My second try to write Fan Fic, LOL. I hope you all like it;-) And a huge
THANKS to Maria's Georg for having the patience to read all my Fan Fic,
correcting the mistakes.
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Till You Find Your Dream
They left the morning sun behind them, as they crossed the Swiss Boarder. But not only the sun, but their home, their friends, their old lives.
The children were tired after having marched through the hills the whole night long, Gretl already had fallen asleep at the Captain's back, while the others tried not to show how exhausted they were. Nobody had spoken since they started to climb the mountain, they all tried to deal with the shock they experienced at the Abbey. Especially Liesl, she could hardly fight her tears, when she thought of Rolf.
They crossed the boarder, but they didn't know what to except from their future. The Captain hadn't told them where they were hiding to, and truthfully he didn't know himself. All he knew was that they had to get out of Austria, and now they were.
"Mother? I'm so tired. Can't we rest for a few minutes, now that we're in Switzerland?" Marta whispered into Maria's ear. Maria looked at the little one. Yes, she was right. They all we're tired, a short rest would be the best.
"Georg?" she asked "Don't you think we should rest for a while? The children are tired, I'm tired and so must you."
The Captain stopped and turned around, actually he wanted to rest first when they had arrived a little village called "Dörfli" next to the Boarder, but when he saw the faces of his children he softly nodded and stopped walking.
"But only for a few minutes."
The children sank happily on the cold earth, leaning at each other and felt asleep within a second. The Captain pulled Gretl careful into Liesl arms and walked away from them, watching the golden morning sun.
Maria walked behind the Captain and laid her arms around him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Everything will be fine, Darling, believe me" she said low. "As long as we're together everything is fine." She added as her husband didn't response. Although she couldn't see it, she knew he was crying. And she knew that he didn't want her to see him in such a state.
"I think I'll look for the children" Maria gave him a kiss on his shoulder. Then she turned to the children, sat down next to them and observed Georg worried.
"Jo mei, what do we have here? Gruezi!" Suddenly a voice sounded. The Captain, Maria and the children turned around, surprised, frightened.
There was an old man standing there, wearing an old green cape; out washed brown trousers and a slouch hat which had seen better day's long time before. His weather-tanned face was full of wrinkles and between his lips, which were almost covered by his huge white beard, hang a long pipe.
"Got lost on your Sunday trip?" he smiled and scrutinized the von Trapp's.
"Well, well - doesn't seem to be very comfortable to me, sleeping on that cold floor. Neither for little girls nor for beautiful woman." He winked towards Liesl.
"Oh, it isn't comfortable at all" Brigitta said. "But we were tired."
"I see, I see." The old man nodded.
"So, Mister - they're all yours?" he asked the Captain
"Doesn't seem to be very clever to me, taking - let me count - 6 children, a young lady and your lovely wife to the hills in that season, well, well.." He pushed out the smoke out of his mouth.
"Clever or not - we had to leave Austria." The Captain answered disappointed.
"I see, I see. Well, follow me. My daughter will make you breakfast." The old man turned around and started to walk along the path. The children got up and wanted to follow him, but the Captain hold them back with a gesture.
"Why should I trust you, Mr. - Mr - "
"Ai, why shouldn't you? Doesn't seem to be very clever to me, to do not trust an old man, up in the hills, when I'm having a cold, tired and hungry family with me."
"That man speaks odd" Kurt whispered into Louisa's ear.
"Well, Well, doesn't seem to be very clever to me to make jokes about an old man speaking odd, if he offers you a breakfast" she answered and both giggled, earning an sharp view from their father.
"Now? Wanna have a breakfast or not?" the old man asked, looking rather amused than angry by Louisa's comment.
Maria looked at her husband, hoping that he would take the offer. That man didn't seem dangerous to her at all.
The Captain nodded slowly. "I guess I don't have another opportunity, but to trust you, right?"
"He, he, it seems to me that you're on the right way" the old man laughed.
"Well, well, follow me, follow me. I'm sure Emily will serve you a breakfast you'll never forget."
The Trapp's followed him through the hills till they arrived at an old cabin after a few minutes. White smoke came out of the Chimney; the smell of bread and the summing of a woman's voice were in the air.
"Emily, Emily" The old man shouted and the door of the cabin flew open. A young woman about Maria's age appeared. Her long, curled blonde hair was only bound together with a red loop and she was wearing an easy blue dress that had the colour of her eyes.
"Yes father?" she said, looking surprised at the von Trapp's, then smiled and said Hallo.
"Well, as you see we've some hungry guests. I told them you'll make them some breakfast."
"Of course, father" Emily smiled. "I just made some fresh bread, it's still warm. Come in." She pointed at the cabin.
It turned out that the cabin had a big room, which seemed to be living room, kitchen, library and dining- room in one. There was a huge table out of oak, dried herbs hang at the ceiling, old books and papers stacked up at every free place and the light of fire in the fireplace gave the room a warm look. The children got together at the fire, holding their hands upon it to get warm again.
The old man sunk into an armchair "Now sit down, sit down and tell me. Why had you to leave Austria?"
First the Captain didn't know if he should tell him, but then he said to his self, why not? The old man had offered his family a warm place and something to eat. Why shouldn't he trust him? Besides he was too tired to be distrustful. So he told him their story, while the old man listened attentive, his wife and children sat in front of the fire and the old mans daughter fried eggs and bacon in a huge pan. After the Captain had finished, the old man glanced at his daughter and then nodded towards the Captain.
"Well, well, it seems very brave to me of your family leaving Austria in the middle of the night. There aren't many people who would do that. You are a very lucky person, Captain."
"Thank you." The Captain answered, looking proud at his family. The first time since they left, he felt kind of comfortable. He really could be proud of them. Maria smiled at him, as if she knew what he was thinking. Maybe she does, he thought, smiling back.
"I suggest you're having breakfast, now." Emily said, putting the pan on the oak table.
"I'll put some blankets up to the hayloft, so you can rest before you continue your journey."
"That's very kind of you, thank you" Maria said thankful, knowing that they all needed some sleep.
"No problem. But please eat now; don't let the eggs get cold."
That was something the children needn't to be told twice. Even the Captain forgot most of his good manners upon the easy but delicious meal. Only Maria didn't eat anything. She was much too exhausted to. She only nipped at her tea and watched the children, enjoying the warm fire and the sound of their voices, telling the old man the story of their escape again, which got more and more dramatic than it really was. At least the children didn't seem to be unhappy, she thought, glancing at Georg again. But he, he's so unlike him. As if he left a part of his confidence in Austria.
The beams of the early sunlight dazzled Maria. First she didn't know where she was, but the smell of herbs and hay let her realize that it really was true. She wasn't in Austria anymore, but somewhere in Switzerland. All this, the escape during the night, the old man bringing them to his cabin, hasn't been a dream, but reality. She looked around, searching for her husband, her children. But the whole hayloft was empty. As fast as she could, she got up and ran down the stairs.
But even the big room, where they had breakfast, this morning, the morning before - Maria didn't know how long she had slept. She still felt groggy, every bone and muscle ached, although she was used to climb mountains.
She got out of the cabin and looked at the beautiful mountains. What a view, she thought, while she tried to hear the children's voices.
"Good Morning Baroness." Maria turned around and Emily stood behind her.
"I hope you had a good sleep?"
"Yes, thank you - but, where are the children?"
"Oh, father is showing them an old mine. He enjoys it to have some people to tell all the old stories. Your husband came along with them." Emily smiled
"Are you hungry? You haven't been eating anything yesterday morning."
"Yesterday? Have I really slept that long?" Maria was kind of shocked; it couldn't be possible that she had slept about 24 hours.
"Yes, yesterday. But don't worry, you all slept long. Well - some eggs? "
"Oh, thank you, no. But a cup of tea would be fine.
Emily made some tea and they sat down at a bank in front of the cabin, enjoying the silence of the morning. Later Emily showed Maria were she could wash and the two woman spent the rest of the day reading and preparing dinner in the cabin, while they chatted. Maria was happy, that she could tell somebody everything out of her point of view. Of course she could have told Georg, but he was worried, too. Emily listened to Maria attentive, nodding at the right points and saying something when it was necessary and nothing when it wasn't.
"You should tell your husband." Emily said after a long pause.
"I can't. Why should I make him feel worse by letting him know, that I'm worried, too."
"Oh, no" Emily answered "I'm not talking about your worries. Of course you should tell him this, too."
"But what else should I tell him?" Maria didn't understand what Emily was trying to say to her - and Emily realized that Maria didn't know what she wanted her to tell her husband.
"Well, you see, Baroness -"
"Oh no, please call me Maria. I'm not feeling like a Baroness at all, really not!"
"Well, Maria -" She was interrupted by the children, running into the room, all speaking at the same time, telling Maria how wonderful their day had been.
"That mine is miiiiiilllions of years old" Gretl said.
"There are living ghosts in it" Marta whispered.
"Buuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh" Kurt startled the little One's, which screamed and ran into Maria's arms.
"It's used by smugglers" Friedrich added "And as hide for murders." He said to Gretl and Marta.
"Oh please, Friedrich, Kurt, don't scare them." Maria said rebuking.
"I'm sure it weren't the boys, which frightened them, but my father. Don't believe him everything he's telling you."
"Believe me everything." The old man said. "I know everything. Just last night I saw two shadows -"
"Father! That's really enough!" Emily interrupted him.
"Hi, hi, it seems to me, that you're scared, too, Emily" he laughed.
"Father..." Emily couldn't help smiling
"Where's Georg?" Maria asked. During all that hurly-burly she hadn't realized yet, that her husband didn't return with the others.
"Well, well - he just wanted to go to Dörfli, managing everything." The old man told her.
"But it's getting dark outside - "
"Don't worry; he'll spend the night in the local pub. No need to worry, no need at all!"
Although she was sure that nothing serious would happen to Georg, Maria was worried - and angry. Why hadn't he told her where he was going to? Of course, she had slept - but he could have woke her up. She looked at the children, which all had taken place at the table, still making jokes about ghosts and smugglers.
"Excuse me." She got up and went outside the cabin. As if there weren't enough reasons for her to worry about, her husband had to walk through the hills all alone in the dark, without telling her a word. She sighed and hoped that at last this worry was not necessary.
To be continued.
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Till You Find Your Dream
They left the morning sun behind them, as they crossed the Swiss Boarder. But not only the sun, but their home, their friends, their old lives.
The children were tired after having marched through the hills the whole night long, Gretl already had fallen asleep at the Captain's back, while the others tried not to show how exhausted they were. Nobody had spoken since they started to climb the mountain, they all tried to deal with the shock they experienced at the Abbey. Especially Liesl, she could hardly fight her tears, when she thought of Rolf.
They crossed the boarder, but they didn't know what to except from their future. The Captain hadn't told them where they were hiding to, and truthfully he didn't know himself. All he knew was that they had to get out of Austria, and now they were.
"Mother? I'm so tired. Can't we rest for a few minutes, now that we're in Switzerland?" Marta whispered into Maria's ear. Maria looked at the little one. Yes, she was right. They all we're tired, a short rest would be the best.
"Georg?" she asked "Don't you think we should rest for a while? The children are tired, I'm tired and so must you."
The Captain stopped and turned around, actually he wanted to rest first when they had arrived a little village called "Dörfli" next to the Boarder, but when he saw the faces of his children he softly nodded and stopped walking.
"But only for a few minutes."
The children sank happily on the cold earth, leaning at each other and felt asleep within a second. The Captain pulled Gretl careful into Liesl arms and walked away from them, watching the golden morning sun.
Maria walked behind the Captain and laid her arms around him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Everything will be fine, Darling, believe me" she said low. "As long as we're together everything is fine." She added as her husband didn't response. Although she couldn't see it, she knew he was crying. And she knew that he didn't want her to see him in such a state.
"I think I'll look for the children" Maria gave him a kiss on his shoulder. Then she turned to the children, sat down next to them and observed Georg worried.
"Jo mei, what do we have here? Gruezi!" Suddenly a voice sounded. The Captain, Maria and the children turned around, surprised, frightened.
There was an old man standing there, wearing an old green cape; out washed brown trousers and a slouch hat which had seen better day's long time before. His weather-tanned face was full of wrinkles and between his lips, which were almost covered by his huge white beard, hang a long pipe.
"Got lost on your Sunday trip?" he smiled and scrutinized the von Trapp's.
"Well, well - doesn't seem to be very comfortable to me, sleeping on that cold floor. Neither for little girls nor for beautiful woman." He winked towards Liesl.
"Oh, it isn't comfortable at all" Brigitta said. "But we were tired."
"I see, I see." The old man nodded.
"So, Mister - they're all yours?" he asked the Captain
"Doesn't seem to be very clever to me, taking - let me count - 6 children, a young lady and your lovely wife to the hills in that season, well, well.." He pushed out the smoke out of his mouth.
"Clever or not - we had to leave Austria." The Captain answered disappointed.
"I see, I see. Well, follow me. My daughter will make you breakfast." The old man turned around and started to walk along the path. The children got up and wanted to follow him, but the Captain hold them back with a gesture.
"Why should I trust you, Mr. - Mr - "
"Ai, why shouldn't you? Doesn't seem to be very clever to me, to do not trust an old man, up in the hills, when I'm having a cold, tired and hungry family with me."
"That man speaks odd" Kurt whispered into Louisa's ear.
"Well, Well, doesn't seem to be very clever to me to make jokes about an old man speaking odd, if he offers you a breakfast" she answered and both giggled, earning an sharp view from their father.
"Now? Wanna have a breakfast or not?" the old man asked, looking rather amused than angry by Louisa's comment.
Maria looked at her husband, hoping that he would take the offer. That man didn't seem dangerous to her at all.
The Captain nodded slowly. "I guess I don't have another opportunity, but to trust you, right?"
"He, he, it seems to me that you're on the right way" the old man laughed.
"Well, well, follow me, follow me. I'm sure Emily will serve you a breakfast you'll never forget."
The Trapp's followed him through the hills till they arrived at an old cabin after a few minutes. White smoke came out of the Chimney; the smell of bread and the summing of a woman's voice were in the air.
"Emily, Emily" The old man shouted and the door of the cabin flew open. A young woman about Maria's age appeared. Her long, curled blonde hair was only bound together with a red loop and she was wearing an easy blue dress that had the colour of her eyes.
"Yes father?" she said, looking surprised at the von Trapp's, then smiled and said Hallo.
"Well, as you see we've some hungry guests. I told them you'll make them some breakfast."
"Of course, father" Emily smiled. "I just made some fresh bread, it's still warm. Come in." She pointed at the cabin.
It turned out that the cabin had a big room, which seemed to be living room, kitchen, library and dining- room in one. There was a huge table out of oak, dried herbs hang at the ceiling, old books and papers stacked up at every free place and the light of fire in the fireplace gave the room a warm look. The children got together at the fire, holding their hands upon it to get warm again.
The old man sunk into an armchair "Now sit down, sit down and tell me. Why had you to leave Austria?"
First the Captain didn't know if he should tell him, but then he said to his self, why not? The old man had offered his family a warm place and something to eat. Why shouldn't he trust him? Besides he was too tired to be distrustful. So he told him their story, while the old man listened attentive, his wife and children sat in front of the fire and the old mans daughter fried eggs and bacon in a huge pan. After the Captain had finished, the old man glanced at his daughter and then nodded towards the Captain.
"Well, well, it seems very brave to me of your family leaving Austria in the middle of the night. There aren't many people who would do that. You are a very lucky person, Captain."
"Thank you." The Captain answered, looking proud at his family. The first time since they left, he felt kind of comfortable. He really could be proud of them. Maria smiled at him, as if she knew what he was thinking. Maybe she does, he thought, smiling back.
"I suggest you're having breakfast, now." Emily said, putting the pan on the oak table.
"I'll put some blankets up to the hayloft, so you can rest before you continue your journey."
"That's very kind of you, thank you" Maria said thankful, knowing that they all needed some sleep.
"No problem. But please eat now; don't let the eggs get cold."
That was something the children needn't to be told twice. Even the Captain forgot most of his good manners upon the easy but delicious meal. Only Maria didn't eat anything. She was much too exhausted to. She only nipped at her tea and watched the children, enjoying the warm fire and the sound of their voices, telling the old man the story of their escape again, which got more and more dramatic than it really was. At least the children didn't seem to be unhappy, she thought, glancing at Georg again. But he, he's so unlike him. As if he left a part of his confidence in Austria.
The beams of the early sunlight dazzled Maria. First she didn't know where she was, but the smell of herbs and hay let her realize that it really was true. She wasn't in Austria anymore, but somewhere in Switzerland. All this, the escape during the night, the old man bringing them to his cabin, hasn't been a dream, but reality. She looked around, searching for her husband, her children. But the whole hayloft was empty. As fast as she could, she got up and ran down the stairs.
But even the big room, where they had breakfast, this morning, the morning before - Maria didn't know how long she had slept. She still felt groggy, every bone and muscle ached, although she was used to climb mountains.
She got out of the cabin and looked at the beautiful mountains. What a view, she thought, while she tried to hear the children's voices.
"Good Morning Baroness." Maria turned around and Emily stood behind her.
"I hope you had a good sleep?"
"Yes, thank you - but, where are the children?"
"Oh, father is showing them an old mine. He enjoys it to have some people to tell all the old stories. Your husband came along with them." Emily smiled
"Are you hungry? You haven't been eating anything yesterday morning."
"Yesterday? Have I really slept that long?" Maria was kind of shocked; it couldn't be possible that she had slept about 24 hours.
"Yes, yesterday. But don't worry, you all slept long. Well - some eggs? "
"Oh, thank you, no. But a cup of tea would be fine.
Emily made some tea and they sat down at a bank in front of the cabin, enjoying the silence of the morning. Later Emily showed Maria were she could wash and the two woman spent the rest of the day reading and preparing dinner in the cabin, while they chatted. Maria was happy, that she could tell somebody everything out of her point of view. Of course she could have told Georg, but he was worried, too. Emily listened to Maria attentive, nodding at the right points and saying something when it was necessary and nothing when it wasn't.
"You should tell your husband." Emily said after a long pause.
"I can't. Why should I make him feel worse by letting him know, that I'm worried, too."
"Oh, no" Emily answered "I'm not talking about your worries. Of course you should tell him this, too."
"But what else should I tell him?" Maria didn't understand what Emily was trying to say to her - and Emily realized that Maria didn't know what she wanted her to tell her husband.
"Well, you see, Baroness -"
"Oh no, please call me Maria. I'm not feeling like a Baroness at all, really not!"
"Well, Maria -" She was interrupted by the children, running into the room, all speaking at the same time, telling Maria how wonderful their day had been.
"That mine is miiiiiilllions of years old" Gretl said.
"There are living ghosts in it" Marta whispered.
"Buuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh" Kurt startled the little One's, which screamed and ran into Maria's arms.
"It's used by smugglers" Friedrich added "And as hide for murders." He said to Gretl and Marta.
"Oh please, Friedrich, Kurt, don't scare them." Maria said rebuking.
"I'm sure it weren't the boys, which frightened them, but my father. Don't believe him everything he's telling you."
"Believe me everything." The old man said. "I know everything. Just last night I saw two shadows -"
"Father! That's really enough!" Emily interrupted him.
"Hi, hi, it seems to me, that you're scared, too, Emily" he laughed.
"Father..." Emily couldn't help smiling
"Where's Georg?" Maria asked. During all that hurly-burly she hadn't realized yet, that her husband didn't return with the others.
"Well, well - he just wanted to go to Dörfli, managing everything." The old man told her.
"But it's getting dark outside - "
"Don't worry; he'll spend the night in the local pub. No need to worry, no need at all!"
Although she was sure that nothing serious would happen to Georg, Maria was worried - and angry. Why hadn't he told her where he was going to? Of course, she had slept - but he could have woke her up. She looked at the children, which all had taken place at the table, still making jokes about ghosts and smugglers.
"Excuse me." She got up and went outside the cabin. As if there weren't enough reasons for her to worry about, her husband had to walk through the hills all alone in the dark, without telling her a word. She sighed and hoped that at last this worry was not necessary.
To be continued.