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A Heart of Gold

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by TogetherAgain, Dec 19, 2006.

  1. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Oh it's so awesome!! Craig and Robert! Mind if I call him Rob? Or Bob? Or Rob-alob-a-Bob-Rob? Didn't think so. But it's awesome! Loved the opening, so so much. Kermit and Sam, so powerful. I just loved the whole thing! And, as always, MORE PLEASE!!
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  2. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Yes, you may call him Bob.

    You may not call him Rob.

    I would not advise you to call him Rob-alob-a-Bob-Rob, either.

    But Bob, or Geraldson, or... yeah. He's a cool guy. So's Craig.

    And Ed, it feels like it's unfinished because there's more to come! ...Eventually.
  3. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    How much did I love this chapter? The quiet beauty in Kermit and Sam raising the flag. The visit from two of Kermit's Marine friends! And Janice!!! This line:
    gives a sense of normalcy and like Fozzie said "yep, Kermit's really home" It just shows that even though so much has changed for all of them, some things never change. I look forward to reading more of this visit from Craig and Robert.
  4. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Oooh, what to say, what to say...Kermit, for a start. That's Kermit. Right there. See? See him? *points* Kermit. He's real.

    Sam. *points at Sam* That's Sam. Robin is Robin.

    Bob isn't Rob, though, and Rob isn't Bob. Wait...um?

    But KERMIT! He's Kermit. Yes he is. And don't you dare tell me otherwise. Hes Kermit alright.
  5. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Fourteen

    They settled themselves on the couch.

    "When did they send you guys back?" Kermit asked.

    "Pretty much right after you," Craig said. "Just as soon as Bob here was good enough to travel!"

    "How's your gut, Bob?" Kermit asked. His voice dropped slightly. "Did they get the bullet out?"

    Bob nodded. "Gut's good enough," he said. "Your shoulder?"

    "It's progressing," Kermit sighed, and he tugged at the sling. "But I'm getting about ready to rip this thing in two-"

    "Don't blame ya, sir," Craig said. "Betty Sue had one of those once, and-"

    "Have you seen her yet?" Kermit asked. "Have you been home at all, yet?"

    They glanced at each other. "We came here first," Bob said quietly.

    "Why?" Kermit said.

    "Well y'see sir," Craig said, leaning forward and setting his elbows on his knees, "What happened is that Major D, he called us in and he says 'Boys, I sure hope you was good 'n' humble to Frog before he left,' and we says t'him, 'Major, we ain't seen Frog before he left,' and he says 'You mean you ain't seen him since Damascus?' and we says 'No sir!' and he says 'Well then you boys better march right on home and get straight to that frog and thank him,' so that's what we done."

    "Major D. told you that?" Kermit said. "Yeah right. He sent you here to make sure I didn't take his spoon or something."

    "Fork, actually," Bob grinned.

    "Mm-hm, typical," Kermit said.

    "I thought it was his ball-point pen?" Craig said.

    "No that's what Sanders supposedly took," Bob said.

    "Whaddaya think he'll say you guys took?" Kermit said. "Lighter? Reading glasses?"

    "Chap stick," Craig said.

    "Does he have reading glasses?" Bob asked.

    "No, but he should," Kermit said.

    "Amen to that," Bob nodded.

    "Hey wait a second," Kermit said, "Craig, why'd he send you home?"

    The smile dropped off of Craig's face. "Same reason as Andrews," he said.

    Kermit nodded.

    "What did Major say he took?" Bob asked.

    "Some good luck charm, I think," Kermit said.

    "Heh- if you ask the Major, they're all good luck charms," Bob said.

    "Yeah, but only when he can't find 'em," Kermit said. "Once he knows where they are, they're worthless again."

    The front door opened. "Hello! I'm home!" a cheerful voice trilled. "Did any of vous save any lunch?"

    "We tried, but keep in mind who lives here!" Rowlf called out.

    "Piggy, could you come in here?" Kermit called. "There's some people I want you to meet."

    He could almost hear the way she hesitated, readjusting her demeanor for company, before stepping into the room with her usual classiness. "Certainly, Kermie," she said as she sashayed around the couch to perch herself on the arm and kiss the back of his head before even thinking of looking up at the two visitors- whom she had, of course, all ready sized up when she entered the room.

    Kermit watched with a certain smugness as his friends sat a little straighter and cleared their throats. "Piggy, this is Pfc. Craig Rivers and Pfc. Robert Geraldson," he said, gesturing. "Bob, Craig- This is Miss Piggy." As if they hadn't noticed.

    "No kidding," Bob muttered under his breath.

    If she heard him, she didn't acknowledge it. "Pleasure to meet you, boys," she said with a smile, letting her eyelashes lower just slightly.

    "Pleasure's all ours," Bob sputtered. He turned to Craig and nodded towards her. "The other one he never shuts up about."

    Noticing Craig's rather slacked jaw and bulged eyes, Kermit turned to look at her. "You'll have to forgive them, Piggy," he said with a playful smile. "They just got back. It's been a while since they've seen a lady out of uniform." He let his eyes sweep over her significantly, and he was pleased with what he saw.

    "Understandable," she said patiently, touching the back of his arm and pretending she wasn't fully taking advantage of being the center of attention.

    "I had a feeling you'd think so," he whispered to her, not at all displeased- proud, if anything.

    Bob cleared his throat. "Well, um- Kermit," he said, and he reached out and shook Kermit's hand. "We wanted to thank you," he said firmly.

    Kermit shifted his weight.

    "For what?" Miss Piggy asked innocently, discreetly sliding her finger down the back of her frog's arm.

    "Why, don't you know?" Craig said, snapping out of his trance. "This frog here saved our lives!"

    Miss Piggy straightened up slightly, pleased. "Oh! He never mentioned that," she said sweetly.

    "Oh, absolutely!" Craig said. "How did y'think he got that Purple Heart o'his?"

    Bob nodded appreciatively. "That bullet was aiming for my neck," he said, pointing to his jugular for emphasis.

    Kermit shrugged it off, squirming. "It was a lousy shot," he muttered.

    "It was aiming for my neck," Bob repeated.

    "That's right!" Craig said. "And Kermit took his helmet off for that neck!"

    "You WHAT?" Fozzie said, staring at Kermit, his eyes blazing with retrospective worry.

    "I-" Kermit straightened up slightly. "I had other protection. Bob didn't!" he explained.

    "Bob was lyin' down on the job," Bob said with a wink.

    "Ha!" Craig tossed his head back. "That's one way to put it!"

    Miss Piggy wrapped her arms around Kermit. "So brave," she sighed. She thought about the helmet. "Foolish, but brave."

    "That's the same thing," Kermit said.

    "Maybe in your eyes," she said. She kissed his cheek, released him, and stood up. "Moi am getting awfully hungry- I'm going to find something to eat, if you'll excuse moi." She trotted off towards the kitchen. "Nice meeting vous, boys!"

    Craig watched her go with eyes that appeared to be lazy but were anything but. He turned to look Kermit straight in the eye. "Sir," he said, "I think I can suddenly understand why you did not find Lieutenant Rebecca Jackson to be particularly attractive."

    Kermit grinned broadly at him. "I had a feeling you did," he said. "You look like you could use a little fresh air there, Private Rivers."

    "I know I sure could," Bob said, adjusting his shirt collar.

    "I love it," Rowlf said, "Breaking in the inexperienced. There's a porch out front, good for breathers."

    Pepe shook his head at the two Marines. "Jou two have been in de service too long, hokay?" he said.

    On the other side of the room, there was suddenly a very large BOOM!

    Bob and Craig instinctively ducked down.

    "HARRY!" Kermit scolded. "It's okay, guys, that's usual around here. War or no war."

    They stood up, looking a little shaken, especially Craig.

    "I think I'll take you up on that fresh air," he said.

    Kermit nodded. "Sounds like a good idea," he said. "Um, excuse us, guys..." He led Craig and Bob out onto the porch.

    Miss Piggy was alone in the kitchen when she noticed through the window that Kermit and his war buddies were going out to the porch.

    She cracked the window open.

    "So how are you really doing?" Bob asked. "You're not taking it as easy as you act."

    "Neither are you," Kermit said bluntly. "...Are you okay, Craig?"

    "I'll be fine, sir," Craig said, looking out at the street. He turned. "Is it harder here?" he asked. "With Robin around?”

    Kermit put his hands on the railing. "I've been home for three days," he said. "...I can't even look Robin in the eye."

    "I take it you haven't been to the swamp yet, then," Bob said.

    "No," Kermit said. "I'm dreading it." He turned. "What about you?" he asked. "Have you talked to your mom? Called her? Anything?"

    "No," Bob said, his eyes hard.

    "You should," Kermit said softly. "She needs to know, Bob."

    Bob sighed. "Of all the guys to get sent home..."

    "A mother should know where her child is," Kermit said.

    "Amen," Craig whispered.

    Kermit put his hand on Craig's arm. "Have you talked to Sally?" he asked.

    "Yeah," Craig said. He closed his eyes. "She said she's waitin' for me," he said. "I'm thinkin' I wanna bring her something nice."

    Kermit nodded. "That's a good idea," he said. He looked down.

    "You haven't forgiven yourself yet, have you?" Bob sighed.

    Kermit looked up at him, his face strained. "How could I?" he asked.

    "Because y'had to do it," Craig said. "Golly, sir, if any of us is guilty, it sure ain't you."

    "He was a kid," Kermit said.

    Bob put his hand on Kermit's back. "Thanks," he whispered.

    Kermit gulped. "I can't get his eyes out of my head," he said.

    "I can't forget his gun," Craig said.

    Bob shook his head. "I just keep hearing him."

    Miss Piggy listened, but they were very quiet for a long time.

    She closed the window.

    After a while, there was a slight commotion, and she left the kitchen to find that Kermit had come back inside with Craig and Bob, who were now preparing to leave.

    "Bye guys!" Kermit said. "Great to see you again. Thanks for coming by!"

    His voice was cheerful, but his face was in pain. He was thinking of something he wanted to forget, and they could all see it.

    "Thank you, Kermit," Bob said, shaking his hand.

    "Yes sir, thank you," Craig said, shaking Kermit's hand in turn.

    "Don't call me 'sir,' for the last time!" Kermit teased. "We're the same rank!"

    They chuckled.

    "Keep in touch, Frog," Bob said.

    "You too, Geraldson," Kermit said.

    They turned to Craig. "Rivers," they said in unison.

    "I will!" Craig said.

    Craig and Bob shook their heads as they chuckled out the door.

    "Bye guys," Kermit said.
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  6. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Now that's more like it... Nice full chapter rich with everything we come to hexpect from a Lisa fanfic production.
    Piggy... Eavesdropping on her frog? That's not very ladylike... But it does get the job done for when she needs to keep that frog in line.
    Very palpable the pain shared by the trio... Great conversation styled chapter.

    What more can I say but, More Please!
  7. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Oh how I love it! And oh how incredible that our frog saved two lives! Gosh I love him... I just wish he could forgive himself... I've forgiven him, so has Piggy, and I think if Robin knew, he'd forgive his uncle too. I just know he would. Anyway, great chapter other half! ((((HUGS)))) and more please!
  8. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Kermit the hero...very nice. The scene with him and his friends though, very painful. Still, nice to have them there and see him interact with them. I really enjoyed their addition to the story. Hugs to you Lisa, can't wait to read more.
  9. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Okay so here's the deal. I'm not allowed to have my computer turned on until my room is clean, so we're all just going to pretend I'm not here, okay? I probably won't be able to come on until late tonight, at the earliest.

    But I HAD to post this chapter.

    It's another rough one, so brace yourselves with the proper soft cushy creatures.
  10. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Fifteen

    "Wow," Fozzie said as the door closed. "Kermit, you saved their lives!"

    "Yeah," Kermit said quietly, looking out the window after them. His voice grew to be almost inaudible. "No good deed goes unpunished."

    Seeing him there so forlorn, Miss Piggy instinctively stepped forward to comfort him, but before she was close enough-

    "Excuse me." Kermit turned and pushed through to the stairs, not looking at anyone.

    Miss Piggy watched him go. She looked at the door. She looked at the stairs. She had to know.

    She pushed through the Muppets, opened the door, closed it behind herself, and rushed off the porch. "Boys!" she called out. "Wait."

    They stopped and turned to stare at her. "Miss Piggy," Bob sputtered.

    "You were there," she said matter-of-factly. "You were with him, right?"

    "We was in the same unit," Craig said.

    Her voice dropped down low. "When he killed the little boy," she said. "I know he did it. Were you with him then?"

    They stiffened.

    Craig looked at his boots. "We was, ma'am," he mumbled.

    "How-" Bob shifted his weight. "How much has he told you?" he asked.

    She hesitated. "Very little," she said. "But he makes it sound like he's a murderer, and you make it sound like he's a hero." She took a deep breath. "Tell me what happened.”

    Craig snapped his head up abruptly. "Ma'am-"

    "Don't MA'AM moi, just-" she stopped. "Just... tell me what happened," she said quietly.

    The looked at each other. "Mind if we sit on the porch, then?" Bob asked.

    "Sure." They went back to the porch, where the two Marines sat on the steps while Miss Piggy stood.

    "Um," Craig looked uneasy. "You may want to sit down, ma'am."

    "Never mind it," she said quietly. "Tell me what happened."

    Bob took a deep breath. "All right," he said. "Here's how it went."

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    "It's clear!" Bob said. "Come on, let's get out of here!"

    They bolted into the next room.

    BAM! BAM!

    "Get down!"

    "No choice there," a groan came from the floor.


    They ducked behind the only shelter they could find. It was low, but it sufficed. Bob had fallen to the floor, flat on his back. He was bleeding... and their shelter wasn't quite enough. It blocked his feet, his legs, his hips, his abdomen- his bleeding abdomen- and his chest. But his head and neck were open to the incessant fire of bullets.

    Craig grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, pitched it.


    But the gunshot continued.

    "Bob!" Kermit took his helmet off and stretched it out, hoping to block the bullets from his friend's vulnerable neck.

    BAM! Whiz-


    The helmet dropped from his hand and he clutched his shoulder and he grabbed the helmet again and set it in front of Bob's neck and face.

    "HOLD THIS THERE!" he ordered.

    "Frog, you're crazy! Put this back on!" Bob protested, but he did as he was told.

    The gunfire continued.

    Craig struggled with his rifle. "It's jammed!" he said.

    "We gotta get outta here," Kermit panted. He pulled a bandange out of a pocket.

    Craig's eyes went wide. "SIR!" he pointed.

    Kermit grabbed his pistol and turned and shot where Craig pointed.

    That was when he saw.

    The boy was looking straight into Kermit's eyes. He was small. He was so devastatingly small.

    Blood seeped forth from his chest. The bullet had hit his heart. He fell backwards, eyes still open, and his gun clattered beside him, bigger than he was.

    He did not stir.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    "We could see it right then," Bob said huskily. "It was all over his face... We knew he'd take it hard."

    Miss Piggy slowly lowered herself down onto the last step.

    "He ain't one t'kill nobody," Craig said miserably. "He's the best shot 'n' the biggest heart in the unit. Y'know how I know that?"

    She lifted her head. "How?" she whispered.

    "He'd aim for the hands," Craig said, holding his own hands out. "Shoot the gun out of their hands. Make it so they couldn't hurt us, and then take 'em prisoner."

    Bob stared out vacantly. "We got a lot of POW's that way," he said dully. "Lot of good information from 'em, too. Probably saved a lot of lives."

    Miss Piggy bit her lip and nodded.

    Craig set his chin in his hands. "He'd still hate it when he had to shoot, though," he said. "I don't think I'll ever forget his face, when he saw..."

    "What happened next?" Miss Piggy whispered.

    He looked at her. "Ma'am-"

    "What, happened, next," she said.

    Craig sighed and looked at his boots.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    The utter lack of gunshots echoed in their ears.

    Kermit set his gun down on the dusty floor. He could only stare.

    A few feet away, Craig was shaking.

    Bob's breath came hard and harsh through his clenched teeth.

    Kermit tore his eyes away from the boy. "We gotta get out of here," he muttered. He grabbed the bandage he had dropped and wrapped it around Bob's wounded abdomen, hoping to stop the bleeding.

    "Frog," Bob wheezed through clenched teeth. He lifted Kermit's helmet. "Put. The helmet. On."

    Kermit looked at his wounded friend, and the way his eyes were squeezed almost shut.

    He took the helmet and slammed it onto his head.

    "Let's get out of here," he said. "Craig, help me carry him. You take his head, I'll take his feet."

    Craig didn't budge.

    Kermit reached over, grabbed him by the arm, and shook him. "Craig! Come on! Rivers!" Craig seemed to respond, so he let go. "Help me carry Bob."

    "Sir, your shoulder!" Craig said.

    "Never mind it," Kermit grumbled. He scooped up Bob's knees. "Are you gonna help?"

    Craig scrambled around and scooped his arms under Bob's armpits. "Yes sir," he said.

    Kermit nodded in the right direction, and they ran back the way they had come. At least they knew it was safe that way.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    "We were separated when we got back to our side," Bob said, rubbing his forehead. "Kermit wasn't as hurt as I was, and Craig just had a couple scratches."

    "But we heard he was okay... physically, anyway," Craig said. "And we heard he got sent home."

    Bob smoothed one hand with the other. "Semper Fi doesn't end with a discharge, though," he said softly. He looked at Miss Piggy. "We had to see him first thing, y'know? He's one of ours. One of yours, too, sure. But he's one of ours."

    "We don't abandon one of ours," Craig agreed.

    Miss Piggy nodded. "I know that," she whispered. "We know." She jerked her head towards the house. "We stick together, too."

    "That's good," Bob said. "He needs that now."

    Craig was quiet.

    Bob glanced at him. "We should get going," he said. He stood up. "We'll probably be back, though."

    "We appreciate it," Miss Piggy said, standing, and Craig stood too.

    Bob shook her hand firmly. "Take care of our frog for us," he said.

    "I will," she said. "We all will. He's our frog, too."

    Bob released her hand, and Craig took it. "Ma'am," he said simply.

    She looked him in the eyes. "Craig?" she asked quietly. "Why were you sent home?"

    His face grew firm. "Emotionally unfit for battle," he said. "Ma'am."

    She nodded and firmly shook his hand.

    "Ma'am?" he whispered. "Thank you- for needing to know what happened."

    "Thank you for telling me," she whispered.

    He nodded, dropped her hand, and they began to walk away.

    The two Marines stopped when the older one put his hand on the younger's arm, and pointed up.

    They affectionately gazed at the flag for a moment.

    They stood at attention, gave it a smart salute, and marched on, perfectly in step.
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  11. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Wow... That's so heavy I don't know what to make of it.
    Beauregard: What do you usually make of it?
    Never mind.

    So heavy... It's got one foot in the grave almost.
    Three-Legged Screaming Thing: That's nothing, you should see the foot I left back in Cleveland.
    Nurse Janice: And he's got another foot on the operating table Dr. Bob.
    Nurse Piggy: Well, what do you make of that Dr. Bob?
    Dr. Bob: What else... A yard!

    Some levity there... Great chapter, now clean up your room so you can get back to non-existance on this day of Wednes.
  12. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Yeah, I agree with Ed, it was very heavy, but necessary at the same time. I'm so glad to know what happened exactly. It's no wonder there's so much pain in Kermit's eyes everytime he sees Robin. My only hope is that he'll be able to...I don't know, I suppose you never get over something like that but yeah...Anyway, very well written chapter, I liked how you did it in flashback. Must read more so you'd better clean that room young lady!
  13. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    *gasping breath* I just... That's so... Wow... Wow... *whispering* Wow...

    Piggy... I can hear her say it... (Of course I could also do an impression of her saying it, but it's not the same.) That's just... Wow... I love it so much... I may have almost gotten sick when Kermit... Well... The kid... But Piggy... Wow. Thanks other half. More please.
  14. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Um Beth... Don't you mean young "ladies"?
  15. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <hugs all around>

    Okay, so here's the deal. So far, I have found:
    12 water bottles
    11 square feet of carpet (roughly)
    10 empty containers
    9 kinds of paper
    8 old worksheets from school
    7 school years worth of notebooks
    6 pieces of "trash" from Israel
    5 notebooks in progress
    4 pairs of outgrown shoes
    3 abandoned hobbies
    2 cow slippers
    And a partridge in a pear tree.

    ...You think I'm joking about that last one, don't you?

    ...Okay so I am.

    But I have also found the long-lost kitchen timer, a book, three bags worth of garbage, and infinite amounts of dust. And I'm not done yet. You know those roughly eleven square feet of carpeting I found? I lost the rest of my room. But by this time tomorrow, it should be all taken care of, and I won't have to wait until the rest of the house is asleep to come on.

    In the meantime... The next chapter is only rough if you absolutely despise ushy gushy. If that's the case, you have my sympathy. If not, set your soft cuddly things aside and enjoy.
  16. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Sixteen

    Miss Piggy opened the door and headed for the stairs. She did not intend to waste time. "Has anyone talked to him?" she asked Fozzie on the way.

    "No," Fozzie said, struggling to keep up with her. "We thought he needed some time to think, and-"

    "He's had enough."

    She opened Kermit's door and closed it behind her.

    "Kermit the Frog, get over here," she snapped.

    He did as he was told.

    She folded her arms and tapped her foot, waiting for him to get close enough, her eyes measuring.

    He stood in front of her.


    He slammed into the opposite wall and sat on the floor.

    "THAT'S TO KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU!" she announced.

    Pain seared in his shoulder, and he took his sling off to rub it properly.

    She didn't seem to care about that as she marched across the room and knelt in front of him. "Kermie, he wasn't some innocent little boy- he was trying to kill you!" she implored.

    "But he was just a child!" he argued, straightening up and forgetting his shoulder.

    "But he wasn't innocent," she said, jutting out her entire face. "He wasn't what a child is."

    "But that's just what bothers me!" he said, his arms finding her waist. "He wasn’t innocent!"

    "And Robin is," she said sharply, her hands on his shoulders. "It's not the same at all, Kermie. Stop thinking it is!"

    "But where was their innocence?" his arms tightened. "There wasn't any there, Piggy!"

    "But you're not there! You're here! And there is here!" Each word edged her closer.



    He kissed her.

    The kiss caught her off guard, but not nearly as much as how passionate it was. She responded in kind.

    He held his aggression, even as he pulled his lips from hers, and pressed kiss after kiss onto her cheek and down to her neck. "Piggy," he murmured between kisses. "You know something?"

    "Mm?" She was busying herself on his neck and collar.

    He pressed his cheek firmly against hers. "I've missed that karate," he said.

    "Mmmm!" She pressed harder against him and put new energy into her kissing.

    Feeling her energy, he brought his lips to hers again, and squeezed her closer, returning everything that she gave him in equal measure. When he felt most her weight pressing against him, he turned and pushed, following her with kisses as she lay flat on the floor, thrilling to his every touch.

    "Mmmm...." He did not shy from his self-assigned duty, showering her neck and shoulders with kisses. "Tell me," he murmured, "My lovely pig... how faithful have you been... because you're the only woman I ever dreamed of."

    "Oh Kermie!" Her arms firmed around him and she strongly locked her lips with his before digging her face into his neck. "You know I'm yours," she growled.

    He pulled her back, his hands gripping her tightly, and looked straight into her eyes. "Mine," he said firmly.

    "Yes," she whispered.

    He waited, grinning as she caught her breath. Then he dove in for another passionate kiss.

    "Mmm!" She pressed him close to her.

    He found his flippers and slowly stood up, pulling her with him. "Come here," he growled, and with that, they tumbled onto the bed. In the same motion that sent them there, he scooped his hand under the short skirt of her dress and set it firmly on her waist once more, skin against skin.

    "Kermie!" she cried out, surprised.

    "What?" he asked smugly.

    She swatted at his hand from above the dress. "Get your hand out of there!" But her sparkling eyes told him something else entirely.

    "Like I've never had my hand on your waist before," he said, leaning in.

    "Yes, but-"

    "When you were in a bikini," he pressed on, kissing her collarbone. "You 'member that?"

    "OH!" His kisses were progressing up her sensitive neck. "Oh... of course..."

    He stopped just short of her lips. "So do I," he murmured, and he kissed her sweetly.

    She squealed with delight as her arms swept around him.

    "Mmm…" He merrily kissed her cheek. "I like this," he said. "I can get used to this."

    "Good," she panted.

    He brought the freer of his two hands up to the back of her head, and slid his fingers into her hair. "We should do this... a lot," he decided.

    "Mm-hm, keep kissing me."

    He did. He also kept talking, albeit a bit more intermittently. "And I'll be yours."


    "And you'll be mine."


    He pulled away and smiled at her slyly, with every intention of pushing just the right buttons. "And don't you even think about flirting with anyone but me."

    "HA!" She flipped over- it was his turn to be on his back, and never mind what her dress was up to. "Like vous can tell moi what to do!" She kissed him passionately.

    "Mmmm…" He responded physically until she moved her lips to some other part of his face. Then his mouth took a more verbal path, while the rest of his body... didn't. "Maybe I will," he said. "Just remember..." He dug his cheek into hers. "You're not the only one in the house who knows karate anymore," he growled.

    "WHAT?" She pulled back.

    "Part of basic training," he grinned smugly, and he pulled her back down.

    "Mmm!" she whimpered as she melted helplessly into his arms.

    He pressed her onto her side, pulled back, and looked her over with a dreamy satisfaction. He quietly nuzzled in close. "Hi," he said simply.

    She giggled and cuddled him closer. "Hi Kermie," she sighed.

    "Missed you," he said.

    "Missed you too," she whispered.

    "This is nice," he said.

    "Mm-hm," she agreed.

    He kissed her tenderly, then pulled back and looked at her, his eyes seemingly baffled. "Piggy?" he said quietly. "What am I missing?"

    She smiled. "A ring?"

    He grinned playfully and tilted his head closer. "I mean something I've all ready had," he said. "Before I left."

    Her smile broadened as she noted that he did not deny that he was missing a ring. "Hm…" she thought for a moment. "You haven't talked to Robin yet," she said, looking into his eyes. "You were supposed to do that before this."

    "Well I know, but besides that," he said. "There's something else."

    She thought for another moment, and then gasped lightly. "The show," she smiled. "The theater."

    "Hm," he said. He kissed her cheek. "I guess that's it."

    She watched as his face vaguely developed a certain sort of annoyance that he was trying to hide or ignore. "What's wrong?" she murmured.

    He nuzzled closer. "My shoulder hurts," he mumbled.

    "Oh!" She sat up slightly. "Your sling!"

    He scrunched his face up. "I hate that thing," he said.

    She kissed his cheek. "You need it, Kermie," she whispered. "It will help you heal." She tried to get up to go get the sling.

    He tightened his grip and she fell back down to his side.

    She sighed as she gave him a half-hearted glare. "Naughty frog," she grunted.

    "Mm-hm." He pressed up to her.

    "Kermie," she sighed wearily, "Your shoulder..."

    "Maybe you can kiss it all better," he said.

    She stiffened to protest. "Oh- you-"

    "Please?" He nipped her neck.

    She sank down and soothingly kissed his shoulder.

    He held her sweetly and touched his face to hers. "Thank you," he said softly. "That feels nice." He kissed her cheek.

    She firmly wrapped her arms around him. "Sit up," she instructed as she pulled him upright, and she kissed the back of his shoulder.

    "Aw." He settled against her. "Gee, Piggy."

    She straightened up and looked into his eyes. "Better?" she whispered.


    She kissed his cheek. "You need your sling." She tried to stand.

    "Wait," he groaned. He tightened his grip and pressed close to her. "My hand is still in your dress," he growled.

    "Then get it out," she giggled.

    He did so reluctantly, looked her over, and grinned. "I'm no clothes expert," he said, "But I'm pretty sure your dress doesn't go like that."

    She looked herself over. "Not even close," she smiled. "What have you been up to?"

    He grinned smugly. "You don't know?"

    She stood up, straightened her dress, picked his sling up from where it was still lying on the floor, brought it back to the bed, and sat down. "We should keep this on you all the time," she muttered. "You can't be trusted without it."

    "Putting me on a leash, hm?" he grinned.

    She helped him into his sling. "How bad does your shoulder hurt?" she asked softly.

    He sighed heavily.

    She looked at him. "Do you want some aspirin?" she whispered.

    He shrugged, reached out, and squeezed her hand. "You don't wanna stick around?" He smiled at her.

    "I'll be right back," she whispered into his cheek.

    She stood up, but he tightened his grip on her hand. She tugged, trying to get free, and he grinned at her.

    "Are you always going to be this difficult?" She leaned in and kissed him sweetly for a long moment. Then she pulled back, keeping one hand on his cheek as she smiled at him. "Just wait for me," she said merrily. "Dream about the show." She turned on her heel and walked away, stopping at the door to smile at him, barely containing how giddy she really was.

    She opened the door to see that, instead of being the refuge from his sweet eyes she had thought she would find, the hallway was crowded with concerned faces directed towards Kermit's room.

    Taking in her rumpled dress and slightly tussled hair, their concerned eyes were only more questioning.

    "He's much better now," she said simply, and she floated away.

    The Muppets exchanged glances, and Fozzie went in.
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  17. Leyla

    Leyla Well-Known Member


    USHY GUSHY!!!!!

    And now I must go to school, but EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Miss ya, Lisa!
  18. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Oh!!!! Ushy gushy goodness!!! This was wonderful Lisa! I like how after all this time they were both so hungry for each other! It was really cute. Looking forward to whatever you have up your sleeve next! Now go finish cleaning that room!
  19. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member



    *head tilt*

    Welp, can honestly say I wasn't expecting that just as I woke up.

    *eyebrow raise*

    Can also honestly say that I've never seen Kermit so... Um... Well... You see the word is... Ahem... Sexational? Sure, that sounds about right.

    Well, I've said it before, I'll say it again, Kermit, you are one hardcore frog.

    Great chapter Lisa. But honestly, HOW long can it take to clean your room?? TWO days?? Good grief that's sheer insanity (The bad kind)! And I have stuff to tell you!! Get that stupid room clean! I expect you on tonight young half of mine (Yes, I KNOW you're older than me). Tsk, tsk.

    More please.
  20. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Seventeen

    Kermit was reaching for his pillow to thoughtfully wrap his left arm around it and rest his chin. Fozzie noticed that the blankets on his bed, which had been extra-neat since his return, were now thoroughly scrunched and lopsided.

    More importantly, he noticed that Kermit's eyes, though still distant, were not nearly as distant as they had been in the past three days. They were filled with a certain magic that was always just out of reach; he was pleased, but ambitious. Fozzie had seen that look before, and he was scarcely surprised at the words that came out of Kermit's mouth. He was more surprised that Kermit had known he was there.

    "What's been going on with the theater, anyway?"

    "The theater?" Fozzie said, sitting beside him. "We've been renting it out for concerts and stuff- mostly for fund raising."

    "Fund raising?" Kermit looked at him, and his eyes lost a great deal of their distance without losing a trace of magic.

    "For the soldiers," Fozzie said.

    Kermit smiled. "Thanks," he said quietly.

    Fozzie shrugged bashfully. "Don't mention it," he said casually.

    "We should do something," Kermit said, and Fozzie would have sworn that the magic was dancing. "I mean, it's been long enough since we did, don't you think?"

    "Absolutely!" Fozzie said.

    "Yeah," Kermit nodded. He set his chin on the pillow again. "That's what we'll do."

    After a moment, he pushed the pillow aside and stood up.

    "Where'd I put my banjo before I left..." he said as he walked straight to the corner where his banjo had been resting for far too many months. He picked it up, brought back to the bed, and set it in his lap. He looked it over with all the affection of a long lost friend.

    Fozzie grinned as he watched. From the doorway, many others were peering in with curiosity, and upon seeing the banjo, they spread wild whispers through the hall.

    Kermit plucked a very familiar chord. He shook his head. He wasn't ready for that song, not yet. He plucked towards another song... But no, that song couldn't quite capture this moment.

    He thought for a moment. Then he slowly smiled and began to pluck.

    "When the curtain goes up and we hear the applause, it's the moment we live for, and you are the cause."

    Fozzie jumped right in. "We're gonna keep on singin' if you keep bringin' your laughter and mayhem, well who's in guffaws?"

    The Muppets in the hall gave up on hiding and burst into the room, ready to carry the song.

    "And we're not gonna stop till we get to the top!"

    Kermit grinned and kept playing, but he let his voice quiet until he wasn't singing at all. He had known they would come.

    "With a stomp and a shuffle, a skip and a hop!"

    With two pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other, Miss Piggy pushed through the crowed and leaned against the door jam to watch Kermit play. Most of the Muppets were still stuck in the hall, and Kermit's room was now standing-room-only. She jumped in at her solo.

    "And wheeeeeeeeeeen the camera's flashing I will pose-a-doz-en-pos-es! And wheeeeeeeeeeeen my song is over I'll receive a dozen roses!"

    Kermit grinned at her.

    They flew through the song from there, and before long, it was reaching its close.

    "Cause it's the sound that we adore! When you're shouting, more, more, more, more, MORE!"

    They laughed with delight at the song. Miss Piggy noticed Robin, just on the other side of the door, peering into Kermit's room apprehensively.

    She scooped him up and pushed into the room until she was sitting next to Kermit on the bed, with Robin in her lap.

    "Here, Kermie," she said, holding out the medicine and glass of water. "This will help."

    He wasn't paying an ounce of attention to her hands. He was looking straight at his nephew. "It sure will," he said as he set his banjo down, and he scooped Robin into his own lap and hugged him tight. "Hi-ho there," he said quietly.

    Robin hugged him even tighter. "Hi Uncle Kermit," he said quietly.
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