FanFic - Love is Neverending

[The Count]

Like Martin said... S'up to you how to end your own story... But I'd like a quiet yet happy ending for all involved. If you need to chat about possible idea inspirations, just leave us a message.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

*BUMP* The stories coming soon guys. Just don't burn me at the stake just yet...x_X

It's hard going.

 

[Leyla]

I always find it harder to write the ending, or near the ending than anything else. Hang in there, Renee! We'll love whatever you come up with!

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Nineteen

Late Winter - 2005

"Everyone on stage now for the 'Country Time' skit!" Kermit reported through the intercom beside his desk. He frowned and shifted through a few papers on his desk, signing those that needed signing and setting those aside that didn't. He looked back at the various characters going by onto the stage. He stopped the tall bumpkin which normally shouldn't have been going out on stage and tapped him quickly. "What are you doing? Where's Jerome, Tom?"

"Haven't seen 'em all day Kermit. I'm filling in for 'em. Why don'cha ask his boy?" He replied as he went out on stage to do the number.

Kermit frowned again, and looked around the stage for the soft spoken comedian. He felt something wasn't right, it was like a chill that overhung in the air for too long. Walking back stage he heard many voices, coming from a backroom, and he saw the bear leaning against the wall his chin cradled with both hands. A few of the creatures called Fraggles were around him. Kermit became still, and listened to them.

"It was just his time, Fozzie." Mokey quietly said, patting Fozzie's arm.

"He'd been sick for awhile, we just wasn't sure how to get ahold of you. I tried getting my Uncle Matt, but.." Gobo replied, looking down.

"Yeah, he was so worried about you too, Fozzie." Wembley added, as he looked up at Fozzie. "I was worried too!"

"It..it's okay guys. You're still not sure what to do, in this...big place." Fozzie murmured softly. Sprocket had his head in Fozzie's lap, and was sleeping. Gobo and Red were sitting on Sprocket's back, while Mokey was sitting on Fozzie's knee and Wembley was on his other knee. Boober was sitting on the floor in front of all of them. Boober sighed, and looked up at Fozzie, frowning very softly.

"I even brought him some medicine too. It didn't work." Boober said thoughtfully. He had wished, as they all had, that they could have helped their dear friend more.

"We talked with the Trash Heap about it, Fozzie." Red said, smiling.

"What did she say?" The ever-sweet bear said with a quiet smile. He always liked to hear what the trash heap had to say to his friends. It was usually quirky, but true information.

"She said that the cold caused his death. We tried to ask further, but she would not say anymore to us." Mokey replied. Then she smiled, and opened up her bag and brought out a very tightly folded piece of paper. "Junior did this for you." She handed it to Fozzie, who unfolded it.

It was a very small (for a Gorg of course) drawing of the Fraggles and Junior crying. With a stick figure of what Junior had figured Doc looked like on a bed. Fozzie smiled, and gulped softly, he gently picked up the Fraggles and gave them all a soft hug.

"T-Thank you guys!" He said, a few tears rolling softly down his cheeks. "Tell...tell Junior that too. Give him a hug for me as well..."

"We will!" Red said brightly, smiling softly.

Kermit was still as a rock in the swamp, listening. A soft, silken hand trailed down his shoulder to his hand and grasped it. He didn't turn to see who it was, he simply knew. Gently, he closed his hand around her's.

"Piggy." He said quietly. "Go get Scooter."

Piggy didn't have to ask, as she looked past her beloved frog, to see what he was seeing. She patted his shoulder, and told Scooter what had happened. Within a few minutes, the whole theatre knew. They quietly gathered behind Kermit, reaching down the hall. They knew he would need his friends. And they were ready.

Fozzie stood up, and watched as his friends went back through their fraggle hole to the rock. He watched as they left, and he stayed seated for a moment. But only a moment, as he knew he had to do his monologue soon.

"Come on Sprocket. I need to re-read over my lines for tonight." He said with a sad smile. "Comedy is what brought them together, and comedy is what will help me through this tonight!"

Sprocket barked happily, as slowly started to pad out of the room to lay underneath Kermit's desk, where he normally took up residence while Fozzie was on stage. He stopped when he saw all of Fozzie's friends gathered outside the door. Kermit raised a finger to his lips, and whispered to Sprocket.

"Shh, boy. Just go lay down, we're going to talk to Fozzie for a bit." Kermit said quietly.

Sprocket nodded and went underneath the frog's desk. He curled up and went to a halfway state of sleeping as he usually did. Fozzie started to walk outside of the room, his eyes locked on his papers. Suddenly a pair of arms were wrapped around his. He looked up, and saw Scooter hugging him tightly.

"Huh?" Was all he could utter before he started to get nearly mauled with loving hugs from all of his friends. "What's going on!?"

"We heard, Fozzie." Scooter said, looking up at Fozzie.

"Heard what, Scooter?!?" Fozzie shouted, quite flustered.

"About Jerome." He said quietly, as everyone started to peel themselves off of him, so he could breathe.

Fozzie looked down for a moment, and nodded. "Thanks...guys. I...thanks guys." He said, as he walked through the crowd to get to Kermit's desk. He looked back at Kermit for a moment, and he smiled. "When's the monologue tonight??"

Kermit was a little suprised. He had expected Fozzie to be shattered by this. But he seemed to brush it off like it was almost nothing, it seemed. Maybe he was just covering it up. Or something. But what that something was, this frog had not a clue. "Well...it's coming up next. After the act on stage is done, you're next."

"Oh, that's just great!" Fozzie said brightly, as he waited in the wings for the act to finish. A few minutes later, the country time act came off of stage, and Fozzie read one last time over his lines, and he went out there, a bright smile on his face, and a spring in his step.

"What did one cannibal say to the other as he was eating the clown?" He awaited the audiences reaction, which as usual was nothing. But...the strangest thing was...even the hecklers were not heckling him tonight, or he never heard them. "This tastes a little funny!! Ahhh!! Wocka wocka!!"

Kermit smiled. He knew what had happened. And he smiled. As Fozzie came back from his monologue he stopped at Kermit's desk and patted Sprocket on the head, and he barked happily.

"That was really great, wasn't it Sprocket? Maybe next time, I could try that joke Dad taught me. That would just bowl them over, don't you think so??" Fozzie said to Sprocket smiling brightly.

"Did Jerome and Emily like the preformance, Fozzie?" Kermit said softly, smiling softly.

"Oh yeah, they loved it, Kermit." Fozzie said, without thinking as he and Sprocket went farther backstage to talk with Scooter and Hilda.

"Yeah...I think they did love it." The frog said smiling, as he watched his best friend. "He knew they would love it."

 

[redBoobergurl]

Ohhh, that was nice. You know, it was sad, but it was very nice. It was actually sort of peaceful, the Fraggles surrounding Fozzie and Sprocket and it was just, well, for lack of better words, right. I don't think you could've done it a better way. I really liked how you did it. Is there more or was that the end? You didn't say it was the end, so I'm assuming there is more.

 

[The Count]

Well... Trust you to take us on even more of a roller-coaster ride than expected. I thought it was handled boo-tifully, and I'm sorry for Fozzie's loss.
Nice to see the Fraggles there, though Wembley was absent. Still a nice touch. And all through the theater they knew...
Hoping for more, if there's any left, soon.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Goodness. I left out my favorite character even! Oh my...I feel bad now. I forgot Wembley. Oh well. I'll fix it though.

 

[Ruahnna]

Read through the story today, Sara, and enjoyed it, but "whoo boy!" you guys don't flinch from the tough stuff. Glad to know Emily and Jerome had some nice times, but hate to see them go. (Wondered why Statler and Waldorf--who "always visited Emily at Christmastime" per MFC--didn't sit Jerome down and grill him about his intentions.) Liked Fozzie gaining some confidence and some steadiness as he matures--was proud of him for bucking up so well after his loss. Hugs to Fozzie.

 

[The Count]

*Gets the stick borrowed from smiles...
Poke, poke, poke... Sara, you there? Can we have some more story please? And even if you don't please?

 

[MartyMuppets]

Sara I love this tearjerker. Is there really any more to come? If so please write the epilogue soon or else verify that it's the end. It did feel like the perfect ending to me but like Beth said you didn't specify that it was the end.
Could there be a fantasy epilogue featuring Jerome and Emily appearing as ghosts to say their final farewells to Fozzie?
Oh I can't wait to find out.