 highway just this last spring.”
J’onn looked at the article, then back at the picture. “I’ll take it. How much?”
“Ninety dollars,” the man replied.
J’onn happily gave him the money, and the man carefully wrapped the picture in stiff brown paper, including a business card of a local framing shop where he could get the artwork framed. He decided to let John, or Shiera, do that. Some people were very particular about the frames in their homes. Also he believed that John should receive the painting for both of them, as he was unsure if Shiera had taken up new residence, or was still living with John.
The painting safe in his hands, he headed on down the street. He’d decided that he would circle the gardens, then go back to his car, and decide where to go from there. He’d heard of a woman named Peggy, and how she had her own cove with a lighthouse and everything. Maybe he’d go there. It was apparently a very popular spot, a much publicized and visited place, not to mention the great number of postcards of the famed lighthouse at the different stores. Maybe there was a mall or something there. Either way, it would give him something to do. He already had his Christmas Eve and Christmas Day activities planned. All he had to do, was get through today.
He had to admit though. A garden wasn’t much to look at in winter. Arriving at the street where he’d started his round, he turned back towards the museum, noting that there was an unusual obstruction in the road. A horse, large brown with a white stripe down its face, wearing a stable blanket over its back, red with white trim. Not only that, the horse was walking straight down the center line of the street, without a human escort. The cars were stopping, some honking their horns, and he could tell by the tossing of the animal’s head, it was getting agitated, nearing panic. Putting his hand up to an oncoming car, J’onn stepped out to the road, and up to the animal, quickly catching the lead rope hanging from its head collar. The horse seemed to calm somewhat, after a minor struggle, and J’onn lead the animal back to the safety of the sidewalk, much to the delight of the drivers around him.
The horse seemed to look straight at J’onn for a moment, before lowering its head to his pocket, where J’onn kept a secret stash of Oreo cookies. “You like them too, hu?” he asked the animal. “What am I going to do with you? I don’t think the hotel I’m staying at allows pets, let alone horses.” The horse tugged at the lip of his pocket. “No you don’t. Those are mine. You can share anything else I may eat, but the Oreos are mine.” He looked around, hoping that someone would be coming for the animal, he couldn’t just tie it up on the sidewalk. “Well, you came from this direction,” he said to the beast. “Let’s head back, see where you live.” Sure enough, a few yards up the street, there was a sign, ‘Halifax Bangel Lancers Stables’. J’onn looked at the horse. “Seemed easy enough.” It was little wonder he didn’t see it on his way to the gardens. The sign faced the returning direction. He headed into the barn, where one of the hands looked up from a stall.
“Hey! What are you doing with that horse?” he asked harshly, stepping out and taking the lead rope from him.
“Keeping it off the street,” J’onn stated flatly, and told the hand what had happened. The barn hand tossed the lead rope back to J’onn and ran out the back way, calling several other barn hands with him.
Sure enough there were some police already outside, handcuffing a couple of young boys, and securing the gate of one of the pastures. The officers had been walking the street, when they saw the boys in the pasture, trying to herd the horses out the open gate. The officers quickly blocked the horses’ path, and kept them; well most of them, from running away, and managed to catch the two boys. The barn hands came back and took the horse from J’onn and lead the animal back to its stall. Again J’onn had to give a statement to the police as to what he saw, what he did, when, and why; though the why being quite obvious. Once the police were satisfied he wasn’t related to the boys, J’onn continued on his way to his rental car, only to find it had been vandalized. Spray painted all down one side.
He hoped that Bruce remembered to get the full insurance coverage on the car when he rented it. J’onn turned and flagged the departing officers to the parking lot, he had a feeling the boys were the culprits. He could just hear the conversations now when he got home. ‘I spent most of my time talking to the police. I may as well have stayed behind on monitor duty.’ Batman was going to love this. He could tell it was going to be a long day.
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