FanFic - Love is Neverending

[redBoobergurl]

Ah, Gobo's hair is more of a pink color, that's probably why Ed thought it was Boober. Boober's hair is more orangy red. At least that's how I'd describe them.

But anyway, I love that you brought Fraggles into the story! Yea!

But, oh no, poor Emily! Poor Doc! What's going to happen? I wasn't expecting this to get sad! All right, I'll get some tissues and a teddy bear and I'll be ready for whatever you throw at us.

Great stuff sissy.

 

[The Count]

Well... The way I remember it from my sighted days... Gobo had purplish hair, the same sort of shade as Telly's fur, a dark pinkish purple. And Boober's was red, a slight dark red-brown. Besides, Gobo went out into the workshop to get the postcards from his Uncle Matt, whereas Mokey or Boober would venture out into the Gorg's garden to get radishes... Maybe because Boober's the cook of the Fraggle Five, I sort of thought it was Boober from the first appearance of Fraggles at the beginning of this story. Oh well, whoever it may be, it doesn't detract from the story.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Sixteen

Early Summer - 2004


A lone rocker rocked back and forth slowly. It's creaking was eerily loud and deafening in the silence of the farmhouse. A dark blue truck, and a black van sat in the driveway. The rocker rocked somemore a bit faster, getting agitated.

"Sir?" A man asked from inside the house. The other person didn't respond. He asked again. "Mr. Christian?"

"What?" He growled, his head down slightly, staring at the porch while he rocked.

"She died of---"

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!" He yelled, closing his eyes tightly. His hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly, his knuckles going white. Sprocket lifted his head, and laid it gently in Jerome's lap, whining softly.

"..uh..um...we'll....uh..." He stammered, it was his first day on the job as coroner and he wasn't used to angry people just yet. He had been trained...but this was real. He felt his own heart breaking. He could see just what Doc was going through.

An elderly couple, they hadn't been married for long they figured. Pratically newlyweds even. The man frowned, and was about to say something else, but he closed his mouth on better judgement and walked back inside to the others.

"Did you tell him?" Another man asked him.

"....I didn't have the heart to." The new man said softly. "He looked so...heartbroken."

"Has he contacted other family yet?" The other man asked him, as he gently wrapped up the bed sheets around Emily.

"Who else is there?" The newer man asked.

The other man, whose name was John, picked up a picture from the nightstand and handed it to the other man, whose name was Josh. It was of Fozzie and Emily at Christmastime. He frowned softly, and set the picture down on the nightstand again. Two of the other men inside, gently placed Emily onto the gurney they had in the room, and took her out to the black van.

Jerome didn't move, his glasses off; head downcast towards the ground. He stopped rocking when the gurney came outside. He looked over at it, and he saw the pale sky blue bedsheets gingerly wrapped around her body. Sprocket whined loudly, and Jerome petted Sprocket, as he stood up.

"..thank you." He managed to say, before he went inside the house.

"Will you be okay, Mr. Christian?" John asked, looking back at him.

"...I'll be fine I guess..." He whispered, as he closed the door behind him.

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"Oh I just can't wait to tell Ma just how well the movie went!!" Fozzie gushed as he drove down the dirt road up to the farmhouse. They passed a stark black van, but he didn't think anything of it. "She'll be SO excited!!!"

"Just calm down, Fozzie. I'm sure she'll love knowing that you did well in the movie." Kermit replied, getting the last bit of makeup off of his face. They had jumped directly into Fozzie's old red truck after a publicity shoot in full makeup. So Fozzie was still dressed as the Lion, and Kermit, sans facial makeup was still the Scarefrog. Sara sat beside them, dressed in a pretty bright green dress, as she was the assistant costume designer, she was also with them eariler too. Scooter and Gonzo were in the back of the truck, holding on as it kept hitting bumps left and right.

"Fozzie!! Watch out for that pothole!!" Scooter yelled from the back. *THUMP* He got shot nearly a foot into the air, and he found something to grip onto, and held on for dear life.

"YAHOO!! This is SO cool!!" Gonzo exclaimed, as he was nearly thrown from side to side in the back of the truck. "Let go of that tire, and enjoy this Scooter!"

"I'll enjoy it once we're there...." He moaned, clutching onto a grip underneath the top edge of the trucks bed.

"WE'RE HERE GUYS!!" Fozzie bellowed out, as he leapt out from the truck. His "tail" was still going from side to side, it worked off of a balance principle within the costume. The more he moved, the more it moved, so it was lashing from side to side now. "MA!?" He yelled out.

"It's kinda quiet isn't it?" Kermit mused, as he too stepped out, after Sara.

"Maybe they went into town, Foz." Sara replied, smiling. "We can come back later."

Fozzie got still for a moment, and he looked around. "The truck's still here though." He went up to the door, and knocked on it. "Ma!? Jerome?!"

There was no answer inside the house. Not even Sprocket was barking...

 

[redBoobergurl]

Oh no!!!! *sniffles* I hope Doc didn't do something stupid! Poor Fozzie, how will he take the news. And the line about no sounds, not even Sprocket's barking gave me chills. Please don't leave us hanging here sissy!

 

[The Count]

No.... That's what I thought might happen... But all was silent, even Sprocket wasn't barking? Oh man, that's even worse... Please post more soon, we wanna know what happened inside the farmhouse.
And John and Josh, these random names? Or are they someone from the boards?

 

[ReneeLouvier]

You'll see what happens. Be a bit though.

Yes, they were random names. Picked out of the air.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Seventeen

Early Summer - 2004


Fozzie frowned, and knocked on the door once more. Louder, harder. Still no response. He frowned, and stared at the door, then peeked inside the windows, the curtains were drawn and no lights were on inside. He shuddered softly.

"Somethings' wrong Kermit.." He whispered. "I need to get inside!"

"Didn't Emily say something about we'll always be able to get inside, Fozzie?" He asked softly, glancing around the porch, still stratching at his face lightly.

"The ROCK! Yes!!" Fozzie exclaimed, as he searched around down at the bottom of the steps, he found a small flat round rock. Underneath it was two keys. He leapt back onto the porch, and opened up the door slowly. Everyone walked inside, and the looked around.

"Ugh...what smells?" Sara said, sniffing the air slightly. Scooter sniffed the air too, and followed it to the kitchen. There was a pot on the stove, the bottom getting burnt by the gas stove still being on.

"They were boiling water in here..." Scooter said, as he flipped off the heat, and got a towel; taking the burnt bottomed pot off of the heat.

Kermit turned towards the bedrooms. He heard some noises upstairs. Taking the stairs two at a time, he stopped in front of one of the doors. It was opened slightly. He heard the flipping of a book on the bed.

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He sat on the bed, his face wet with tears. Sprocket had his head laying on his lap, looking up into his friends' eyes. He gently licked Doc's cheek, and Doc hugged him tightly, starting to cry again. On the bed in front of him was Emily's sundress. She was going to get dressed, eariler that morning out of her nightclothes to go to the doctor again. He had picked out her favorite sundress, with her hat and sunglasses and laid it all at the end of the bed, for when she woke up that morning.

But....She never woke up.

He stayed still, and wiped his eyes gently on his hankerchief and stared at the dress. He wondered why this had happened.

"She...was so full of energy, Sprocket. Emily...never seemed to slow down. She got sick from time to time, but it was never this...bad." He said softly, rubbing Sprocket's head gently. Sprocket slid off of the bed, and trotted over to the nightstand, he picked up the picture with one of his paws, and brought it over to Jerome. "...how will I tell him, Sprocky?"

Sprocket shrugged his hackles, and sat down. He didn't know how else to explain how he felt, so he howled.

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"What was that!?" Sara yelped, hearing the howling throughout the large old farmhouse. She and the others came up the stairs, where Kermit was seemingly glued to the floor. "Kermit, what's going on??"

"Get Fozzie." He said, simply.

"Why? What's going on?" She demanded. Kermit turned towards her, and gulped softly.

"Something happened to Emily. Jerome's up here, I need you to get Fozzie up here now." He said softly, looking down the stairs, where Fozzie stood at the bottom of them.

Sara turned away from Kermit, and relayed the message down through Scooter, and Gonzo. Fozzie took the steps three at a time, coming up quickly to the top. "Where's Ma, Kermit?" He said, exceedingly worried now.

"I don't know, Fozzie. Maybe Jerome will know..." He said, pointing down the hall, to the open door.

Fozzie made his way down the hall, and opened up the door slightly, looking inside. "Dad?"

"...F..Fozzie....how did you? How did you know?" He asked quietly, looking down at the photo still in his hands. "I didn't even...call you yet."

"Call me? About what? Please, please...tell me what's going on!!" He pleaded, getting nearer to the bed now, tears welling up in his eyes.

Jerome sighed deeply, and brushed his hair out of his face. He wasn't sure what to say to him, so he was just going to be straightforward. "Emily died early this morning. In her sleep. I don't know...from what just yet. But the doctors have told me they'll call me when they find out. She's been sick for quite sometime, Fozzie."

He stopped speaking for a moment, waiting to let it sink into the younger bear. Fozzie grew stone cold, rooted to where he stood.

"...M-Ma's....dead?" He said slowly, his hands shaking. Jerome stood up, and leaned down, giving Fozzie a tight hug.

"I'm sorry...Son.." He said softly into Fozzie's ear, as he hugged him.

Fozzie returned the hug, and the both of them started crying hard. The tears never seemed to stop for either of them...

 

[redBoobergurl]

Oh gosh....it's so sad!!! Poor Fozzie! Poor Doc! I'm so happy they managed to make friends with each other though so they can support each other now. This is turning into quite a tearjerker.

 

[Leyla]

*Whimpers pathetically* Oh my goodness, you killed a Muppet... and Fozzie's mom no less... wowsers.

WEll written and very poignant... I'm just so sad now.

 

[MartyMuppets]

Hoo boy. What a sob sob fan fic this has turned out to be Thank God that Fozzie and Doc are here for each other
I can't wait to hear more. Will the fraggles play a prominent part in further chapters at all? I would think Gobo would be sure to offer Doc his condolences since they finally met each other at the end of the Fraggle Rock TV series.