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[Muppetfan44]

Loved it!

I loved all the moments where we saw how glad Kermit was that Piggy's back. The sighing and leaning back against the wall, a very tender, sweet moment. Kermit and his mom always have a special connection, and it was great.

I wonder what Kermit is going to do about the press.

Please post more soon! Everytime i read new chapters I always want Kermit and Piggy to be together and happy, and Piggy to be closer to herself. And the only way we can hopefully see that is for you to keep updating, so please post more soon!

 

[theprawncracker]

MMMMMMMMMMMM! ! ! ! I LOVED that Lisa!

Kermit felt himself squirming as he dialed the phone. As far as his family was concerned, he'd just said that he was going into town to call the boarding house, and then he'd just sort of left. He hadn't even left a note. And he hadn't called. And that had been five days ago now.

*shakes head* Bad, bad Kermit... but can ya really blame him though?

In short, he was in trouble. It amazed him that an adult frog living thousands of miles from home could still get in trouble with his parents.

Haha! Well that's not really surprising either!

"...Well, nice to hear you're still ALIVE, son. You know, most people send WORDS over a telephone, not THEMSELVES."

Hehehehe, oh Mom... you'll be eating your words soon enough...

"You DO know that Robin is still here, don't you? You were going to bring him back with you. Remember?"

Oops. "Uh—I-- I know..."

OOPS? ! Hahaha! Oh Kermit... Poor Robin.

"And you should have SEEN the fit that little Roseanna threw when you weren't there for her talent show. Remember telling her you'd be there?"

Speaking of divas... "I, um..."

Aww, Roseanna sounds sweet. And she's a diva! Perfect! A little Piggy frog!

"And I can't even BEGIN to count how many of my grandchildren have come to me crying in the past few nights because Uncle Kermit promised a bed time story..."

"I-- I'm-- sorry-- Mom-"

*shakes head* Uncle Kermit... tsk, tsk. Talk about yer guilt trip.

"Oh, I'M not the one you should apologize to, son. Just be glad that it's ME who called, and not one of your sisters. Or one of your brothers, for that matter. And be very glad that I didn't let your father get on the train today."

Ooh... I can just picture that phone call from Maggie now... and Dad didn't get on the train... probably good.

He took a deep breath. "Miss Piggy is alive and home."

Mmm... methinks Mama's gettin' off 'er worried horse soon.

"...Well-- ...Well, why didn't you SAY so?"

*headslap*

"You're sure it's HER?"

He smirked. "Yes, Mom."

"You're positive? It's not some crazy imposter coming to mess with ya?"

"I'm positive, Mom. It's definitely her."

"...You're SURE?"

*headslap again* I think Kermit of all people would know...

"...Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit. Is she okay?"

*spit take* HAHAHAHA!

He glanced over his shoulders. No one was around. He took a deep breath. "...She-- ...She's so skinny, Mom, you-- ...you can see her bones... and-- and she's so quiet, and-- ...She-- she's nothing like herself. We went-- to the theater today, and-- she wouldn't even go near the stage... And-- and she-- Mom, she-- she just slept all day, for three and a half days... I-- I guess she-- she just walked in and fell asleep, right in front of the door..."

*gulp* Oh Piggy... it'll take a good while for her to heal...

"...Son, I don't have to tell you this, but that's not healthy at all..."

He swallowed hard. "I-- I know, Mom," he said softly. "...She-- ...She's been through a lot... I-- ...I guess-- ...she was in the jungle, the whole time..."

"...Well how did she get back?"

Kermit shook his head. "I don't know," he said softly. "She-- hasn't said very much..."

*wince* I forgot that she hasn't told them yet...

"...I see... The press doesn't know she's back yet, do they? I'm sure we would've seen something about this kind of thing..."

"...I-- ...I hadn't even thought of the press," he said softly. "...They'll want to see her, if we tell them, and she-- she can barely-- interact with us..."

"Well, son, maybe you should still tell them, before they find out on their own and try to hunt her down. The way you talk about them, they're brutal when they wanna be."

He winced. "...I guess we'll have to figure something out," he said softly.

I'd been wondering about the press too... That'll have to be handled very carefully.

"...Well, then, I guess it's a good thing you never really came to terms with her being gone in the first place!"

He lightly scrunched his face. "Mom..."

"...You didn't, you know."

Her voice was gentle. He nodded. "I know," he said softly. "I-- ...I couldn't."

"What that was, son, is a little something that mothers like to call instinct."

*GRINS* I love her! ! !

"So I'll let everyone back here know that your instinct was right. They'll probably let you off the hook for running off. ...Although Roseanna might not..."

He chuckled. "Thanks, Mom. And tell Roseanna that if she forgives me, I might let her on the show when she's older," he teased.

"I WILL NOT, son! That's solid bribery, and you KNOW she'd never let you take it back!" But she was laughing. "You go take care of your lady pig, Kermit," she said, her voice quickly growing solemn. "She needs you now."

Awwwwwwwww! ! ! ! That's adorable!

"You want one of us to bring Robin up for you?"

He hesitated, and thought for a moment. "...Not-- ...not yet," he said softly. "...She-- ...She's-- pretty bad, Mom, and-- ...jumpy." He swallowed hard. "It-- ...it might—not-- ...be safe, for him, right now."

...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ! ! ROBIN! ! ! !

Kermit bit his lip and swallowed hard as he hung up the phone. ...It wasn't safe for his nephew?

He sank against the wall. ...Of all the reasons for this place not to be safe... Why-- they had explosions and unidentifiable food and boomerang fish and no one really knew who would be airborne next... But it had always been safe... enough...

ARGH! ! ! ! POOOOOR ROBIN! ! ! POOOOR KERMIT! ! ! POOR PIGGY! ! ! ! !

But Robin had energy, and liked to be unpredictable, which... was exactly what triggered her now...

With a heavy sigh, he stepped away from the phone. His mother had brought up a good point about the press. They would need to know... That would need some thinking.

*nods* Be careful Kermit...

(((HUGS))) Lisa! ! This is great, of course! Love it! MORE PLEASE!

 

[TogetherAgain]

...So, I get home from work, and I'm reading the history of the tango while I turn the computer on and sign into MC... and I see that the most recent post in "Amazon? Moi?" is from my own dear Half. I think, "Oh, good, he read the new chapter! I hope he didn't do another detailed review. Poor guy's gonna wear himself out and then complain, so I'm just gonna have to remind him that he REALLY just keeps doing this to HIMSELF-- ...Oh. He did another one." And then I saw the quote names... Ah, Prawnie dear, I love you so. You are nice, not dumb, and let's not incorporate the minds into the half-math, okay? It's far too complicated as it is.

And then, reading this LOVELY review, I get to this part here...

Aww, Roseanna sounds sweet.

HAAAAA! HAAAAA! HAHAHAA! HAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

<Ahem.>

HAHAHAAAA! <attempts to stifle laughter> <darn near falls off ball>

<Ahem> <perfectly innocent face> Yes. Yes. Roseanna is a LOVELY little girl. Very sweet. Fine... young... lady... HAAA! <Ahem> Yes.

"...Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit. Is she okay?"

*spit take* HAHAHAHA!

IT'S REAL! I SWEAR! It's a real saying! It's on our welcome mat. Mommy bought it on a motorcycle trip to... I think Memphis. "Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, look who's here!" I... I just HAD to pass it on to Mom the Frog. I HAD to! Vim forced me. It was my idea, but he forced me. And now he's claiming it was his idea, not mine. But the point is, it's on the welcome mat.

*GRINS* I love her! ! !

YAAAAAY! Me too. <wiggles>

Awwwwwwwww! ! ! ! That's adorable!

...<snicker> Roseanna. Adorable. <Snicker> <Shifty eyes> <snicker>

<HUUUUUUUUUGS the Prawnie> Thank ye, mate!

 

[TogetherAgain]

Chapter Fifteen

Kermit slipped into his bedroom for a bit of refuge.

He sat down on his bed and dumped his chin into his hands.

Miss Piggy.

He had missed her. He had missed her so miserably...

He could remember crying, so long and hard and loud, thinking that she...

He sighed. For the longest time, he had tried to just tell himself that she was with her fellow angels. He had thought that she was an angel, when they'd first met, so long ago... And he'd tried to convince himself, in the past year, that she was just... with the other angels... It hadn't worked, of course... Instinct. His mother had called that instinct.

She didn't look so much like an angel now. She was more like a ghost. A ghost of herself, back from the-- no.

He reached under his pillow and pulled out the pair of gloves. Then he lay down, head on the pillow, gloves on his heart-- on his chest, fingers lightly stroking the suede.

That angel... What had happened to his-- to the-- ...no-- his-- angel? She had been swept away... and now... she wouldn't even talk about it...

He picked up the little framed picture of her that had found a place on his nightstand sometime after her disappearance. The pig in that frame and the pig in the bath right now were so very, very different...

He put down the picture, picked up the gloves, stood, got his banjo, and sat down at the foot of his bed, laying the gloves across his knee and setting the banjo in his lap. He plucked at the strings.

"...I guess I knew they were wrong...
I guess I knew it wasn't true...
I guess I knew you weren't gone...
But I've still lost part of you..." He swallowed hard, plucking a mournful tune out of his banjo.

Little did he know that Miss Piggy had finished with her bath. Little did he know that she could hear his banjo. Little did he know that it was the first time in a year that she heard music. Little did he know how it would entrance her…

"Things have changed since then...
More than I know or see...
Things have changed, but how and when?
You're not who you used to be..."

Slippered feet shuffled down the hallway, far out of Kermit's perception...

"Won't you ever be the woman that you were before?
The one who could do everything, and so much more?
Won't you rule the stage, and hold the world there in your hand?
And if you won't, then won't you let me understand?"

Miss Piggy pressed her cheek against his doorjamb, half-hidden from sight, not that he was looking. She was looking though, at him...

He swallowed hard. "I wish I hadn't had to mourn you...
I wish I could stop mourning now...
You're home and safe, but something's hurt you...
I wish I knew what or how..."

Her eyes settled on something suede. ...Were those... her gloves, on his knee? ...How-- ...how had he... gotten those...

"But your heart's far away from here...
And you won't let me see inside...
Your strength fin'lly led you near...
But honey, where's your gorgeous pride?" His voice trembled a little. ...Honey? ...Oh well...

She lightly bit her lip, slowly understanding that he was singing about her.

"Won't you ever be the woman that you were before?
The one who could do everything, and so much more?
Won't you rule the stage, and hold the world there in your hand?
And if you won't, then won't you let me understand?"

She turned her head down, looking at her slippered feet.

"...They tell me that you're here now...
But I'm not sure I agree...
You're not who I've admired so long,
And you hardly seem to know me.

"Won't you ever be the woman that you were before?
The one who could do everything, and so much more?
Won't you rule the stage, and hold the world there in your hand?
And if you won't then won't you let me understand?"

With a heavy sigh, he stood up and put the banjo back in its place, his fingers rubbing over the gloves again and again as he went to slip them back under his pillow. Then he turned to the door--

She looked away and tried to slip out of sight behind the doorjamb.

Then his hand was on her arm. "...You should get your rest," he said gently, guiding her to her bedroom. "You need it..."

She bit her lip and kept her eyes down as he led her, trying not to cry without knowing the reason.

He pulled the blanket down for her and settled her into her bed. Before he could turn to go, her fingers brushed against his, and he froze. He knelt down next to her and let his hand wrap around hers. "It's okay, Piggy," he whispered.

There was something soft and wistful in her eyes. "...Forgot to miss music," she whispered.

He swallowed hard and gently squeezed her hand. "...You'll sing tonight in your dreams," he whispered assuringly.

She hoped he was right, and then she fell asleep, before he had even stood up.

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At breakfast the next morning, a keen observer could see that Miss Piggy was biting back many a flinch and shudder, and putting a strained effort into actually looking at the Muppets around her.

A casual observer could see that, by the end of the meal, Miss Piggy was more tired than she logically should have been, and hadn't finished her breakfast.

Kermit, therefore, was very reluctant to broach the topic he had meant to discuss at breakfast this morning.

The press.

In the end, though, it was taken out of his hands.

"Yo, Kerm?" Clifford said. "How long before we tell the press that Piggy's back?"

Miss Piggy froze and turned frightfully pale, her eyes on her plate. The Muppets quieted, some looking at her, some looking at Kermit.

Kermit swallowed hard, his eyes on her thin, nearly white face. "...I-- ...I think, we'll just-- ...do a press release, and lock ourselves in, for a while," he said softly. "The less contact, the better, for a while..."

Some faint color began to return to her face, but she hung her head, shrinking a little in her chair.

"But, I-- ...I guess... we shouldn't wait-- too much longer," he added gently.

They shifted their weight uneasily, some glancing at Miss Piggy, who was now staring down her food.

"So what do we wanna say in the press release?" Fozzie asked.

"How 'bout dat she's alive?" Rizzo suggested.

"That she's home," Kermit quickly corrected, but already Miss Piggy's slim muscles had tensed. Whether or not she had known that they had thought... It couldn't possibly be easy to hear that your loved ones thought...

"...And that she needs some time with her family before she spends time with the press," Rowlf added after a long moment of thought.

They quickly agreed to this, for it nicely covered for her protection from the media, which, through unspoken agreement, was absolutely essential.

"...How long was I gone?" she whispered faintly, her eyes still locked on her plate.

Kermit swallowed hard, watching her. "...One year," he said softly. "Exactly, to the day."

"Almost... to the hour," Scooter added softly.

She stared at her plate.

Rowlf stood up from his seat to put his paw on her shoulder. "You didn't know?" he asked gently.

She shook her head. "Lost track of... days..."

"...You had more important things on your mind," Kermit said.

She nodded faintly. "...Think... I'll go rest," she said softly, and she stood from the table and went upstairs.

"...That's the most I've heard her talk since she got back," Fozzie observed when she was out of sight.

"Yeah. ...She's been through a lot," Kermit said, and he shifted uneasily in his chair.

 

[The Count]

*Heart stab. *Silently huggles der Lisa strongly. *Whispers for her to post more please. *Leaves.

 

[Muppetfan44]

*Sits at her computer chair with her knees to her chest, petting her chocolate lab Maggie for comfort*

I have to say that without a doubt, that was the most powerful chapter of fan-fiction that I have ever read! I've never felt so into the story and feeling so much for the characters that I do now.

The whole part where Kermit thinks about how she was with her fellow angels, that she was an angel, then his angel... That was wonderful!


And then the song... Oh my God the song was heartwrenching! And then when he questions himself when he sings Honey. He is slowly realizing how much he cares about her, and it's beautiful.

He swallowed hard and gently squeezed her hand. "...You'll sing tonight in your dreams," he whispered assuringly.

That was such a great line!Oh how I wish he would just kiss her and make everything better again!

"...And that she needs some time with her family before she spends time with the press," Rowlf added after a long moment of thought.

Great line, especially for Rowlf!

Absolutely wonderful, Like I said before, definitely the most powerful and moving chapter of fiction that I have read. You are very talented and should be very proud of yourself. I can't say enough how much I loved that song and the whole thing was just absolutely wonderful.

Please post more soon, the closer we get to seeing Kermit and Piggy together and in love and happy again, the better for my soul, and the better for the Muppets!

PLEASE POST MORE SOON!

 

[theprawncracker]

Simply because I don't have nearly enough energy or brain power currently to provide the deserved detailed review for this chapter... I won't be providing the much-deserved detailed review for this chapter.

HOWEVER! I dare--NAY! I CHALLENGE one of my fellow readers to give Lisa the much-deserved detailed review this chapter so muchly deserves.

Anyhoo! I really liked this chapter a lot! Very touching and heart warming and quite all-around wonderfully well done (of course... this IS Lisa). I enjoyed Rowlf's line about the press and that he actually got up to put his hand on Miss Piggy's shoulder--oh, who am I kidding? That whole press exchange was just great! I also liked that Clifford brought up the subject. I look forward to seeing how that's handled.

And of course this chapter can't be discussed without mentioning the amazing (I assume) original song! Talk about yer heart wrencher! Yeesh! And Miss Piggy overheard it all! *sigh* At least she's recovering...

GREAT chapter Lisa! Can't wait for more! (Which is why I'm finishing this review so I can pay atteniton to the lining session. )

 

[TogetherAgain]

Aye! Original song! The chorus was the first part of the entire story to be written down. ...Er, typed out. One of those nights of insomnia in college... There were many of those.

<Hugs the PRawnie!>

<HUGS the Muppetfan44!> That TOTALLY took the edge off the pain of having just gotten my wisdom teeth out! I am honored.

Yeah! More please! ...Wait... my story. Nevermind...

 

[TogetherAgain]

Chapter Sixteen

When the official press release had been fully written, Kermit slipped upstairs and lightly knocked on Miss Piggy's door. "Piggy?"

There was no answer, and the door was unlocked. He quietly went inside, closing the door behind him.

She was in bed, once again sleeping in the fetal position. He winced. A niggling little voice in a corner of his mind suggested that she had always slept in the fetal position, even before her year in the jungle, but he found it very difficult to believe that voice.

He knelt down beside her bed and gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Piggy?" he said softly.

She was frowning. Even in her sleep, she looked so troubled...

"Piggy?" He lightly rubbed her thin arm. "Miss Piggy?"

She flinched and looked at him, and then bit her lip and quickly looked away.

"You okay, Piggy?" he asked gently, his hand still lightly resting on her arm.

She shifted her head slightly, not quite looking at him, but no longer trying to look away. "...I-- ...I
didn't-- know-- ...I-- ...was gone, so..."

He swallowed. "It's okay now, Piggy," he said softly. "You're home now. See? Home and safe."

She gave a quick nod.

"You wanna come downstairs?" he asked. "We've all missed you..."

She was quiet for a long moment.

"...Please?"

She hesitated, and then nodded, and pushed the blanket back to slowly sit up. She put her hand over his.

He gulped, and wrapped an arm around her. "C'mon," he said gently, and he led her into the hall, down the stairs, and into the family room.

They sat down on the couch, and she settled against him, safe under his arm, with her hand resting on his collar. He gently wrapped his hand around her thin fingers, silk shifting beneath his touch.

As they sat there, Kermit talked and sang and laughed with the other Muppets in the room, occasionally reprimanding when it was necessary, and generally interacted with them in a rather animated fashion, as was usual for them.

Miss Piggy, though, was very still and quiet. Her only physical movement was when Kermit moved her hand-- still wrapped in his-- from his chest to his lap. Whether or not she was mentally active or attentive was, from any perspective other than her own, far more difficult to tell.

She was, however, at least paying enough attention to them to know when it was time for lunch, and she straightened up. Kermit released her from his sheltering arm, and she went straight to the table, scarcely looking at anyone.

Kermit watched her go and sighed heavily as he made his way to the kitchen.

Fozzie put his hand on the frog's shoulder. "Do you think it helped her?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't know," Kermit said softly, and he went to take his seat.

Rowlf put a paw on the bear's shoulder. "It might've helped her," he said quietly, "But I'm pretty sure it did help him, at least a little."

Fozzie nodded. "That's good," he said, and they sat down to lunch.

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Within a few hours of the press release, someone spotted paparazzi camping out on the front lawn of the Muppet Boarding House.

Fortunately, the Muppets were well equipped to spend several days in the house without even having to open the front door to get the morning paper.

That was exactly what they ended up doing.

Somehow, every day, starting sometime after breakfast and ending just before lunch, Kermit found himself sitting on the couch with Miss Piggy safely tucked beneath his arm.

When Kermit went to sleep on the third day, he found himself questioning this new... habit.

Who initiated it each day? He was never certain. It seemed to just happen, which didn't do much in the way of providing answers as to why whoever initiated it did so.

Whom did it help? Emotionally, she seemed to be... a little better, maybe? Her improvements, at this point, were so slow and so slight that it was hard to know what was physical and what was emotional. He had thought, today, that her ears looked a little stronger, and then hadn't been able to remember whether or not her ears had ever appeared to have suffered in the jungle.

...But then... Did it- ...Did it help him, to hold her, then?

He fell asleep before he had an answer.

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Not long after breakfast the next morning, Kermit once again found himself sitting on the couch with an arm around Miss Piggy.

...Why? Why this again? Why this every day? Why did it keep happening? What did it accomplish?

He puzzled over it as they sat, paying very little attention to their surroundings. He was twice called on his lack of attention... that he was aware of, anyway, though he was far more aware of when she shifted a little closer to him.

When she straightened up to go to lunch that day, their eyes briefly met, and she gave him a very quick, very faint hint of a smile before she stood up and went to take her seat.

He stayed on the couch, absorbing this fleeting observation, uncertain of whether or not he had really seen it, whether or not it had really been there...

"Yo, Kerm, you comin'?"

"Oh! Uh-- yeah." Kermit quickly stood up and started walking to the kitchen.

"Good. ...Guess the frog has his head in the clouds today."

"What a day for a daydream..."

Kermit scrunched his face. "Guys..."

But they'd already begun to harmonize. "What a day for a daydreamin' boy..."

"Sheesh..."

"I am lost in a daydream... Dreamin' bout my BUNDLE OF JOY!"

The frog was suddenly the subject of several elbow-nudges. "Huh, Kermit? Huh? Huh?"

"Knock it off, guys..."

"Ohhhh... So it is about her!"

He shook his head and walked away, letting them laugh behind him. Apparently, some things would never change.

Some things, though... would change.

Once again, the next morning, Kermit found himself sitting on the couch with his arm around Miss Piggy, and once again, when it was time for lunch and she straightened up, their eyes met. But it was different this time.

This time, he held her gaze for a moment, because this time, there was a faint hint in her eyes of something that hadn't been there in quite some time.

There was a small, slight, very faint hint of a little bit of a sparkle.

He felt himself smile at the mere sight of it, and then it was gone, and her with it, on the way to the table to eat.

 

[theprawncracker]

There may be something there that wasn't there before...

I LOVED THAT CHAPTER! So introspective towards Kermit! I love that he questioned himself for holding her on the couch like that. So powerful... and of course, my favorite part was the "Daydream" harmonizing. I did love Rowlf's comfoting paw on Fozzie's shoulder too. ...C'mon, I liked it all! Good to see they're all avoiding the paparazzi. Good Muppets.

MORE PLEASE!