A Heart of Gold

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Another good chapter Lisa. The healing's begun, though it'll be slow.

Oh... And please forgive me if this isn't up to usual rave standards...
The hour is late, I need some sleep, and I'm a bit disgruntled/dissatisfied at my own creative uncertainty.
Talk to you soon and thanks for the update.
 

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Oh my....I would comment more but I've gotta run and get some stuff from Wal-Mart and everything good like that!

Just a captivating chapter!!
 

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Wow... That said it all didn't it? It was just so awesome, and so hard to turn away (until you find out Jim Lewis posted on the forum and you rush to see). Great job o' half of mine! Terribly ushy gushy. More please!
 

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Wha huh? Where's this "Jim Louis" post you speaketh of o prawnydew?
 

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As Kermit said, "Wow." - I have to run, but I'll try and do something more detailed later becuase I know how dissapointing posts that just say, "Wow" are. Until then!

Not then, but then.
 

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Chapter Eleven

Kermit watched as Robin woke up, careful not to look at the young frog's eyes.

Robin looked around, surprised but not at all displeased to find that he was still in Kermit's arms.

"Good morning, Robin," Kermit said simply.

Robin hugged him. "Good morning, Uncle Kermit," he said.

Kermit held him close for a moment. "You should get ready for school," he said quietly.

"Okay," Robin said reluctantly.

They slowly got up from the bed and, holding hands, wandered out into the hall.

Robin immediately broke off to wait in line for the bathroom, while Kermit went into his own bedroom.

He stood and looked at the pictures on his wall. Here, on the lower left, was the swamp and all its inhabitants. So many children...

He lifted his eyes to the one above it. All the residents of the boarding house. He could pick out their voices now, as they were getting ready to do whatever it was they did.

He shifted his eyes to the right. There was everyone in the company.

His eyes slid down. Sesame Street.

He looked away, remembering...

He had just arrived on the base.

"So you're one of the new guys, huh?" a Lance Corporal asked.

"Yeah," he gulped.

"So you just came from home."

"Yup."

The Lance Corporal stopped what he was doing and looked straight into Kermit's eyes. "So home still exists?" he asked quietly.

Kermit frowned. "Of course it does," he said softly.

The Lance Corporal shook his head. "You stay here long enough," he said. "You'll start to doubt it sometimes."

Kermit didn't believe him.

Many months later, a new recruit came. A Private First Class, drafted in, like Kermit.

"You're Kermit the Frog!" he'd said excitedly

“Yup."

"Well fancy that. My little sister used to watch you all the time on Sesame Street."

Kermit looked up. "How old is she?"

"Now? Oh, she's twelve. Going on thirteen, she'll be quick to tell you. And even quicker to act it."

"Oh." Kermit nodded. "So I take it she doesn't watch Sesame Street anymore." He said it teasingly.

"Well," the new recruit grinned, "Not if she knows there's somebody else home."

Kermit hesitated. "...Do you know if they're still new episodes?" he asked.

"I think so," he said thoughtfully. "...Why?"

Kermit shook his head. "Just wondering," he said quietly

It was hard to imagine something so innocent on the same planet as the place he was in.


Kermit sighed and shook his head at the memory. He had gotten to be good friends with that recruit. His name was Craig Rivers. He had sandy hair and a Southern accent, and he insisted on calling Kermit "sir," even though they were the same rank. He had been there when...

Kermit looked at the center picture.

Jim Henson and Kermit the Frog looked back at him.

He looked at them, and then looked at his reflection in the glass. He felt something snap inside of him and he marched to the bedroom door.

He looked out into the hall. Now who could- Oh, good!

"Fozzie?"

The bear stopped. "Good morning, Kermit!" he said cheerfully.

"Could you give me a hand?" Kermit said.

"Sure!" Fozzie said.

Kermit stepped aside, indicating for the bear to come into the room, which he did. Kermit closed the door.

"I've gotta get out of this uniform," the frog said as he slowly, carefully, set about removing the sling. "But I can't strain my shoulder. It's really only the shirt I'm worried about, I mean I think I can take care of the pants and boots myself, but... The shirt, I'm not so sure."

"Well okay," Fozzie said.

"Thanks," Kermit said. He had finally removed himself from the sling and he tossed it onto his bed. He unbuttoned his buttons. "Okay, this is where I'll need some help..."

"You got it!" Fozzie helped ease the shirt off of his shoulders and arms, and handed it to the frog.

"Thanks," Kermit said. He set it down on the bed, sat down next to it, and pulled his boots up to where he could untie them.

Fozzie watched as his friend's flippers appeared from the big, heavy boots that then dropped to the floor. Kermit rubbed them gently. Flippers never took kindly to most sorts of footwear.

Then Kermit stood up, pushed the pants off, set them on the bed, and looked himself over.

"Here," Fozzie said. "You're collar's all scrunched up..." He set about straightening it.

"Oh, thanks," Kermit said.

"Here, let me get..." Fozzie turned him to straighten the collar in back as well. His hands suddenly moved in slow motion when he saw the scar on the back of his best friend's shoulder.

Kermit gulped, knowing. He turned and looked his best friend straight in the eyes. "It's okay, Fozzie," he said quietly.

Fozzie hugged him. "I'm so glad you're home," he said.

"Me too," Kermit said, hugging him.

After a moment, he checked all of his pockets, removing seemingly endless letters and a handful of pictures, including miniature versions of the ones on the wall. Then he opened his rather small closet, set the boots on the floor very straight, and hung his uniform up on a hangar.

"I'm never putting that on again," he said quietly.

Fozzie nodded, then thought for a moment. "Kermit?" he said quietly. "What if some reporters or somebody wants to see you in uniform?"

Kermit scrunched his face up. "We'll tell them to look at pictures," he said. He came and sat next to his friend on the bed. "You know, it's funny," he said. "I'd completely forgot about ever thinking what the press has to say about anything."

Fozzie smiled softly. "That's the way it should be," he said quietly.

"Yeah," Kermit nodded. "That's how it was before we made it big, I guess."

"Yup," Fozzie said. "You know what, Kermit?"

"Hm?"

"I don't regret it anyway."

"Even with the press?" Kermit said.

"Even with the press," Fozzie said.

Kermit grinned at him teasingly. "Of course not," he said, "You're not involved with a lady pig."

Fozzie chuckled, then squirmed.

Kermit smugly crossed his legs and waited.

"Oh, sheesh," Fozzie said, "It was one kiss on the cheek..."

"So?" Kermit said. "It's still a kiss."

"Yeah, but- but you've gotten hundreds of kisses on the cheek!" Fozzie protested. "I mean, maybe even thousands!"

"Yeah, but I'm a frog," Kermit said. "Everyone expects me to turn into a prince."

"I guess," Fozzie sighed. "But- but still. That doesn't explain all the guest stars who've kissed you on the cheek! It's... it's just a kiss on the cheek.”

Kermit smiled. "You're pretty nervous about this, aren't you?"

Fozzie groaned. "Does it show?"

"Clear as your polka-dot tie," Kermit said.

Fozzie sighed and fiddled with his tie. "She said she liked my tie," he said.

"It's not a bad tie," Kermit said. "It's very you."

"You think so?" Fozzie said excitedly.

"Yup."

Fozzie's mind raced. "So... so if she likes the tie, then... then she likes me!"

"Well girls hardly go around kissing the cheeks of people they don’t like," Kermit pointed out.

"Well... well yeah, but... still," Fozzie said.

Kermit smiled. "Have you talked to her since then?"

Fozzie squirmed. "Well… no…"

"Why not?" Kermit asked.

"Well, I don't... have her phone number," Fozzie said.

Kermit set his chin in his hand. "Lame excuse," he said.

"Kermit?" Fozzie said.

"Hm?"

"At least I've got one."

Kermit scrunched his face up. "I deserved that," he said.

Fozzie smiled. "...Hey Kermit?" he said.

"Yeah Fozzie?" Kermit said.

The bear simply said, "It's Friday."

Kermit smiled. "It sure is," he said.
 

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OH IT'S FOZZIE!!! AND PICTURES!!! AND SESAME STREET!!!! (That part ROCKED!) AND FOOOOOOOOOOOZZIE!!! I need to know about this woman he has and why he is SO much like me when it comes to them! So, in essence, MORE PLEASE!!!
 

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TogetherAgain said:
"Good morning, Robin," Kermit said simply.
There's something to be said for simplicity.

Robin hugged him. "Good morning, Uncle Kermit," he said.
*hugs Robin and Kermit tightly*

He stood and looked at the pictures on his wall.
The pictures are here...he has them still...that reminds me, you need to make some other updates.

He shifted his eyes to the right. There was everyone in the company.

His eyes slid down. Sesame Street.

He looked away, remembering...
I love how you brought us into watching his eyes carefully, "Shifted" "Slid" before he looked away. Nice.

He had just arrived on the base.
Oh my gosh...we are there...finally...

"You'll start to doubt it sometimes."

Kermit didn't believe him.
...Ouch...

Kermit hesitated. "...Do you know if they're still new episodes?" he asked.

"I think so," he said thoughtfully. "...Why?"

Kermit shook his head. "Just wondering," he said quietly
Actually, Kermit, there's an episode about this very same thing...friends and parents leaving...coming home...
He had been there when...
*throat clench*

Kermit looked at the center picture.
*is slapped* Is back in the present.

Jim Henson and Kermit the Frog looked back at him.
Of course they did...

"I've gotta get out of this uniform..."
Perfect. He's moving, he's getting rid of it.

Flippers never took kindly to most sorts of footwear.
Allow me a teeny giggle.

His hands suddenly moved in slow motion when he saw the scar on the back of his best friend's shoulder.
*reads in slow motion, over and over...*

The scar...

Fozzie hugged him. "I'm so glad you're home," he said.
Nice italication!

"I'm never putting that on again," he said quietly.
*nods*

"I don't regret it anyway."
Oh I love Fozzie...I do, I relaly do.

Kermit smugly crossed his legs and waited.
Can one smugly cross their legs? Is that even doeable? *giggles* I guess it is.

"...Hey Kermit?" he said.

"Yeah Fozzie?" Kermit said.

The bear simply said, "It's Friday."

Kermit smiled. "It sure is."
Jim Lewis...Jim brought us something amazing in the Fridays with Fozzie...and you use them brilliantly, Toga. I love this story. It's still so real.
 

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This chapter hit me pretty hard. Why? Those pictures, and to find there's a new one there with the four we already had from Flippersteps. Kermit shucking the military uniform, shedding that pseudo-skin that made him someone he wasn't. And then there's Fozzie... Finding the scar... *Gasp! Of course the conversation was great, reminds me of TGMC and some other story I can't recall at the moment where they've had talks like that.

Aw man, this story's coming along... If only I had some determination to decide my own little... Never mind, that's for another day.
So post more today... Down at MC Rocks!
 

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Another great installment! Sesame Street, Fozzie, Friday....wow. Good stuff for sure, must read more!
 
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