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Everybody Has a Song

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by mostlikemokey, Dec 4, 2011.

  1. We Got Us

    We Got Us Well-Known Member

    Yay! Lana has a lovah! ....Sorry, but I love love stories! By the same token, I was half-way hoping she might even out the Fraggle pentagon, but hey, that leaves a story for me to write, right? Loving it more every chapter, keep up the good work!
  2. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    Yup. I don't know why, but I really like him.
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  3. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    Ooh! Write it! Write it! Write it!
    As for Lana/wembley, I don't really think that would work. She's like her cousin, too mature, tending to take life seriously. Wembley needs someone that loves life as much as he does,

    :halo::Wiggie write story! Wiggie write story!
  4. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    Chapter 11

    Boober gritted his teeth as Lana walked across the floor, stick banging across the cold rock. The stress of the past few days- seeing Lana again for the first time in years, and trying to figure out what it was that made her think he’d eventually be happy to see her- had given him a sick headache. He tried to block out the conversation that Lana was having with Wembley, but they were too near him for his efforts to be of any avail.

    “What are you gonna do today, Lana?”

    “I’m seeing an old friend.”


    “Pedley Fraggle.”

    Oh! The one who makes all the paintings?”

    “That’s him!”

    “How do you know him?”

    “We were Songtwined- well, almost. I had to leave before we could go through with the ceremony, but I had to do what Boober wanted…”

    She trailed off, and the atmosphere around them suddenly seemed to be strained. Songtwining allowed nearly mated Fraggle pairs to be empathically connected, to share each other’s feelings. Not all Fraggles chose to do this, and those who did had to undergo months of intense training so that it wouldn’t go wrong. It was a risk only Fraggles that were truly in love would take.

    Boober felt a stab of guilt. It had been so long since Lana had seen Pedley that he may have lost interest in her by now, and it was his fault…

    Pushing the thought away, he waited until Lana was close to the bed again. With each thump of the stick, he felt himself getting more annoyed. Why did she even have it in the first place?

    He grabbed the stick from her, expecting her to catch herself, then turn around and yell at him. Instead, she crumpled, her dress fanning out so that he could see her legs for the first time. He gasped. Her left leg was crooked. It looked impossible to stand on, let alone walk with.

    Wembley looked frantically from Lana to Boober. When he saw Boober with the stick in his hand, he exploded. “Boober, the way you treat Lana is just awful! Why do you have to be so mean to her? She saved your life! She helped us all!”

    He ran out of the room, sobbing. “I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE!”

    “Wembley!” cried Lana, snatching the stick from Boober and scurrying after him.

    Lana knew she’d missed her reunion with Pedley by now.

    She’d been following Wembley for hours, cursing her injury, which had made her lose Wembley in about three seconds. She’d gotten it after she’d left, so no one had known about it until now. She sniffed the air, and then sneezed. A dust storm was coming. She had to find him.

    Finally she located him. The dust storm was gaining on them, and Lana was finding it difficult to breathe. Wembley wasn’t faring much better. He wheezed as the dust entered his lungs.

    Lana handed him a handkerchief doused in pollen ointment. “Here, take this.”

    Wembley looked at her anxiously. He knew that she shared his allergy to rock dust.

    “Just… go. ” she whispered. “Find… Pedley.”

    Then she collapsed.
  5. charlietheowl

    charlietheowl Well-Known Member

    Poor Wembley! I imagine this is very hard for him, seeing one of his best friends in Boober act so mean, and I'm glad you had him speak up about it. Thanks for posting again.
  6. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    I'm glad you liked the way I handled Wembley. Even he can get pushed to the limit. The fact it was Wembley telling him off will ensure that Boober rethinks his actions. :coy::sigh:
  7. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    Chapter 12 should be up soon, sorry for the delay. It's kind of long, and I'm a slow typist.:(
  8. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    Only about two more chapters to go! It's been a fun ride...

    :sigh::Not for me.

    ...and I just want to send out a big thank you to all my readers and reviewers. I hope I was true to all the Fraggles, though the story was a bit darker than most of the episodes. I figured that the Fraggles could handle it, since they had matured so much by the end of the series. Don't worry, as with all Fraggle eps, it turns out happy in the end.

    Chapter 12

    Boober sat on his bed, turning over Wembley’s words in his mind. He couldn’t wipe his friend’s shocked face from his memory. He couldn’t erase what he himself had said and done.

    I wonder how Lana got hurt, he thought. I wasn’t there. She hurt herself and I wasn’t there…

    This train of thought refused to be completed and was soon abandoned. Boober couldn’t stand it anymore. The pain and heartbreak he had bottled up for years came rushing back. He could see his mother’s blurry figure before him and hear the words he had… what? Dreamt? In the undergrounds.

    I never left.

    He remembered his father, too, whom he’d looked so much like. He’d inherited his exact same fur colors, and his love for cooking, and…


    Boober startled, expecting another ghost, but it was only Mokey, with something under her arm.

    “May I come in?” her voice was gentle, light as a Ditsy.

    “If you don’t hate me.”

    “Don’t be silly.”

    Boober scooted over so that Mokey could sit on the edge of the bed.

    “Don’t worry about Wembley. All Fraggles learn that the world outside the Rock is not always a nice place. He just learned it a little too suddenly is all.” Mokey smoothed her hair a little absentmindedly, and looked at Boober with a faraway expression in her eyes.


    “I was just thinking...you learned that the world can be harsh quite early. It must have been difficult for you.”

    Boober nodded.

    “I’m going to apologize to everyone,” he said.
    “Boober, there’s something I want you to consider. I’ve seen you at your best and at your worst. I’ve seen Sidebottom, and even though you’re not at your best right now, I think this is a good time to say-“

    “This way, Wembley! I know you don’t want to see Boober right now, but we’ve got to get help!”

    “He won’t want to help her! It’s my fault. I left her there!”

    Boober and Mokey looked at each other in puzzlement as Wembley and Pedley ran into the room. Wembley had a handkerchief tied around his nose and mouth, and Boober could hear him wheezing slightly.

    Boober slid out of bed and walked toward Wembley unsteadily. He had barely been out of bed for two weeks and he was still a bit dizzy. Mokey followed close behind.

    “Wem, what happened?”

    Pedley sighed. “Lana was caught in a dust storm, Boober.”

    Boober stared at Pedley with his concealed eyes.

    “Pedley, I’m surprised at you. Disaster isn’t something to joke about. I mean, if she’d really been caught in a dust storm, she’d be in huge trouble.” He chuckled. “What?” he said as Pedley shook his head.

    “We’re not joking, Boober,” said Pedley. “She doesn’t have much time. Gobo and Red are with her now, but they’re not top medics like you.”

    “He is correct, Boober. You must hurry if you are to save your cousin.”

    Cantus had followed Wembley and Pedley silently behind, and now stood next to Boober’s collection of laundry lint. “You have forgiven her now, yes?”

    Boober’s voice was a strained whisper. “Yes. But is she really…”

    Cantus nodded. “What you do not realize, Boober, is that everybody has a song. Fraggles, Doozers, Silly Creatures, Gorgs, all are part of the great medley that is the universe. Your path has been a difficult one, but from it you have gained much. You are ready. You are not a child anymore. Go forth and accomplish great things.”
  9. charlietheowl

    charlietheowl Well-Known Member

    Looks like Boober's going to have the chance to fix his problems with his sister after all. Thanks again for posting.
  10. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    Thanks, charlietheowl! I'm glad you're still reading this. You gave me my very first review (The count did respond first, but you reviewed first) It gave me confidence in my ability as a writer that I'll never forget. THANK YOU!

    And thanks to The count, who taught me how to post.
  11. charlietheowl

    charlietheowl Well-Known Member

    You're welcome! And I'm honored to have helped you gain confidence in your writing. I hope you continue writing in the future, you're good at it.
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  12. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    Warning- do not use liquid cayenne pepper as a remedy for your asthma without consulting your doctor. I've heard of people who use it, but only a doctor should decide what you should take for your asthma. I am not responsible for what happens to you if you don't listen to me and take cayenne pepper.

    Chapter 13

    Lana could hear her breath rattling in her ears. Her heart hammered and her chest felt as if an invisible hand was constricting it. She barely noticed Gobo and Red hovering over her with an assortment of Boober’s remedies.

    “No, Red! Mokey said to give her this bottle, not that one!”

    “What does Mokey know about medicine anyway, Gobo? I’m giving her this one. Moonrose helps allergies, right?”

    “Moonrose brings down fevers, Red! Give me the bottle!”



    Red had both hands clasped around the bottle, and Gobo was doing was doing his best to wrench it from her grasp. Soon it looked like a tug-of-war game, but no one was laughing.

    “Actually, neither of those bottles will do any good.”

    “Boober! Tell Gobo to quit pestering me!”

    “Who’s being the pest?” countered Gobo.

    “Oh honestly, will you two stop? You fight like an old mated couple.”

    Red blushed deeply. Gobo was too busy fantasizing about being mated with Mokey to notice.

    Boober chose to ignore Red’s blush and began searching through the cupboards for pollen ointment. At first his search was methodical, but as Lana’s breaths became gasping pleas for air, Boober started to panic. As he finished searching the last shelf, he rounded on Red and Gobo. ”What did you do with the ointment?”

    “You mean you don’t have her medicine?”

    “You mean you don’t have it?”

    “Where is it?”

    “Lana, do you- Lana!””

    Lana’s eyes had shut. She had passed out.


    Lana found herself floating, surrounded by white light. Wherever she was, it was pleasantly warm, and she could at least breathe.

    I wonder how Boober is doing, she thought. I hope he isn’t too worried about me. But where am I?

    Lana concentrated, her mind reaching out to any songs that might be heard. The notes came to her just moments later, each one familiar. She squinted into the bright light.

    “Auntie Glenda?”


    Mokey, Wembley, Pedley, Red and Gobo looked on helplessly as Boober turned over everything in his room looking for the ointment. Finally, they found the jar in Lana’s corner of the room. It was empty.

    “NO!” cried Boober, and he began to sob.

    “She must have used it all on the handkerchief, “ said Wembley. “Now what do we do?”

    The Fraggles looked at each other blankly. Boober’s sobs quieted, but he was still in no condition to speak.

    Suddenly, Gobo’s face brightened. “Wait! I remember the last time I went to Outer Space, Doc told me about a friend of his, who had a really bad allergy called asthma. He used something called liquid cayenne pepper to get rid of it. I bet I could get some for you.”.

    “Y-you know how I feel about Outer Space remedies,” said Boober, struggling to regain his composure.

    “This one comes from a plant. I’m sure it’ll work. We have to try!”


    “Yes dear, it’s me!” Glenda sounded delighted, but doubt flickered in Lana’s mind.

    “But aren’t you- am I-“

    “Oh no dear, you’re not dead- and I am still alive, in a sense at least. When we die, we go on.”

    Lana stared at her aunt, who was starting to come into focus. Lana had inherited her aunt’s magenta fur and yellow hair, but she was a good deal taller than Glenda, who was Boober’s height.

    “I brought you here because I have message for Boober,” said Glenda gently. “I know you must be confused, but we don’t have much time.”


    “I have the bottle!” shouted Gobo.

    “Hurry, Boober!” shouted Red.

    “Doc says a few drops should do it,” said Gobo

    With Pedley’s help, Boober forced Lana’s mouth open. He poured three drops down her throat.


    Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the image of Glenda began to dissolve.

    “Oh, dear,” said Glenda. “We must hurry. Tell Boober that I am always with him, and to trust himself, and…” Glenda’s voice began to fade, “Tell him I approve of his new mate.”


    Lana felt a heave, as if she were being pushed back into her old life. She discovered that she was no longer struggling to breathe, but she was exhausted. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she felt Pedley’s hand holding hers.
  13. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    OK, what happened to the font in the last paragraph?
    It's a mystery...
  14. charlietheowl

    charlietheowl Well-Known Member

    Thank goodness Boober came to the rescue to help his sister.
  15. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    I'm sorry if this wasn't more clear: Auntie Glenda is Boober's mom, which makes him and Lana cousins. Don't be embarrased; looking back I realize that wasn't clear enough.
  16. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    OK, guys, last chapter! If you want to review, now is the time! Iwill properly thank everyone at a later date. Sorry about the typos- my computer wouldn't let me fix them.

    Chapter 14

    Two weeks later, The Fraggles trailed behind Mokey, who was covering Boober’s eyes with her hands just in case he could see his surprise from underneath his hat. Lana wore a cast on her leg (Boober had re-broken the fracture for her so that her leg would heal properly.) but otherwise little on the surface had changed.

    Mokey gently guided Boober through the tunnels. Pedley held Lana’s hand. When Lana had woken up the morning after her allergy attack, all doubt that he remembered her had faded when she saw him sitting beside her bed.

    Red was wondering what had come over her two weeks ago, when she had blushed at Boober’s mention of her and Gobo acting like a mated couple. As if she could mate with a fraggle who, at times, could be the bossiest, most annoying Fraggle in the Rock! Besides, he seemed to like Mokey better than her anyway.

    Wembley was wondering why all of his friends had fallen in love, and when it would happen to him.

    Finally, the seven Fraggles made it to their destination- the Great Hall.

    “Open your eyes, ” Mokey told Boober.

    She took her hands away, and as if on cue, the Fraggles began to sing.

    We all gather here today

    To celebrate a friend

    Who we thought was lost to us forever.

    We are all one, and so a part of us was lost to us

    And we sought him out with fervor.

    Oooh, we can’t say how we missed him,

    But he has returned.

    And now we’ll share a lesson we have learned.

    Never take your friends for granted. They may go away,

    But in our hearts and minds is where they’ll stay.

    Now our song is done so we can play!

    The great hall was filled with Fraggles, and all were singing this song. They stood elbow to elbow; it was so crowded. A Fraggle Boober didn’t even know began to chant his name. The entire crowd took up the chant. Boober happily buried his face in Mokey’s sweater.

    After he recovered himself, Boober noticed two other Fraggles blocking his view of something a few yards away.

    “What’s that?” he asked, and the Fraggles parted, revealing an array of new cooking tools, a new cookbook, and the wrapped package Mokey had never gotten around to giving him earlier that month.

    After only looking at his other things for a few seconds, Boober ripped the paper off Mokey’s parcel. In it was a small painting of Mokey and Boober. Its color was a little faded, but Boober recognized it instantly.

    When mokey had first taken up painting, she had drawn herself and Boober playing Hidey-ho. Boober had thought it absurd at the time, but he now understood what the painting meant. Mokey seemed to be reading his mind, because she said, “Whoever you are, and whoever you choose to become, I will always love you. Boober, I would be honored if you would be my mate.”

    Boober looked at Mokey and smiled, reaching up to hold her hand. “Yes.”

    In the absolute mayhem that ensued afterward, no one but noticed Gobo slip out of the Great Hall


    Red found Gobo in the T. Matthew Fraggle Room. She went over to him

    Gobo looked up. “Hey, Red. Listen, I know that the way Mokey feels about Boober isn’t gonna change.”

    Red looked at him, not sure wether to be happy or sad. “No, it’s not.”

    “I have to go away for a while, to forget this,” he continued.

    “You’re… you’re leaving?”

    “I’m going to see Doc. I’m using the archway. No one will notice if I leave by that route.”

    “But… but…”

    “Goodbye, Red,” said Gobo, and before Red could get her words out, he touched the archway, and disappeared in a rush of wind and light.

    To be continued in the semi- near future in, “Three Separate Journeys.”
  17. charlietheowl

    charlietheowl Well-Known Member

    I'm glad that things worked out for Boober, but you got us with the cliff-hanger! Looking forward to whatever you write next.
  18. mostlikemokey

    mostlikemokey Well-Known Member

    Thanks, charlietheowl! I need to do some more "research" (i.e watching FR over and over) before I start Three Seperate Journeys, but I am currently writing a Gonzo fic- When Life Gives You Cannons. Your reviews are always welcome if you wish to give them.

    And now for all the thank-yous I need to give out...

    To charlietheowl, who helped me gain confidence that this story had something to say.

    To We Got Us, who's reviews were always much anticipated and enjoyed. You spread the word about my story and consoled me when I was in a writing slump. You rock!

    To Blackearin (hope I spelled that right) who gave me constructive criticism as well as praise (I have been in writers groups before, and truly constructive critiscism like yours is always important to me.) This will help me pace my future stories- thank you!

    To kittyxms.pepper, whohelped me get through the entire story by giving me praise when I least expected it.

    To The Count, without whom I still would not have posted chapter 2.

    Finally, to all those who read my story but didn't review. I don't know for sure what you thought of my story, but the fact that I have almost 1,000 views at the time of this post warms my heart and tells me I must be doing something right.

    Thank you all!
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  19. Twisted Tails

    Twisted Tails Well-Known Member

    I read this story and this is really amazing. Great job on going into Boober's backstory of what he really was on the series and sort of part of Dave Golez since he didn't like New York.
  20. We Got Us

    We Got Us Well-Known Member

    Oh mostlikemokey! It's been so long since I was even on here, but your reply reached my email and I went back and read this amazing story all over again. Beautiful! Every time I watch Fraggle Rock now a days, I find myself thinking of this story as if it were an actual episode/special. It's so amazingly heartfelt and in character. If I get the chance (it's been an insane Summer) I will go and check out your other fics. Keep on writing, you really have a gift! :):D;)

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