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TSC) Carry You Home (Bernard)

Carry You Home (Bernard the Elf X Head Elf! Reader)

Fandom: The Santa Clause

Requested: Yee (I made an exception)

Warnings: none

Summary: At least you had Bernard to carry you home.

W.C. 1101

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You walked through the workshop looking for one person and one person only: Bernard. You hadn't seen him since that morning, and you were too busy running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Christmas was right around the corner, and as Co-Head Elf, you had a deadline to uphold.

You two had decided that splitting up would make everything easier on both of you, and Santa was all for letting you do whatever you thought would make December run smoother. So far, it had been successful, so who was he to say no?

Right. The only problem with the system, that you found, was the fact that you only saw Bernard at the beginning and end of your day. Sometimes, you would get lucky and run into him during lunch, but that wasn't a guarantee. Today, you were meant to meet up with Bernard for a status report before dinner, but your rounds went longer than you expected. You didn't finish until nearly eight PM, and by the time you realized that Bernard was nowhere to be found, you started panicking.

You looked through the workshop, upstairs and downstairs, in the reindeer stables, in the kitchen, in the courtyard, in every nook and cranny you could think of, and there was no sign of Bernard. None of the elves were much help either, most having said they hadn't seen him in hours. That just raised more red flags in your mind as you frantically ran through the workshop for the one-hundredth time, it seemed.

That's when you had a lightbulb moment. If you couldn't find him in the workshop or your flat, he had to be in his office. That was the only option you could think of, so you set off for it immediately.

It was in the far corner of the workshop because Bernard always complained about the noise and how he could not work if it was too loud. You always thought that was BS since he was the one who opted for all of the louder, faster-paced environments during rounds and let you take the smaller, quieter departments. That was your thing.

You made your way through the corridors before you reached the now significantly darker hallway. It didn't take you long to reach Bernard's office door before you raised your hand to knock lightly on the wood. You barely tapped it before the door opened slightly. You pushed your way in carefully and stopped in your tracks as soon as you registered the scene in front of you.

Bernard was slumped back against his chair, asleep. You should have known this was where he would end up. He had been working himself to the bone every day in the lead-up to Christmas. It wasn't something you saw often because he usually waited until you fell asleep before he dozed off.

You smiled to yourself as you walked up behind the chair and gently grabbed the blanket that was folded neatly across the back of his chair. He shuffled around in the chair for a second, causing you to freeze and hold your breath as he settled back down. When he finally did, you let out your breath and unfolded the blanket to place over him. You did not want to wake him up, everyone knew he needed all the sleep he could get, and if he was going to sleep in his office, the least you could do was make sure he stayed warm. You tucked the blanket around his shoulders, making sure it wouldn't somehow fall off during the night. Then, you quietly made your way out. Just as you were about to close the door behind you, you heard rustling from inside his office again, so you peeked your head through the doorframe.

Sure enough, your eyes immediately met Bernard's bleary ones.

"Morning, sleepyhead," You whispered with a smirk as he yawned and rubbed his hands over his face, "Well, it's not morning, but you looked like you were getting some good sleep there. Santa knows you needed that."

"Would've been better if you were here," He teased as he leaned back in his chair, looking like he was ready to fall back asleep any second.

"You're such a flirt when you're tired," You rolled your eyes as you walked back into the room. "Is that your attempt at getting me to sleep in here with you? To be honest, I would much rather lay in our bed in our flat where we don't have the threat of Curtis or someone walking in here randomly."

"People don't just randomly walk in here," Bernard dismissed as he stood up, wrapping the blanket tighter around his shoulders before walking up to you and pulling you into the blanket with him. "And even if they did, that's their problem."

"Okay. Well, I don't know about you, but I'd also rather not sleep in my jeans that I've been wearing all day," You pointed out, wrapping your arms around his waist and absorbing his body heat. That's when you realized just how cold you actually were as well. "Plus, our heater is better."

"You've sold me," He sighed with a joking eye-roll before kissing your forehead as you yawned. "Jump up. I'll carry you home."

"You literally just woke up, and now you're offering to carry me? You've been having too much eggnog," You questioned as you looked at him skeptically.

"Maybe I have," He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, "Maybe I just like carrying you."

"Weirdo, but I'm not gonna turn down a free ride." You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his waist as he adjusted one arm under your legs and the other around your shoulders, holding the blanket up.

"Hold the blanket," He said as you used one of your arms to keep the blanket around your shoulders while he moved his other arm to keep you up. Then, he walked out of his office, pausing to let you turn the light off and lock the door. "I'm not trying to drop you. That would make me a bad boyfriend, and I'm not trying to get on the naughty list this close to Christmas."

"That would not be a good thing," You commented as you leaned your head against his shoulder and looked up at him as he walked through the workshop. It was mostly silent by now, save for the couple who were passing through to the kitchens or whatnot, but it made you realize just how late it was getting. At least you had Bernard to carry you home.

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