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FanFic - Love is Neverending

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by ReneeLouvier, Apr 10, 2006.

  1. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    This is basically a fluff story to keep me interested with myself, while I'm getting the ramifications working on my current in production stories. Even if this DOES connect to "Sadie's Stories" I will not add it under any circumstance. I just can't take more to deal with concerning this book. :eek:

    So...onto a sweet, fluffy, a little bit sad at times, story....

    Love Is Neverending
  2. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Prologue

    It was a really cold day outside. Too cold to gather the firewood, but I already had enough inside. There was nothing on the TV to watch, and nothing on the radio to hear. Lately....it had all gotten bad it had seemed.

    Quite lonely out here. But I didn't mind the silence. Or rather, the snow falling on the roof, making a soft plink plunk noise. It was somewhat sweet, hearing that. Such a soft, drifting feeling. It reminded me of such nice times, during the holidays...
  3. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Chapter One

    Two Years Ago - Christmas Eve, 1996

    My son suprised me a lot. He came, with all of his friends. And all of their friends...and heck, probably some people they didn't even know! And they all came to the farmhouse for Christmas.

    Three weeks of surfing lessons down the tube, I said. But in the end, it was really nice and sweet, for all of us together that cold, blizzardy night. Fozzie's always said, if it wasn't for us, something terrible could have happened to me, on the way to the airport, or even on the airplane. I hate to think it, but my little cub's right. If it wasn't for him and his friends....I may not be here now.

    I still have those bunkbeds Doc had built, in the hall closet. I use them for towel racks now. He still comes and visits me every year. We always sing carols, or we stay in when it's cold, and we watch the old christmas specials on TV. I always wondered, who recorded us that night? I guess one of that lizard's friends probably did.

    It was probably that little orange kid. Always had that little radio on his wrist, and sometimes he had it blaring so loud I could hear it clear into the kitchen. What most people didn't see, is that they stayed for a whole week after Christmas. Because the roads were so blocked up, they couldn't leave at all.

    I rather liked that. All cozy, and warm, with new friends and family.

    Doc put the tree outside, at the end of the week. But he stayed, rent free for the rest of the month actually. He said to me, that the weather man said the snowstorm could blow up again, and he wanted to make sure I'd be alright. I told him, I could just go down into the basement, and hibernate. He wouldn't take no for an answer. So he stayed.

    I rather liked that too.
  4. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Chapter Two

    One Year Ago - Christmas Eve, 1997

    Fozzie didn't come this year. None of his friends came. I was starting to get a bit lonely, until I heard a ring at the door. I wondered just who would brave the thick snow and ice, just see me at the farmhouse? Then I went and opened the door, and I smiled.

    -----------------------

    "Emily! Have you missed me much?" Doc said, swinging his arms around Emily, with a gentle squeeze. He smiled at her, and Sprocket leapt inside the house, and gave Emily wet doggy kisses all over her face.

    "Doc!! What a suprise! You never even called!" Emily said, smiling brightly; as she led them into the kitchen. "You must be cold as ever, let me get some cocoa on the stove here..."

    Doc reached out, and placed his hand on her paw. "There's no need for that, Emily. We're taking you out to dinner." He said, with a gleam in his eyes.

    "Wha?? But why?" She asked, turning off the stove, and looking over at Doc, curious as to why he suddenly decided this.

    "To repay you for the most wonderful Christmas ever in my life. I absolutely loved last Christmas. I called up Kermit, and asked him if they were coming over again. He told me that...something had come up, and they had to stay in Manhattan this year."

    Emily looked down for a moment, and she pursed her lips, as she set the pot on the counter. She turned away from him, she knew what this was. It was pity. She was an old bear, a "senior citizen" and needed to be looked after. She already had Cub Scouts coming to her door, offering to bring honey to her house, when she could still gather it herself if she wanted too.

    "It's because you knew I'd be lonely, wasn't it?" She asked softly, her back still to him.

    "Well...yes." He said, not really realizing what he just said. Emily turned around to him softly.

    "I'm ancient, isn't it? Old as the hills and then some?" She said with a firmness in her voice, as she looked up into Doc's face, and frowned softly. "Jerome. Is that why you came? To stay with a frail old woman?"

    "I came to see if that frail old woman...would want to go out to dinner, with a frail old man." When he said that, he kneeled down so she could see clear through his glasses. She could see the many lines creasing his face. Then he smiled, brightly. More lines, more creases. He was as old as she was, and maybe more. He smirked slightly, and she smiled.

    "Ahh...there's that beautiful smile. Now come on, I found the perfect spot, so all of us can go." He announced, and took her hand in his. The two of them got into his truck, and went off to dinner together, with Sprocket in the backseat.
  5. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Sara! How dare you call this "fluff"?!? It's a vonderful start to a story I know will draw in the rest of the crowd.

    To imitate Lisa as best I can... You got me right about... Oh, here.
    Originally posted by Sara: "My son suprised me a lot. He came, with all of his friends. And all of their friends..."

    That was a great opening... And I knew in an instant it had to be... Jolly old Saint Nick? No.
    Emily Bear, and you were starting from MFC... A great starting point... Though the year was 1988, not 1996.
    That minor quiblance aside... Doc wanting to take Emily out to dinner. And this other line here.
    Originally posted by Scooter's Girlfriend: "I wanted to see if a frail old woman wanted to have dinner with a frail old man."
    Shows that Doc's truly part of the Muppet family... Now, if you could see your way to posting more... Please?
  6. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Chapter Three

    One Year Ago - Christmas Eve, That Evening, 1997

    "Isn't this lovely, Emily?" Doc said, as they sat inside the beautiful restaruant, with Sprocket sitting beside him. He was behaving his best that night, as he gingerly nibbled at his food in his bowl.

    "Yes, Jerome. I...I'm a little suprised you went to all this trouble though." She said, as she sipped at her drink, while they waited for their dessert to come at the end of the meal.

    Sprocket was eyeing their plates, but was patient. He waited for the right moment, so he could snatch the plates and lick them clean.

    "You see Emily....I...I don't really have any family of my own. I just have Sprocket, and the Fraggles. But the Fraggles...except for Gobo, and maybe his Uncle...I plain don't see much of them. Their all still quite afraid of me." He paused for a moment, when the waiter sat their desserts down in front of them. "Thank you." He said to the waiter, as he walked off. "As I was saying, I just don't have much family anymore."

    That made Emily pause. She looked up from her plate for a moment, and frowned softly. "Anymore?"

    She could see the cloudiness behind his glasses for a moment. He seemed a bit far off. Gently, she nudged him underneath the table. "Jerome?"

    "Oh, oh sorry, Emily. I...I just...." He turned away for a second, and petted Sprocket. He always petted Sprocket, whenever he was worried or scared. "...I lost her on Christmas Eve..." He muttered softly, towards Sprocket. Sprocket then sniffled, and licked Doc's hand.

    Emily's eyes widened, and she leaned in a little bit across the table. "You lost who on Christmas Eve, Jerome?"

    "My wife, Delia. She died about 16 years ago." Doc laughed softly, looking still towards Sprocket. His eyes were stinging with tears. "The funny thing is....I started noticing odd things about the workshop....that's when I opened up that Fraggle hole..."

    Emily said nothing, but listened intently, forgetting her dessert. She wanted to hear more about Delia, and the fraggle hole. She knew she had one in her basement. But she never bothered them. She didn't want too. Once, a small bushy red haired fraggle was poking around her kitchen, but she paid him no heed. He left within the hour, and she nearly forgot about him after that.

    "I never noticed the Fraggles. But after Delia died, I couldn't stand to stay in that old huge house by myself. Even with Sprocket, I was lonely. I took out our old workshop, and I cleaned it up one day. I'd say it was about a week after Delia died when I did that. I moved the box, and noticed that hole. Figured huge rats had dug through the walls. I never thought about it, until Sprocket finally drew my attention to it one day. That was five years after Delia died. I believe...it was actually on the aniversery that she died, when Gobo had come out of that hole, and had spoken to me."

    Emily sat flabbergasted, listening to Jerome tell her about what had happened to him.

    Sprocket was finishing up the second dessert on Emily's plate by then. He was licking the plate when Emily's fork went downwards. It hit table.

    "Huh?" She looked down and noticed nothing was on the table. Just her fork, and the table itself. "Where did my dessert go?"

    "And where's mine?" Jerome said, then he turned to Sprocket. The fur around his mouth was covered with chocolate and honey. They both had gotten something called Chocolate-Honey Explosions.

    "Sprocket...you're going to be sick by eating all that chocolate you know!" Doc chided Sprocket, who then nodded, and wagged his tail. He was happy and he loved desserts he didn't care if he was going to be sick.
  7. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Well, I figured it was a drastic change of pace from the crazy stuff I'd written before.

    Well, that was because of this equation I came up too.

    Forgot who said what first though so "bear" with me.

    Emily Bear said "I haven't seen a blizzard like this since '41!"

    The Newsman said "It's the worst blizzard to hit in 50 years!"

    Now think about that. For what Emily to have said make sense she would have had to have been around before 1941. That means it would have been 47 years ago. Then we take the newsman, what he said would make it 1938. Either way, I never thought that made since. And before the stupid laptop died. (I'm @ college right now. >< Stupid laptops.) I had the perfect formula in my head, and now I've forgotten it. But the formula ended up with it figuring around 1991. And I added a few years and then it made sense to me. Plus 1996-1997 puts her smack dab in the middle of production for a lot of muppet stuff. XD Meaning her son can't just come to the farmhouse really easily.

    I loved writing that line for Doc. When I watched MFC, I realized he really did look outright old. And I was a bit surprised for how quickly he took to all the people in her house. I don't know, maybe I read too far into the special. But I have just adored it completely.

    ;) And I loved the "Scooter's Girlfriend" thing. ;)
    Certainly. Look above this post for the second chapter! And another chapter soon tonight!
  8. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Sara! You did it again!!!

    Wowwww! The magic in this story is undeniable. Emily Bear is great, and you have Doc down perfectly! His stammer! i can hear every word he says as if it were from his own lips!!! And I see you have done your research again! Fabulous! Can't wait for more!
  9. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    ...thanks. XD I must be the Princess of Fanfiction then. Cause Lisa's the Queen, and I'll never take that role. >> I don't deserve it.

    It also helps when 95% of your iPod is Muppet Songs. XD And you've got the MFC songs on always repeat while writing it.
  10. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    MFC songs are a definate plus. Like when I write MopFam stuff, I always play a song that Dan sang once, it seems to stimulate the MopFam side of my brain.
  11. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Chapter Four

    (Please forgive the self-insertation. I just can't help it. XD)

    One Year Ago - Early Christmas Day, 1997

    "It's nearly midnight, Jerome! Where are you taking me?" Emily demanded playfully from behind Sprocket's paws. Doc said nothing, as he continued to drive slowly through the beautiful country side. He was humming a soft tune to himself. He turned up the radio, and kept humming to himself.

    He stopped the car, and stepped outside of the car. He smirked, and nodded to Sprocket.

    "Now." He whispered, his hands gently on Emily's shoulders.

    "HI THERE, MS. BEAR!!!!" Everyone shouted from her porch. It was all of the muppets, and most of the Sesame Street Gang, as well as a lot of their other friends.

    Emily took two steps backwards, and her hands went to her mouth. She was stunned....to say the least.

    "Hi Ma..." Fozzie said, as he stepped off of the porch, and walked towards his Ma. He gently grabbed her in a tight hug, and sniffled softly. "..I...I'm sorry I forgot Ma...I...I didn't..."

    "Ahhh....my little cub....." She hugged him tightly, and closed her eyes, leaning against his shoulder. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean to forget."

    Fozzie pulled away from his Ma, and she could see two clear tear streams rolling down his cheeks. She brushed them away gently, and laughed softly. "Honey...you cry hard enough, you'll become a snowbear out in this weather!"

    Fozzie laughed as well, and they all went into the house, to enjoy Christmas again, as it was last year.

    She opened up all the bedrooms, and all the spare spots in the house, and she started to go into the kitchen to make up some hot cocoa for everyone. It was so late at night, it was almost Christmas already. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 11 pm. She grabbed a large pot from underneath the sink, and set it on the stove. The Swedish chef stepped over and patted her arm.

    "No handee da coocoo, me handee dee coocoo." He gently shoved her out of the kitchen and started to close the door.

    "But...what are you?? This is my kitchen!!" Emily protested, until she was met with the swinging door on her nose. "Ow! Fine!" She walked back into the living room and sat down, rubbing her nose. "Don't know what that fella was speaking, but I guess he's doing the cocoa for you guys!"

    Fozzie came over and gave her another hug. He still felt horrible for forgetting his Ma this Christmas. He felt that she was cold, and he grabbed a blanket for her. Then he gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. "Comfy, Ma?"

    "Sure. Why don't you go see if that lizard needs some help with something..." She said, as she started to peel the blanket off. Doc walked over, and gently tapped Emily on the shoulder. "Yes, Jerome?"

    "Come with me. I have something to show you." He said, as he gently took her hand out to the porch. He grabbed her jacket and softly wrapped it around her shoulders, as they walked outside.

    "Why are we coming outside, Doc?" She asked, as they sat down in the chairs on the porch.

    "Well....I....we're both old right?" He said, as he leaned back in the chair gently, smiling softly.

    "Yes. We are both old, Jerome." Emily said a bit interested now, in where this conversation was going.

    "Delia...I still miss her. But..it's been 17 years now." He said, as he pulled back the sleeve to his watch. It read 12 midnight. It was Christmas Day.

    "She died...at midnight?" She asked, sitting up fully, and leaning over to Jerome, her pink eyes blinking softly focusing on him.

    "As far as the doctors knew...yes. She could have passed before...but they listed it as midnight. I always felt..." He looked away and sighed heavily. "I just always felt so helpless when Christmas time came around. I felt like if it wasn't for Sprocket...I...I just don't know what I would have done, Emily!"

    Emily watched him, and her heart melted. She felt so much for him. Her husband died around the holidays as well, so she had always tried to keep herself busy...and until really recently she was busy. Watching after her only cub, Fozzie.

    --------------

    Scooter was watching through the windows, and he smiled. He sighed happily. A young woman walked over to the window seat, dressed in a thick black sweater, with a beautiful green scarf around her neck. She had two cups of cocoa in her hands, and she handed one of to Scooter.

    "What'cha looking at sweetie?" She asked.

    "Just Fozzie's Ma, and Jerome." He replied, taking a sip of cocoa. "They look so sweet out there, talking underneath the falling snow on the porch, Sara."

    Sara turned her attention outside, and pushed her long brown-red hair out of her face and she smiled. "Aww..." She cooed. "That is really sweet."

    "Why don't we ever do that?" He asked, looking over at her.

    "Cause niether of us like the cold, that's why." She retorted, taking another sip of cocoa, not looking at him. A slight smirk graced her lips as she said that.

    "Oh, yeah." He said, as he turned back to the window to watch again.
  12. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! I love this! I hug this! I hug you! I never would've made this type of connection between these two characters! It's lovely! It's beautiful! I want to read more! Way to go sissy, you've done it again!
  13. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Oooooooooooooooooh!!!

    *sings* Fozzie's Ma and Doc sitting in a tree *end sings*
  14. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    *playfully slaps Beau* Shut up. XD

    SHHHHHH!!!!
  15. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Sorry I'm late Sare. Went for some dinner. And, to tell the truth... Been reading up to Act 3, Scene 2 of MNG's story. Few errors in terms of the characters, but I feel it's too late to get 'em fixed.

    As for the formula... Aw heck, forget that formula. Just go with the joke of refering to a bad Winter storm.

    But I want to say... This line about here...
    Originally posted by Sadie's Helper: "It was all of the muppets, and most of the Sesame Street Gang, as well as a lot of their other friends."
    *Tackle hugs Sara. Thank you, that just made me melt inside... That's one of my fave parts of MFC, from when I still had better sight... The SS cast coming across the hills...

    Off to read some more Sara... Have a great night.
  16. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Chapter Five

    One Year Ago - Early Christmas Morning, 1997

    "Scooter..shouldn't we go make sure their okay?" Sara asked as she leaned against the slightly cold window, watching the two quietly.

    Scooter turned around and looked out the window, then he glanced at his watch. "Hm. It's not that cold, but it has been about an hour now. We should make sure their okay."

    Sara, Scooter, and Fozzie went outside, and Fozzie yelled immediately, scared to death.

    "MAAA!!! Ma...oh Ma!!" He went forward, and grabbed his Ma in a tight hug, pulling her close to him. He was hugging her so tightly, he didn't notice she had only fallen asleep outside on the porch with Jerome beside her. Her glasses fell off of her face, and she was being shaken from side to side by her son.

    "What in the world?" Doc said sleepily, as he opened his eyes, and put his glasses back on looking over at the four of them. "What is going on here? Fozzie...Emily's...Emily's fine..."

    "I can't believe you!" He said mencingly over his mother's shoulder at Doc. "You brought her out into this cold weather!!"

    "She's a bear! She has to have some kind of protection against this! You...you should know this yourself!" He said, standing up, as he grabbed both of the blankets. "If anything had happened, I'd be dead before she'd be dead, you bear!"

    "FOZZIE!!!" Emily yelled, from her son's tight grip, and her hair was completely down from it's bun, draping down across her shoulders. She pulled herself away finally, and frowned at her son. She shook her head, and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine!!"

    "MA!!" Fozzie screamed happily, hugging his Ma once more, incredibly joyed. Emily just sighed from her son's grip, and smiled, hugging him back. "I'm so happy your alive!! And I'm so sorry about that!!! I...ahhhhh.....I knew you were tough Ma!!"

    "Fozzie...can I ask you something?" Jerome cut in, sitting back down in the chair on the porch.

    "Um...what?" He asked back, looking over at Doc, as he let go of Emily gently. He wouldn't let go of her hand though.

    "Well....uh...." He rubbed his head thoughtfully, and really wished Sprocket was there. He hadn't even told Sprocket yet what he was planning to ask. "I'd...uh...like to see if Emily...your Ma....would uh...like to go on a date with me?" He smiled towards Emily, a faint smile, his glasses hiding his eyes just then.

    Fozzie froze in his tracks. He barely remembered his Dad, but he knew this was some new feeling he had. It was fierce, almost feral possession; coming deep within him. He had always been so sweet, and so unassuming...but now this was such a new feeling for him.

    "Son?" Emily said quietly to Fozzie, looking over at him. "What do you think?"

    He shook his head, and took off his hat gently, looking away. "Ma's a grown bear...and...it...it dosn't really matter what I think does it?" He said, pushing a small pile of snow with his toe, making it bigger.

    "Fozzie...it does matter what you think. Your my son." Emily said softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders gently. "I really care what you think. What do you say, Son?"

    Jerome was trying to contain a bright smile, that was creeping it's way up towards his mouth. He wanted to smile, and tell the world about Emily, and how he felt. He wanted to rush to the Fraggle hole and yell it down into the cavern so loud and long those...'Gorgs' or whatever they called them could hear it too!

    The sweet, unassuming, comedic bear turned towards his mother, and smiled softly. "I guess it's okay. I think he's really neat anyways Ma." He said finally, a sweet smile coming across his face.

    "Thank you sweetheart." She smiled towards Jerome, who was beaming just then. Then he shivered, and blew out his breath quickly. Sara was already shivering, clinging onto Scooter.

    "You must have blood of lava to stand this heat, Scoot!" Sara hissed in Scooter's ear, once she noticed the cold as well.

    "Alright everyone! Time to get inside now! Even I'm starting to get cold...and I'm built for this..." Emily muttered as they all went inside, to get out of the cold.

    Jerome took Emily's hand and smiled. "Next Christmas...I've got a wonderful Christmas Present for you!"

    Emily smirked a bit, and leaned over to him. "What about this Christmas, Jerome?"

    "That was when I thought you had told your son! We'd best wait till next year then."

    "Alright. Better ease Fozzie into it then." She said, as they walked inside and sat down on the couch beside Sara and Scooter.

    "If you guys are gonna fall asleep somewhere, please let it be in the basement or something!!" Sara said softly to Jerome and Emily, wrapped in a blanket. She handed an extra blanket to Doc, who then wrapped up himself.

    "This is really nice, all of us together, for Christmas, isn't it Emily?" Jerome stated gently, when he saw everyone settled in, still sleeping.

    "Yeah...I love this bunch of weridoes Jerome." Emily said, as they both drifted off to a peaceful slumber in the early waning hours of Christmas Day.
  17. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Awww....I'd better get the mop then. *giggles*

    Thanks so much. I love that I made you melt inside. I love it when that happens. It's supposed to be a mushy thing this story.
  18. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Yeah... But no worries... Got a good cupper of hot chocolate here, gonna read over more of MNG's tale. Good night everyone.
  19. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Oh I like it! It's so cute! I like how Emily wanted Fozzie's permission to go on the date and I just think it's so sweet! You said you couldn't write romance, but you're doing really well with it!
  20. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Thanks Sissy. Suprisingly, why I say I can't write Romance...is cause uh...normally I HATE romantic comedies. My mother has a LIBRARY (and I mean library, over 200 of them, and she's 'slimmed them down' from about 600) titles of the "Harlquin Romance Titles". >> She loves Romantic Comedies. And for the most part (there are some I like) I can't really watch 'em. Cause I can't seem to follow the story. But I guess when it comes to Muppets. I really can. XD


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