Elf in the Shed (Santa Clause/48 Christmas Wishes Crossover)

Unease

His mind felt as one might describe a blank slate, yet the sensation of teleporting which landed them in the garden shed somehow felt familiar, like a natural sensation he couldn't quite explain. Another sensation, the realization that one of the shelves in the garden shed was falling towards him in another, younger elf, erased the feeling of teleporting from his mind, but he pushed the younger elf slightly, taking most of the weight of the shelf when it fell.

With one arm while the other hung limply at his side, he pushed the shelf up off of them while taking note of his surroundings while his head throbbed and his arm, the arm which hung from his side, felt numb, no pain or any form of sensation, but from what the others said his name was Bernard, which in turn didn't sound like a contradiction, although he didn't much of anything, though knowing he was a Christmas elf was something he did understand.

Though, Bernard remembered Mindy, recognizing her as his younger sister, though the fact he remembered her surprised her, but she outright told him he'd not remembered her before, which for some reason didn't seem quite right but the answer to why that didn't seem right remained a mystery to him just as much as remembering what he did at the North Pole remained a mystery.

Bernard certainly wasn't a Christmas Elf, because that didn't seem at all natural to him, but he followed the others out to the garden shed, recognizing which boxes contained Christmas decorations without a second thought, but somehow he knew that nothing in the boxes was broken. Without thinking, he offered to take the heavier boxes into the living room, only to realize, or more of remember, when he tried lifting the boxes, that he'd made the hot chocolate with one hand, the range of movement in his handoff.

He remained stumped at that point, one arm wrapped firmly around the bottom box, wondering how he'd get the boxes inside, when he teleported again, collapsing back onto the couch with two heavy boxes in his lap before he shifted them onto the couch with his one good arm. In the back of Bernard's mind, a thought occurred, that while the teleportation felt familiar, a natural sensation of sorts, that perhaps Mindy's use of the Christmas Spirit Cracker was causing the teleportation.

That was until Bernard most definitely teleported Mindy and her friend into the bathroom, a warning bell in the back of his head regarding some kind of SOS making him instinctively reach out for them and teleport them, though he found himself regretting this as he slightly twisted his foot upon landing, not to mention socked that leg up to his ankle. Frustration was a feeling he felt, but he didn't hesitate in teleporting to the living room, remembering now that was his ability.

He sat down, the frustration that was there of not knowing.

"Not a toymaker elf," he remembered Mindy saying, his mind in a definite fog that he wanted to get out of, along with the odd feeling of guilt that kept cropping up in his head.

"Here."

Bernard glanced up at Emma, noticing the towel in her hand. He took it and attempted to wrap the towel around his ankle to soak up most of the water, his mouth pushed together as he tried remembering who he was and what exactly he did up at the North Pole, only feeling even more lost because of not knowing.

"So, I'm going to go and get more ice. It seems like you need more than before, but I should have paid more attention to the fact your more injured than I thought."

"If I had a way of contacting Santa..." Bernard muttered, somehow knowing that Santa would fix the situation they were currently in, yet he also didn't want Mindy to get in trouble. "Actually, where's Mindy?"

"She's still in the bathroom, I think."

"Can we start decorating?" Emma's brother asked.

Bernard looked up at him, letting himself be drawn into the Christmas music that played. "It would pass the time at least, and we did bring the boxes in."

"You also brought those boxes in despite the fact they were heavy. You're quite stubborn, aren't you?"

"Why do you have to be so stubborn Bernard? It's not good for you."

"I think someone said that to me before. Santa maybe?" He watched Blake opening the boxes, excited about the variety of decorations. A smile spread across his face. "You've got some pretty awesome Christmas decorations in here sport.

"Oh. Yeah. Apparently, our dad picked them all out. He really liked Christmas, but I don't remember it very much."

"You should make some of your own Christmas memories." He started to stand up.

"Hold it. Please don't tell me you're going to try and help decorate?" Emma asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you like working yourself to death?" Emma pointed to the couch. "You get to sit and supervise."

"But..."

"But if he doesn't help, then how is he going to remember what he does at the North Pole and remember who he is?" Mindy asked from the doorway.

A thought occurred to Bernard that perhaps. "Could I teleport us back? That's what matters isn't it, getting home to the North Pole."

"Given the fact you teleported right into the bathroom toilet," Emma muttered. "I'm not sure that's a good idea." She took a deep breath. "So, we'll decorate."

"But if he doesn't help..."

"Well, it's a mess because of the boxes, but we should get this decorated before my mom gets back."

"Easy!" Mindy stated, suddenly speeding over to one of the boxes to pull out the decorations.

"Stop! Mindy, don't!" Bernard spoke sharply, but everyone looked at him. "Don't use your powers."

"Just because your powers are messed up Bernie..."

"Christmas Decorating, that's not something you rush through, and by using your powers your rushing through rather than making those important memories."

"You're not exactly one to talk about that you know."

Bernard's eyes blinked, watching his sister.

"You..."

A knock at the door interrupted whatever it was that Mindy wanted to say, but then Lucy called out. "I got it! It's Charlie, and he's here to help."

The name sounded familiar, yet familiarity didn't mean he remembered or could place what was going on. Emma nearly choked, hurrying to the door.