Home Alone Fan Fiction Remake

chapter 11

Harry and Marv were soon arrested, Harry glaring at the siblings and the old man. Marv didn't have much to say. Kevin smiled mockingly to Harry and even gave a wave from inside the house once they were now safe and sound. Chelsea made sure Kevin stuck close, and helped clear up the traps. Kevin was happy that Harry and Marv were getting what they deserved. It was just great.

"Now, are you two going to be okay?" Marley asked Kevin and Chelsea after he brought them back home.

"You've done enough, thank you, Merry Christmas." Kevin hugged him before he left.

Chelsea nodded softly and tried to smile.

"I ought to get going..." Marley smiled to them. "You're both welcome over anytime."

Kevin smiled to the man as he walked off, feeling eternally grateful of him. He looked to Chelsea. "Want a cookie before Santa takes them all?" he offered sweetly to her of course.

"No thanks, Kev... I just want to sleep." Chelsea whispers.

Kevin nodded, he carried the plate of milk and cookies and put them where they were often placed for Santa to visit tonight and leave presents for the family. There were even the carrot sticks for the reindeer and he arranged the presents nicely and neatly. He then went to the stockings to make sure they were fondly in place to make it look like a real family Christmas, even if it was just him and Chelsea here. "I'll be up in a minute." he said to her as she went to sleep.

"Can we bunk in Mom and Dad's bed for tonight?" She asks him, softly.

Kevin gave a small smile, that was actually not a bad idea. "That sounds nice..." he agreed softly.

Chelsea nodded and got into her pajamas upstairs then climbed into their parents bed, waiting for Kevin.

Kevin wanted to make sure everything was perfect, once he saw it was, he went upstairs to join his oldest sibling. "Chelsea... Even if we've been left home alone for so long... I'm glad I at least have you."

Chelsea smiled gently and pulled him into a hug. "We'll never be apart, little bro." she whispers.

"We'll always be together." Kevin smiled back once they were comfortable as it was the night before Christmas, and now through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a fat-headed louse.

Meanwhile, Kate and Max were still riding with the polka band, they were loudly playing their music at first, but now resting as it was a long ride to Chicago.

"I'm a bad parent." Kate says quietly.

"No, you're not, Mrs. Mac..." Max tried to soothe. "My father was a bad parent."

"Oh, the little lady is right..." Gus agreed, he actually sounded sympathetic this time. "You're beating yourself up there, these things happen..."

"Tell me, have you ever gone on vacation and left your child home?" Kate asks.

Gus tried to think long and hard about this with experience of his own family with his friends having family troubles of their own. "No..." he then said to Kate. "But I did leave one at a funeral parlor once."

"Really?" Max asked him.

"Yeah... It was terrible too, I was all distraught and everything..." Gus frowned in memory, imagining what that might have been like. "The wife and I, we left the little tyke in the funeral parlor all day... You know, we went back at night, we came to our senses, there he was. Apparently he was there all day with a corpse..."

Max looked a little sick to her stomach, she did not like dead bodies. Kate looked at him.

"He was okay," Gus assured, ending the story the best he could once he saw Max appeared to be have been green. "You know, after six or seven weeks... He came around and started talking to us again. They get over it, kids are resilient like that."