A Heart of Gold

[Aaron]

Beautiful as always Lisa

 

[Muppetfan44]

I Love This Story

Hi, i'm relatively new to the whole forum and fanfic thing and I finally finished reading all the chapters to this story and I am in awe. It's great to know that you know the heart and soul of each Muppet very well and I am a hopeless Kermit-Piggy romantic and this story is a dream come true. Like I told Ruahnna, you have a real gift for writing and I cannot wait for more chapters, i'm hooked. I'm so involved in the story and I cannot wait to see how it all pans out. Keep up the great work and I hope you have a great holiday season!

 

[Java]

Beautiful Chapter Lisa

 

[TogetherAgain]

<Peeks in>

<Makes note to self to properly welcome and thank Muppetfan44 and possibly post another chapter or so... after crawling out of bed sometime this afternoon>

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

D: Postageee!

 

[TogetherAgain]

<Finds forgotten note to self>

...<shifty eyes>

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

:O Nuuuuu!
How could you? D:

LOL!

*Gets her to post*

 

[The Count]

Aargh! First Mate Squeekers! Get the penguin cannons ready! And the snowballs too!

If we donna get more o' this story... Um, ergh, well... Feathery frozen fowls shall rain from the skies upon ye!

 

[TogetherAgain]

Chapter Fifty-Six

He was right. They were waiting for him.

When he entered Rowlf and Fozzie's room, the two of them were sharing the bean bag chair- with no room at all to spare- while Miss Piggy leaned against the opposite wall with her arms lightly folded. They looked up at him when he came in.

"Hi," Kermit sighed simply.

"Hi."

"Hello."

"Hey."

Kermit closed the door. Fozzie stood up and pulled the doggie-bed to the middle of the room. Rowlf stood and pulled the bean-bag to the middle of the room. Miss Piggy and Kermit met the two of them there. Rowlf sat in his doggie-bed, Fozzie sat on the floor, and Miss Piggy and Kermit shared the bean-bag. It was a new arrangement they had somehow come up with.

Kermit smiled contently for a moment and settled his head against Miss Piggy's side while her arm slid around him.

Fozzie hugged his knees to his chest, wondering who would start the conversation. He decided he would. "So... You decided to go back, huh?" he said quietly.

Kermit sighed. "Yeah," he said. "...But that's not bothering me now."

"Well what is?" Rowlf asked.

"Robin?" Miss Piggy whispered softly.

Kermit nodded, and then straightened up. "He..." He took a deep breath. "He saw me wake up this morning..."

Miss Piggy looked at him.

Fozzie and Rowlf stiffened. Miss Piggy had explained to them what happened when Kermit woke up, or at least, as well as she could. They understood well enough to know that it wasn't something for a young frog to see.

"Is he okay?" Fozzie asked quietly.

Kermit squirmed slightly. "He... he is now, I think. I... We talked about it, just now," he whispered. He shook his head. "But..."

Rowlf shifted closer. "But?" he said softly.

Kermit was looking down. "But," he whispered. He was quiet for a long moment. "But... Robin and I haven't had much to say to each other today," he softly, reluctantly confessed. "And we always do."

At this, they stiffened, silently and individually kicked themselves for not having noticed, and didn't bother to look at each other before staring urgently at their frog. As far as they could tell, Robin had always been a lifeline for Kermit. If that changed- if, of all times, now, that changed... They feared to think of it.

"Kermie?" Miss Piggy said softly. "...Would it help if- if I talked to him?"

Kermit looked at her.

"In the morning, maybe?" she said softly.

Kermit mentally groped for his own voice. "...Well... I guess that could help, maybe..."

She nodded softly and pulled him closer to her, settling her head atop his.

"But- but you and Robin talked now, right, Kermit?" Fozzie asked. "When you tucked him in?"

Kermit nodded slowly. "Thank goodness," he whispered.

Rowlf absorbed this slowly. "He'll come around, Kermit," he quietly assured. "He's a lot more resilient than he can look."

"Kind of like his uncle," Miss Piggy said with a simple, faint sort of pride.

Fozzie smiled, agreeing with the simple, faint pride in her voice. "Yeah," he said simply.

Kermit shrugged it off with a tiny motion. "There's a more resilient frog out there, I'm sure," he mumbled.

"And there's plenty of less resilient ones," Miss Piggy said pointedly.

He made another small shrug, sinking closer against her side. He was tired... oh so very... tired, more so than he had realized as he had been holding Robin.

Rowlf noticed. He was good at noticing. "Piggy," he said, "I think it's time for that frog to get some sleep."

"Mm-hm," she said simply. She nudged him in the direction of standing up. "Come on, Kermie."

"Yes ma'am," he mumbled. He let her guide him towards the door. "Night, guys..."

"Sleep tight."

"Don't let the bed-bugs bite!"

The door closed behind them, and frog and pig were alone in the hall. "Do they say that to you, too?" Kermit mumbled drowsily.

"Mm-hm," she said simply. She stopped him in front of his bedroom door. "I’m walking you to your room tonight," she said.

"But I walk-" he mumbled, and then he looked at her. She wasn't about to allow any arguments. "I... If you insist," he stuttered.

Her arms seeped around him. "I insist," she murmured. Her lips sought his, and she pressed him into a long, luxurious kiss.

He let his head rest firmly on her shoulder. "Thanks," he whispered.

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Chaos as usual resumed the next morning. Kermit took his seat at the head of the table and watched over his family with pride. Everyone was talking, laughing, arguing, and otherwise on the brink of destruction. He watched one small figure in particular.

Robin sat towards the middle of the long line of tables they would forever consider to be one. He looked around at everyone, smiled half-heartedly at various happenings, and occasionally risked the briefest glances at his uncle. Once in a while, when he thought Kermit wasn't looking, Robin would take a more observant look at his uncle, trying to be discreet.

"Good morning, everyone!" Miss Piggy trilled as she strutted into the room. She stopped beside Kermit's chair, pressed against him, and wrapped her hand around his cheek. "Bon Jour, Mon Capitan," she murmured.

He stared up at her and gulped. "Morning, Piggy."

She set a soft kiss atop his head and slipped away.

Kermit watched as she sat down with a careful eye on Robin. She cheerfully engaged in casual conversation with Hilda and Janice- something about bridesmaid's dresses- with an occasional eye sliding over to a frog and gently sizing him up.

Kermit noticed when she looked at Robin.

Robin noticed when she looked at Kermit.

The end of the meal was announced when all of the unconsumed food on the table suddenly shriveled and turned green. There was a sudden stampede to the toilet to properly dispose of the breakfast many Muppets felt they were about to lose. Whether this was a result of seeing the food or eating the food was yet to be determined.

The stampede left a rather small number of Muppets in the kitchen.

Kermit was not among them, although he was not so much a part of the stampede as he was a part of the effort to minimize the effect the stampede had on the rest of the house.

Robin and Miss Piggy, however, were both still in the kitchen.

Robin pushed himself away from the table, looking disgusted and very pointedly keeping his eyes from straying to his plate. "Yuck," he muttered.

Miss Piggy was suddenly at his side, sweeping an arm around him. "Yes, isn't it disgusting?" she said. "Let's step away from it for now, shall we, Robin?" And she led him into the family room.

Robin looked up at her, perplexed. She was on a mission.

He wasn't usually a part of her missions.

She pulled him into one of the big chairs in the family room. "Well! Much better!" she said.

She looked around, saw no one else in the room, and changed her mood quite a bit.

If Robin had been his uncle, he would have seen a shade of nervousness behind her big blue eyes. But he was not his uncle, and only saw the carefully-placed concern.

"Robin?" she said softly. "Are you okay?"

He looked up at her. "Yeah," he said meekly. He hadn't quite grown into his uncle's acting skills yet.

She shifted her weight. "Kermie told me you-" she stopped. "Well, he-" She hesitated. "Yesterday, um..."

He squirmed and looked at his flippers. "In the morning?" he whispered.

She took a deep breath. "Robin," she said softly. "I've seen it, too."

He looked up at her. "You- you have?" He scooted closer. "You've seen- seen him have the nightmare?" he whispered.

She nodded. "Mm-hm."

He was right next to her now. "Were you scared, too?" he asked quietly.

She nodded. "Very scared," she whispered faintly.

He leaned against her. "I don't understand it," he confessed.

She put her arm around him. "I didn't either," she said softly.

He tilted his head up at her. "But you do now?" he asked quietly.

She smiled gently. "Robin," she said quietly, "...It's because he's so good inside. You know how nice he is?"

Robin nodded.

"Well, because he's so nice, he... it's harder for him," she said softly.

Robin huddled down beside her lap. "Oh," he said quietly.

She held him snuggly under her arm. "You know what, Robin?" she said quietly. "I think that what Kermie needs sometimes... is to remember that."

He looked up at her.

"He needs- ...He needs to remember how good he is inside," she explained.

He watched her. "Oh," he said, with a much different tone than he had uttered the same syllable mere moments ago.

She smiled. "Do you think we can help him remember?" she asked sweetly.

He nodded. "Sure!" he said. "...How?"

She smiled. "Oh Robin," she said, "You all ready know how. You do it every day!"

He hesitated, processing this. "I- I do?"

She nodded. "Mm-hm," she hummed.

"Oh," he said.

Miss Piggy reflected to herself that he could make that sound mean lots of different things.

"Miss Piggy?" Robin said, looking up at her. "What do we do to help him remember when he goes back?"

She smiled faintly. "Moi have been trying to figure out just that," she said quietly. "And I think I have an idea. But moi will need your help."

Robin straightened up. "Really?" he said. "My help?"

"Really," she said. "Your help."

"Okay!" Robin said, almost standing up while still staying in the shelter of her arm. "What can I do?"

"What vous can do," Miss Piggy said, "Is tell moi what vous think is inside of your Uncle Kermit's heart," and she touched her finger to Robin's chest for effect.

When she did so, the sunlight struck the diamond on her engagement ring, and an array of rainbows sprinkled onto Robin's chest and face and across Miss Piggy's fingers.

When he saw the rainbows, Robin smiled up at Miss Piggy. He knew exactly what was inside of Kermit's heart.

 

[The Count]

Whooooooosh! New chapter! *Bounces with glee. *Saddens with the "oh" and then the "oh" and finally the "oh".
Oh! *Hee. Lisa... Rays of rainbows be upon ye for this update. Sad for Kermit and yet it's a bit homey with the final four in the boys' room.
Loved it all... Need more... Must have more... Please post more!