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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 6
December 24
It took the rest of the morning to straighten out the insurance claim, and arrange for another vehicle from the rental company. It wasn’t that the company was lagging in its responsibility, nor the insurance company wanting to delay the claim, but rather the rental office didn’t have another car of the same sedan type of any model to replace the vandalized one with. Instead, J’onn found himself behind the wheel of a Smart Car. He felt very big, compared to the diminutive vehicle. Only two seats, barely a trunk, and very skinny wheels.
“Canadian’s drive these?” he asked the rental office clerk who showed him to the car.
“Oh yes. There’s a few on the roads now, but they’re fairly new, so they’re still getting out there.”
J’onn took the keys and got in the tiny vehicle. ‘These Canadians have to be crazy to drive these things.’ Of course he couldn’t be much wiser either. Just then his phone rang. “This is J’onn.”
“You know I’m the only one who calls you,” Bruce stated.
“Force of habit,” J’onn replied.
“I’ve been informed of a problem with the car?”
“Vandalized. The guilty pair also tried to release some horses from a city stable at the same time.”
“Not very bright.”
“Especially with a patrol car not far away. The car’s damage wasn’t discovered till a short time later.”
“Any trouble getting a replacement?”
J’onn looked around at the little car. “No,” he replied slightly embarrassed. “It’s just a little smaller than the other one.” – Understatement of the millennium – “They just don’t have any others to send out.”
“You happy with it?”
“I’ll survive. I’m only here for another few days.”
“How has your visit been? Vandalism aside.”
J’onn thought about it. Should he tell Bruce about the box of pots and pans? Na. “It’s ok. I haven’t really seen the Christmas that I saw with Clark, but, I think it’ll still be ok. Oh, I made a few purchases while I was here, I hope you don’t mind, I’ve mailed them to you, rather than pack them onto the plane.”
“You know it’s a private jet?”
“I hadn’t really considered that.”
“Not to worry. Overnight courier?”
“Yes. How’d you guess?”
“There’s a courier truck pulling up now. Did you say ‘How’d’?”
“It’s a Canadian thing”
“Right. You realize, you’re going to drive Superman up the wall.”
J’onn quietly smiled. “Bye Bruce.” It was Christmas Eve, and he had a few things to do. He wanted to prepare a small dinner for himself, but he needed to pick up a few things first. Looking around from the car rental office, he turned left, to find a hardware store he’d heard had a good sale on small toaster ovens. It was already nearing 2 pm, and he had a long way to go, and a lot to do.
She was finally finished work, it was almost 7:30 pm. She had Christmas presents for her friends loaded in her car, only when she went to reset a box that had fallen over, that she discovered she’d forgotten her oredervs that she’d planned to bring to the party. So adding that to her list, she headed off to the grocery store. She had just a half hour before the store closed for Christmas.
The weather was horrible too. Snow started falling just after three, and it quickly went from tiny flakes, to huge fluffy flakes, and piling on the ground, very quickly. She watched as a small black Smart car, spun its way into the parking lot ahead of her, feeling sorry for the poor driver. She wouldn’t trust a Smart car, no matter how economical on fuel it was reputed to be. She saw one on the back of a flat bed tow truck, after an accident. The only reason she knew it was a smart car, was the front end was the only part of the car that seemed still intact. She didn’t want to know how the driver faired in the accident. The roof of the car had been peeled back like the roll top of canned sardines.
“Keep that thing on the road tonight buddy,” she said aloud, but seriously, the other driver, never heard her.
After making a quick round of the parking lot, she parked her car, praying she was between the lines of the parking space, though with the snow accumulating on the ground as fast as it was cleared, she doubted it. She hopped out and skidded her way to the doors, locking her car with her remote as she went. Inside she picked up two bottles of pop from a front display, and headed in through the produce section to the frozen foods at the back, passing several people who had last minute shopping on their minds as well.
One person, a man in particular though older and not that attractive to be mooned over, was picking over the sweet potatoes, holding one in each hand as though weighing his options. She slipped slightly on the porcelain tile, but smiled at him kindly, as she quickly caught one of her bottles before dropping it. The man nodded and smiled back, then put one sweet potato back, and continued on.
Ok, he was definitely advising against Smart cars for the winter. The damn thing didn’t drive straight in the snow, it spent more time aiming itself to the ditch than down the road, and if it wasn’t for the slower speeds, he would not have been able to keep out of the ditch. And the darn thing didn’t like hills, sometimes the truck behind him would bring his bumper against the back end of the small; pain in the neck, car and give him a gentle push up the hill, just to get going themselves. He’d gone to three of the hardware store that had the sale on, but found nothing, and trying to find someone to help him locate the unit was even harder, not to mention the number of customers in the store.
Finally he was able to get a toaster oven, now he needed the food to cook in it. Nearest to the hardware store, he spotted a grocery store, so sliding his way into the parking lot was no problem. Finding a parking spot closest to the entrance he came in, was just lucky. Slowing a much as he could as he entered the parking lot, he was able to stop in the space. ‘oh boy,’ he thought, tuning off the engine. He really wasn’t looking forward to the trip back to the hotel. Getting out he returned a wave from a passing pedestrian, and headed into the store. Inside the main door he pulled over a left behind small cart, and slowly made his way past the displays of chocolates and biscuits, into the main part of the store. Beside the post office he picked up a flyer where on the back it had a recipe for a single person’s Christmas dinner. Turkey, white potatoes, sweet potato, corn and peas, gravey, and a small amount of dressing. Below the instructions, was the list of items to buy, along with alternative. Stopping in the produce section once in a while, he picked up the white potatoes, and was carefully considering the sweet potatoes. A small one the list said, but each one looked larger than his fist. How small was small for this dinner. He held up two of them, carefully considering each one.
As he did so, he saw a young woman pass in front of him, carrying two bottles of soda drink. He noticed that she’d looked right at him, just as she slipped on the wet floors. She didn’t fall, just slipped. Catching one of the bottles before it fell, she smiled at him, nodded slightly, and continued on. He nodded back, returned one of the sweet potatoes to the pile, took the other and continued on.
Ok, so finding the oredervs she wanted was proving more difficult than she though. Maybe something else. She did find a box of cream puff pastries, little bite sized ones, and was currently looking for chip dip, and corn ships. Rounding the end of an aisle, she ran right into someone, dropping her bottle of pop, which promptly broke open all over the floor.
“WATCH IT!” she cried, honestly worried that the person she’d run into would slip, more than being upset over the collision itself. She was in the wrong, she hadn’t been paying attention to where she was going. Sure that the person was safe, and not wet from the pop, she laughed, and turned to them. “I guess that bottle had just one more drop to make to fail the test.” She looked at the person she’d run into. “You? Oh man.”
Ok, he had his potatoes, he had a can of gravy, a can of cranberries (whatever they were), a can of corn and peas mix, he’d just picked up a box of stuffing mix, now all he needed was a small piece of turkey. The meat department was at the back of the store, so as he walked; pulling the tiny cart behind him till he got clear of the numerous people in the section, he consulted the back of the box to figure out how to cook the stuffing. Suddenly, just as he rounded the end of the aisle, someone ran into him. There was the distinct crushing sound of cardboard boxes, and a thud, as something hit the floor.
“WATCH IT!” a woman’s voice cried, though she wasn’t aggravated over colliding with him, her voice tone was all wrong. Then he heard a fizzing sound, and people mumbling something about keeping out of the buddle. J’onn looked at the floor, to see that the thud sound, had come from a soda bottle, which had just broken open on the floor. “I guess that bottle had just one more drop to make to fail the test.” The woman’s voice seemed almost jubilant, but why? She’d run into a stranger who wasn’t watching where he was going, she’d lost one of her purchases, and probably crushed most of everything else she’d intended to purchase. Who was this woman? “You? Oh man.”
J’onn looked at the girl as she started to laugh. “Is there something funny?” he asked the woman, who’s face was half covered by her hand as she laughed.
“I’m sorry,” she said, taking her hand a way. That’s when he recognized her. The woman from the produce section. “Really, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you, honest. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Then she spotted a clerk, one she knew. “Mike, my pop bottle failed the drop test.”
The clerk pulled the bucket and mop from around the end of the display. Someone had either told him, or he’d see what had happened, and was coming to clear up the mess. “I can see that,” he replied. “You two ok?”
“I’m fine,” J’onn replied, flicking a little liquid off the end of his foot.
“I’m a little crunched, but I’m good.”
“Ok, just stand aside, I’ll get you two clear in a minute.”
The puddle, or lake, of pop, had spread so much, that the only way the people could get clear was to walk through the mess, or go back up the aisle. Going back was out, as the aisle was now clogged with patrons who wanted to round the corner, and decided to wait. So they were stuck.
“I remember you from the produce section,” she said to J’onn.
“Yes. I’ve a feeling I’ve met you before, but we never had a chance to talk.”
“Not unless you were at the Delta Halifax last week,” she scoffed.
That was it! “As a matter of fact, I was,” he said. “Still am. You planning to carry that much in one trip again?”
Abbie looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise. “The elevator guy!”
J’onn couldn’t help but smile. “Yes. J’onn J’onzz.” And he extended his hand to her.
“Abbie Aiden, my mom’s idea. Thought that her kid with an ‘AB’ name would be first in line in elementary school. She forgot that some teachers, go by last name.” J’onn just nodded. “I’m sorry for running into you, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“It was bound to happen,” J’onn stated. “I was reading this box, and didn’t see you either.”
“Stove Top Stuffing? Don’t tell me you’re visiting from out of town, and can’t get home for Christmas.”
“Yes, and in a way, no. I’m from Gotham City,” sort of, “I came up here on business, and decided to stay and experience Christmas in Canada.”
“Experience Christmas? Ok, this’ll be good. How’s it going so far?”
J’onn considered the last few days. “I’ve never really enjoyed shopping as much before. But things never really change that much. Just yesterday, I rescued a horse in Halifax when some kids tried to set them all free, and the same kids spray painted the side of my rental car.”
“Ouch. That bites. So what are you going to do now?” She waved to her friend Mike as he’d directed the pair through a cleared path, and Abbie followed J’onn to the meat department. She had to go there anyway, her box was crushed open, and wanted to get another.
“Now? I’m just getting a few things together to have a nice Christmas dinner at the hotel. Though I find the restaurant there far too expensive. So I thought I’d put it together myself.”
Abbie grabbed his sleeve to stop him. “Wait a sec., you’re gona ‘cook’ a turkey dinner, in your hotel room?”
“Yes,” J’onn replied proudly, indicating the items in his cart. “All I need is either a piece of turkey, or a small turkey.”
“To fit in what?!” she asked.
“I bought a small toaster oven from your country’s tire store.”
Abbie looked at the items J’onn had tediously collected, then to him, and started to laugh. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying herself way too much.
“What’s so funny?”
She finally regained her composure. “You intend to cook, a turkey – of any size – in a toaster oven, along with a…potato, a sweet potato, and vegetables, complete with stuffing and cranberries.”
“That’s right.”
“You are either a batcher who eats out all the time, or you just have no clue how to cook a turkey.”
“I eat at the company cafeteria.”
“All the time?” J’onn nodded. “My point…excuse me,” she called to a passing clerk. “Could you take these please. He won’t be needing them.”
“But…”
“Not in a toaster oven you don’t!” she stated, also sending the clerk off with her broken box. “You said you were going to experience Christmas here in Canada, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then I have an idea, and you would be doing me a huge favor if you agree.”
“What?”
“I’m taking you, to my office Christmas party. We just need to pick up a few things.”
“I’m not…”
“Look. You can’t ‘experience’ Christmas by yourself. It has to be with people. And the more people the better. Come on.” Taking J’onn by the elbow, she returned to the frozen food section and picked up the box of cream puffs, and decided on a couple boxes of meatballs and sauces. “Now we need something to drink.”
“But I can…”
“Do you honestly think the hotel management is going to let you put a HOT toaster oven on their dressers to cook something in your room?”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Good.” Again down another aisle she picked up a couple bottles of pop, then two boxes of gourmet chocolates and biscuits, a Christmas gift bag, and some tape. “Ok, we’re set.”
“What is all this…”
“Don’t worry about it. You wanted to experience Christmas, and this will help you do just that. You’ll have a great time. Trust me.”
“Is this a Canadian thing?”
“Come on. I’m harmless. Besides, I know more cops personally here in Sackville, because I help maintain the shooting range they do their qualifying shoots on. I can’t do something wrong if I tried. I’d let too many people down. And I’m not one to let anyone down.” Just then her cell phone rang. “Just a sec, it’s my manager. Rebecca, hey, what’s up?”
“Abbie!! We’re short on a couple things, where are you?”
“I’m in the grocery store. What do you need?”
“Well, what we need is ice, believe it or not. Can you get some?”
“I’ll stop by the Irving on my way.”
“AWSOME, Abbie, you are an Angel.”
“Don’t ruin my rep., please. Bye” She smiled at J’onn, and pulled him towards the checkout. “I’ll buy, you carry. Deal?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No,” she said cheerfully, after a moment’s thought.
Almost fifty dollars later, the pair were heading out the door. “Where’s your car?” she asked, buttoning her coat.
“Over here.” Carrying the bags, he lead her back across the parking lot, and down to the cart corral, where his car was parked on the other side.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” she shrieked, seeing the same little black Smart Car, parked haphazardly in the parking space. “You’re driving that!!!”
“Well, someone was nice enough to let me get in here before them.”
“I know, that was me! Come on.” Again she took his elbow, and led him back across the parking lot.
“Where are we going?”
“To my car. I wouldn’t trust you in that thing to survive. I’ll get you back to it later tonight, but still. That Smart Car in this weather, you’ll be forever trying to keep it out of the ditch.”
J’onn stopped next to a mid sized sedan type car. “How’d you know?”
“I used to drive a Geo, just a little bigger than this, but still. It liked the ditch in the winter too. That and kissing snow banks.” She pressed a button on a remote, and lifted the hatch at the back of the vehicle. “This is a chevey Malibu, really nice. And with studded tires all around, she sticks to the road really good.”
“That really shouldn’t make much difference.”
“The way I drive, it does. When in a line of traffic on a day like this, it would be best to have me leading the pack, you’ll get to where you’re going in once piece. Come on, get in.”
“I’m not so sure...”
“Look, you’d be doing me a huge favor. My co workers have been wanting to meet my boyfriend for a while. Only thing is, he broke up with me a while ago, I just didn’t want to get ragged on by my friends, hoping to either fix me up with someone else, or pester me on what went wrong. So, if you come with me, I’ll just tell them you’re a friend I haven’t seen in a while, and that my boyfriend blew off the party.”
“I’m…”
“Please…it would really mean a lot to me. And it would really be helping me out. Please?”
“Well…”
“You said you were here on business right?”
“So?”
“Do you have a boss you check in with every night?”
“No.”
“Got a cell phone?”
“Yes.”
“GPS?”
“I think so.”
“Then put the phone in your shorts. Whatever happens, your boss will be able to find you. And you’ll have your phone close, in case you want to call for help. Deal?”
J’onn opened the door to her car. “Alright,” he sighed, he wasn’t going to get out of this one. “Where to next?”
“The gas station. I need ice. I know, seems kind of ironic. But we need ice cubes, and Rebecca’s ice maker is on the fritz.” The doors closed, she started the engine, and carefully pulled out of the parking lot. A couple blocks away, she pulled into the lot of a gas station, and up to one of the pumps. “Would you mind grabbing two bags of ice while I get the gas?”
“I can do that.” A few moments later, they were on their way again, though held up at a stop light for a moment, he had a feeling that this night was going to be more fun than he thought.
“Is this your first trip to Nova Scotia?”
“First to Canada at all.”
“Really! Wow.”
“I’ll be heading home after Christmas, I didn’t want to spend the holiday with my friends again.”
“Why not?”
“Well, it’s nice, but…”
“It gets a little old?”
“You have no idea.”
“Well, this will be a Christmas you will remember for a long while, and your friends will be jealous.” Just then she pulled into another parking lot. “Perfect! I thought this guy wasn’t going to be here. Give me a sec, I’ll be right back.”
J’onn read the sign the man was putting away. ‘Lobsters, $10.00 each’. He remembered the price on the crustations in the tank at the grocery store, and they certainly weren’t cheep, and were priced per pound, so these ones must not have been all that large. Abbie got back in the car, handing over a bag to him as she grabbed her seatbelt strap and brought it around her body. “What is this?”
“A lobster. You’ve seen lobsters before right?”
“Of course, but why do you need it?”
“You’ll see. You ready?” Just then J’onn’s cell phone rang. “Don’t go digging in your shorts while I’m in the car, please.”
“It’s in my pocket.” A moment later he pulled out the device to see Bruce’s name on the screen. “Hello?”
“Where in the world did you find that cook ware set?” came the man’s voice.
“I take it that it was well received?”
“Oh yes. Especially when you put ‘For Alfred, From Bruce’. Are you going to tell me where you got it?”
“That’s my secret.”
"GPS has you traveling towards an area called Mount Uniac. What’s going on?”
“Is that your boss?” Abbie asked.
“Yes it is. I’ve been invited to a Christmas party.”
“Who’s that with you?”
“Here, give me that.” Abbie took the phone from J’onn. “Hey boss man, this is Abbie Aiden.”
“Miss Aiden, I’m…”
“The boss, I know. Look, don’t worry about J’onn. He couldn’t be in safer hands for the next couple days. And he’ll have a great time tonight.”
“What about his car?”
“The Smart Car? You’ve got to be kidding. I wouldn’t let him drive that coffin on wheels in this weather, if it was the last car on the planet. You got him on GPS?”
“I can.”
“Good. You can track him. He’s gona put his phone down his shorts for the night.”
“What?”
“Hang on, police road check.” Quickly she handed the phone back to J'onn. “Hey Officer Carmichael, I hope you’ll be awake tomorrow?”
“Don’t worry about me Abbie. Where are you heading tonight?”
“I’m heading to a Christmas party. Then home. And no, I won’t be drinking.”
“Ok, and your friend?”
“I’m kidnapping him,” she smiled.
“Sir?”
“Willing victim,” he said with a smile.
“Ok, drive safe Abbie.”
“I will.” She drove away, and when the checkpoint was out of sight, she took J’onn’s phone back. “You still there Boss man?”
“Yes,” Bruce replied. “You just told a cop, that you’re kidnapping my employee, and he says he’s a willing victim, and the cop didn’t pull you over. Who the hell are you?”
“Watch the language boss man, it’s Christmas. And I just told you who I was. Look me up. I’m in the book. Look, I gotta run, the road is getting twisty, and I need both hands, bye.” She hit the red button to hang up the phone, then handed it back. “If he calls again, let the machine take it. You’re off the clock tonight.”
J’onn just looked at his phone in disbelief. “Ah, you hung up on my boss.”
“I know.”
J’onn just smiled. He could just picture Bruce running down to the bat computer now, to look up this strange person. Well, come to think of it, he couldn’t think of a better present for Bruce, than the chance to get down to the cave and check someone out. Merry Christmas Batman.
“So what kind of Christmas experience have you had in the past?”
J’onn put his cell phone in his pants pocket. “I usually went to a town called Smallville, to spend the holiday with a friend and his family.”
“So no real loud music, loads of food, and people doing goofy games?” J’onn just looked at her. “Didn’t think so. Look, the people you’re going to meet, are from my office. The manager and he and his wife are a really great pair. Now, they’re also from Newfoundland, most of them are, but don’t let that scare you. Whatever happens, or whatever they ask, just run with it. I’ll make sure they know we’re not a pair, and if they try to fix you up with me, just brush it off. Ok?”
“Ok.”
“Here we are. It’s just down here a bit, right on the lake. But trust me, you’ll love this party. It’s really fun.”
“I appreciate this, really I do, but I have to tell you, I’m not much of a party guy.”
“Neither am I. Don’t worry, there’s not going to be any dancing or anything, it’s really just a bunch of people who get together and talk. Not to worry, you’ll fit right in.” Not much further down the road, Abbie turned the car around on the road, and pulled off to the curb edge. “This is it. You take the ice, and the bags from the grocery store, I’ve got a couple other things I need to get from the trunk.”
“Can I help?”
“You already are. Come on. And don’t forget the lobster, I’m gona need that later.”
With bags and boxes in hand, the two headed to the door.
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