FanFic: Is That A Song There?

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Twenty Seven

Fozzie pulled the car near the sign, and looked around, it was so tough getting there, the snow was falling fast and hard. Skeeter opened her eyes, hearing the roar of the engine cutting through the pounding snow. She had her bare hand gently pressed around Scooter's neck, keeping that one part of his face, warm, and also making sure he still had a pulse all the while. She stood up, tapping on the window.

"Get out Fozzie. I'll drive." She looked determined, a stoic expression on her face.

Fozzie got out of the car, and Skeeter gently pushed Scooter towards him. She then stepped into the car, and started it up, as Fozzie got into the backseat with Scooter.

"Okay, Fozzie, hug him tightly, you have fur, and you're built for the cold weather. You'll be like a fur blanket to him, alright? Unbutton and unzip his coat, gently pull his arms out, and wrap your arms around him." She started up the car, and pulled it out from the side of the road. They all then began the long drive back to the boarding house.

Gonzo watched her, as she was instructing Fozzie what to do. "Then, take off his wool hat, make sure he'll respond to you, if he dosnt' just make sure he's breathing evenly."

"Skeeter...how do you know all this? I've only...really known you when we were little..." He wasn't sure how to ask this kind of question to her. Although he hadn't seen her in years, compared to how she normally had been acting around the boarding house, this wasn't like her.

Skeeter turned onto Oznwickz road, and then was driving evenly, making sure she knew where she was going. She sighed, and turned the heat up a little bit, taking off her own hood of her jacket, and her gloves one by one.

"My....my mother, not Sadie, but the woman who originally adopted me, she..." She paused, as she turned onto the road, going towards the boarding house now.

"That woman in black, right?" Gonzo inquired, looking back at Scooter, who Fozzie was hugging tightly, Fozzie was doing the right thing, gently warming him up.

Skeeter nodded. "Yeah. Her name was Jessica. Her husband was in the military, and I went through boot camp when I was only 15 years old. I was taught how to brave the elements, tough it out. On the side I did a lot of sports. If it wasn't for my vision, I would actually be in the army right now."
She tapped her glasses gently, as she got near the house.

Kermit was standing near the window, watching for them. She could hear Piggy ranting about something inside. She smiled.

"Jessica understood that I couldn't get into the military, but I was still trained by Steve, he was my father, so to speak. I learned how to shoot a rifle, and basic survial skills. I had thought I'd forgotten it actually, until I realized my brother was in trouble. I guess nesscity pulled it up to the top."

Fozzie held Scooter in his arms, as he gently stepped outside. "What should we do now, Skeeter?" He asked as he went up the steps.

She looked down for a moment. "Just get him inside, and put him on the couch. Get some thin blankets, and layer them on him. We want to warm him up slowly, too fast and that could hurt him almost as much as the cold would do. If I remember right, that would send him into shock."

Gonzo and Skeeter followed Fozzie inside the house, Skeeter pushed her way through the crowd of muppets that had gathered around the door, until they got towards the couch. Fozzie gently set Scooter down on it, and started to put some thin blankets on him. He piled about 5 of them on him.

Skeeter grabbed a chair, and sat down beside him, watching him. She saw everyone piling around the couch, watching as well.

"This isn't a spectuale you guys. Let him have some room, okay? He just needs to rest, only one or two of you should stay. He dosn't need everyone around him."

Only a few of them left. Still there was nearly 20 muppets around that couch. Skeeter stood up, trying to push them away from the couch. They were literally sitting on the couch, watching.

"HEY! I said he dosn't need to be crowded!!" She shouted, yet still no one moved. She was starting to get angry.

"MOVE IT! MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT!!!" She barked out like a military sargent. "I SAID MOVE IT YOU PEOPLE! MARCH RIGHT BACK TO YOUR ROOMS NOW!!!"

Everyone started scrambling towards their rooms, until it was only Kermit, Fozzie, Gonzo, Rowlf and Piggy watching. Skeeter sat back down in the seat, and kept her vigilance on her brother. He hadn't even moved since she found him, and he still was silent on that couch.

She knelt down in front of him, looking at his face. His cheeks weren't red yet, as they should be. She grasped his hand, and looked at him. Her voice was so soft, compared to her yelling just moments before. "Don't give up, Scoot. Please?"

Rowlf stood in the doorway to the kitchen, where Sadie sat at the island inside, on a stool. She had a box of tissues beside her, and a glass of cold coffee in front of her.

"He probably blames me...." She said sadly, to no one in particular. Rowlf looked back inside the kitchen, and grabbed another stool, and sat beside her.

"No one blames you, Sadie." He replied softly, placing his paw on her hand. She gripped his hand, her long red hair hiding her face.

"But why else would he...do something that stupid! Going out into the cold, when it's snowing...and he didn't even have his jacket." She looked back at them, her twins. One of them, could very well be near death and she wouldn't know it, and the other extremely worried for the other. "...even with it he wouldn't have lasted the night."

Rowlf couldn't find anything to say about it, but he just sat there, still holding Sadie's hand, as she stared at her children, her mind blank from all thought.

 

[The Count]

At least the family's all back at the boarding house. Maybe a hot water bottle would help?
Just waiting around for Scooter to revive and the mother-son reunion healing can begin.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Twenty Eight

Skeeter had fallen asleep on the floor, beside the couch, where Scooter lay. Around 5 am that morning, when he finally woke up, warmed up, and seemingly fine. He looked over at Skeeter, and reached down into the pocket of her jacket and got his glasses, he put them on, and sat up on the couch. He looked around the room then.

Piggy and Kermit were asleep underneath the windowseat. Piggy had her arms around Kermit, she looked pretty bad, actually. Her hair was in shambles, and her white gloves was darkened with grime it seemed to him.

Fozzie was laid across the old heckler's chairs, snoring softly, his hat on his face. Gonzo was laying on the floor in front of the TV, with Camilla tucked gently underneath his arm. She looked up at Scooter, and started to cluck.

"Shhh...be quiet Camilla." He whispered to the chicken. She bawked softly, and knelt her head back onto Gonzo's chest, and she went back to sleep. Gonzo didn't stir at all, deep in a dreamless sleep.

Scooter stood up, and looked down, he was down to his undershirt and boxers now. He looked again, to make sure he wasn't dreaming for some reason, and was somewhat suprised, but he grabbed his jacket, and shook it softly, putting it on.

He looked over at the couch, and saw his other clothes, his yellow shirt, and blue jeans; they were stiff with dirt and from the melted snow. The seat they were on, was absolutely messed up, from that same dirt. He looked back over at Piggy, he noticed both of her white gloves, were dirty.

"She must've helped undressing me..." He whispered to himself, as he walked into the kitchen. He almost stepped on something dark brown, he looked down, and he saw Rowlf, curled up on a small blanket on the floor. Sadie was curled up against him, one of her arms around him. He looked at the island in the middle of the kitchen, and saw the box of tissues, with many used up around it. He saw the old coffee cup, half-way full of coffee still.

Walking over to the counter, going slowly, he picked up a large bag of oatmeal, and a deep pot. He grabbed some dried fruit, and some sweet spices, and the jug of milk. He smiled, starting to dump milk into the large pot, and set it on the stove, turning the heat on. He measured out some oatmeal, and then set that on the counter.

The least he could was make breakfast for everyone, after all the trouble he had caused them.

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Sadie turned over off of Rowlf, and she looked up. She was met by the vision of Scooter's chest trying to grab a pan from over the two of them. She sat up suddenly, and grabbed him into a hug, dragging him down onto the floor.

"SCOOTER!!!" She cried, as she hugged him tightly. Pieces of buttered bread went everywhere, when she did that.

"ACK! Mom...mom...hi." He finally managed to say. She picked him up and hugged him again, she smelled something on the stove, it smelled really sweet, and she heard it bubbling.

"What's that, sweetie?" She helped him stand up again, brushing him off. She started to pick up the bread from the floor, tossing it in the garbage can, as she went about.

"Oh it's some oatmeal, with dried fruit. Warm, filling and hearty." He walked over to the stove, and turned the heat down, throwing some more apricots and figs inside the bubbling pot. He looked guilty then, looking down at the pot. "I just decided to make everyone some breakfast. I mean....uh..."

He stopped talking, and started stirring the pot, trying to keep his mind off of what he didn't want to say, or even admit.

"Because your sister risked her life, to save yours? You made everyone at the boarding house almost have a heart attack sweetheart. You shouldn't have acted...." She stopped speaking for a moment, she noticed just from his body language he was starting to tense up. She knew it was somewhat in his right to feel like this, even though it was unjustifed.

"I take that back. You should have at least came here though." She ended, watching him for a moment.

"Bosses' still angry with me, isn't he?" He said a little sadly, putting the lid on the oatmeal. He picked up the loaf of bread and started again with what he was doing eariler, making toast for everyone. He laughed, a little spitefully. "Here I am, I had a fit over that I was the gofer, and that was the only reason they would have missed me..."

He laughed again, setting the bread on the pan after he buttered it. "And I'm making breakfast for them." He shook his head. "I can't even stop getting them what they want all the time."

Sadie smiled, and stood beside him, helping him with the bread. "Honey, look at what you're doing."

Kermit, Fozzie, and Piggy had woken up, as well as Rowlf, and they watched silently from the doorway. Scooter just shrugged his shoulders to what his mother had said.

"I don't know. What am I doing, Mom?" He said sarcatically, realizing what she was asking him. "I'm getting everyone breakfast, that's what I'm doing. I'm still the stupid gofer, the eager teenager who the best thing he can do, is get something for everyone."

Sadie laughed softly, putting her hand on his. "You're not getting this for them. Your doing this for them. They didn't ask you, nor did they tell you to do this. Your simply doing this, because you wanted to." She smiled at her son, nodding softly. "They still care for you, you know."

He shrugged his shoulders softly, and set the pans in the oven. He looked over and saw the sink, it was full of dirty dishes. "I guess I should start this then." Fozzie walked over there, and put his paw in front of Scooter.

"I'll do this, Scooter, you just do what you're doing.." He smiled, and started to wash the dishes.

Scooter was quite suprised. "Fozzie...how long have you..." He turned around, to see the others as well. A bright blush crept across his face, when it hit him.

He's standing in the kitchen, in his underwear and socks. Skeeter and Gonzo were up now, and Piggy let out a playful whistle.

"Decided to let the world see ya, huh, Scooter!" Piggy laughed, as she walked over towards the coffee maker. She slipped off her gloves, and looked over at him, smiling.

"Can't have breakfast without coffee, huh?" She started the coffee maker up, getting out the strongest coffee they had. Scooter chuckled a little bit.

"I thought you hated making coffee, Piggy." He smirked towards her.

"At least this thing works!" She replied, as she pressed the button for the maker, and started up the second one with the same super caffienee coffee.

Rowlf and Gonzo were lining up bowls and plates for the oatmeal. Kermit went out into the main living room, and stood right in between the two staircases, with a small megaphone in his hand.

"BREAKFAST TIME EVERYONE!!! GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT!!!!" He yelled happily into the megaphone. The morning stampede began.

 

[The Count]

Wow! The warm fuzzies in full effect! Kermit with the megaphone, Extreme Makeover Homeowners Edition appearance.

Making oatmeal... Hey someone call Bert over. And Ernie, and Cookie and the rest of the gang.
So Steve was Jessica's husband... Now why does that name sound familiar, a possible Muppeteer? *Wonders if Renee's found/joined the SWAHEB yet.

And what'll Scooter say when you get to this point in the commentary? Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Keep up the great job, there's more story after this right?

 

[ReneeLouvier]

I've found SWHEB...whatever it's called. But I haven't joined yet. Now if they made a RHLC I'd join in a heartbeat!

Try to guess what it means. XD

Oh yeah, didn't realize it but the megaphone thing was kinda a nod to that. And Steve? Didn't notice that, just picked a name outta thin air. XD And those other references, again, I didn't notice it. XD It just...happened.

Hope ya'll are loving the story. Kinda burned out right now, I've got a horrible sinus infection and my liver's been hurting.

Kinda really weird when your liver hurts. XD I'll be getting a liver biopsy in a week or so, so I'll be out for a couple of days in the hospital. XD

I'll be pumped up on vicodin and stuff. I'm kinda used to the hospital and everything by now, actually been used to it, I pratically grew up there. XD Just cause you guys are my friends, I'm going to share something with you, that's been...bothering me for a little while now.

------ I've been having a dream for the past week. I had finished up my stories and had them bound in a bookstyle, and I had two copies. My mom had convinced me to send them to the Henson company so the muppeters could read them. I had included a very nicely written fan letter with it on top, and we sent off the whole package. (It weighed nearly 2 lbs total. >_O) About a week later, I got a phone call, and weirdly enough, I was someone they were trying to find for so many years.

Apperently I was Richard Hunts daughter. The story behind that was that because of Richard's failing health (I was born in 1986.) He and his wife couldn't/wasn't able to take care of me, so they put me up for adoption, with a screening process. They picked my parents and my parents have been taking care of me for all of my life. Well, because of legal guidelines my mother, Denise Louvier Hunt, couldn't find me on her own, I had to find her. Or at least wait until I was 18 years old. Well, I'm 19 years old, and they told me that I was his daughter. Which made sense for my general poor state of health. Strangely enough I didn't have AIDS, but I had HCV, (which I really do have). They came to South Carolina, and we spoke with them, and the one thing they asked me was, what would you love to do? I told them, it would be wonderful if we could have another MuppetFest. As I never even knew about the first one, and I didn't go to it. So they orginized it, and they had it. (Suprisingly in my dream Disney was never mentioned. XD)

I got to meet everyone there, and they actually had my stories published, not like for the general public of course, but for interselling during the MuppetFest itself. For free. I think they ran out of copies. They had printed about 150 of them. XD

Then after MuppetFest was over, I went to the Henson studios, and Dave and Frank brought out a small box, on the side it read "Renee's". They opened it, and guess what was inside?

A Scooter muppet, fully dressed, with...hospital clothes on. And a small videotape.

On that videotape was Richard singing to me as a tiny baby, with Scooter on his arm, singing along with him. At the end of it, Scooter gave me a kiss on my tummy, and Richard gave me a kiss on my forehead.

While watching that videotape (within my dream of course, which was kinda freaky.) I heard Jim's voice, but I never saw him. (he must've been working the camera I thought.)

"That's beautiful, Richard.." Jim had said, walking a few steps closer to Richard and myself. Richard smiled sadly, looking down at myself, he slipped Scooter off of his arm, and held me with both of his, myself laying against his chest. I was a tiny baby, maybe 3 lbs at that time. (I was born only 1 1/2 lbs.) He stroked my head softly.

"It's a shame I won't get to see her grow up.." He choked out, gulping softly.

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I woke up crying. And I couldnt' sleep for the rest of night. It happened for three more days. Kinda freaked me out. Just thought I'd share that here. More story tommorrow, or later tonight. Whichever drives me more.

 

[The Count]

Well... Maybe you should talk to Scooter about how your liver hurts like that.
SWAEHB: Steve Whitmire, Admirers of His E-something Backside.

Christy started it though Bo's the one who posted the first post.
Just start the RHLC, maybe you'll get some followers to rival that other gang. Gosh, hope it doesn't come to MC club fight night soon.

 

[TogetherAgain]

<smiles> That's a good feeling.

He's doing it for them. Because he wants to. And now they're helping, too. BREAKFAST TIME!

<looks at clock> Little late for bre- <blink> <looks at clock> <looks at homework> ...Uh... <ahem>

Didn't realize you were making references? Oh, that's the best kind! I've done that a few times... And then I eventually realized it was easier to reference something than to think of something that didn't reference anything...

<cough> SWAEHB: Steve Whitmire Admirers, Especially His Behind. Trust me, I know- I'm a proud member.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

I edit'd the posts before ya'lls. Check it out. I'd...really like some kind of commentage on that weird dream. It was so sad, and....I don't know. My mind's kinda muddled up over it. It's just a dream...but it felt just SO real.

Kinda like some weird premontion. Or maybe just my fangirl's heart trying to find some comforting reason why I have heptitius C, or something.

You know?

Also, where would I start RHLC? (Richard Hunt Lover's Club, by the way. XD) Friends and Family or General Discussion?

 

[redBoobergurl]

Wow, thanks for sharing something so personal like that dream Renee. Although, I'm not really sure what it means or what to tell you, cause I'm not an expert on that kind of thing. But, I don't think it's weird or anything like that.

Some more good stuff in these last chapters, glad Skeeter found Scooter, glad that things are turning around a little bit for everyone. I'm looking forward to more.

Also glad you told us you'll be having a biospy in the hospital (not glad you're having it, just glad you're able to let us know what's going on...if that makes sense) and I want you to know I'll be thinking of you while you're gone.

All right, bring on some more story!

I don't know where to put the RHLC. I think we had SWAEHB in Friends and Family...but I don't remember.

 

[The Count]

Naw... It goes with SWAEHB in the Henson People section. That is, if it's OK with everybody else... Since that's where the other thread's at...