A/N: This is an idea that's been mulling around in my head, insisting to get out, so here it is.
Disclaimer: Only own Sarah and Mrs. Frisk, nothing else.
A school bus pulled up to the apartment complex and came to a stop. Once it was fully stopped the driver opened up the door and out stepped a girl about six years old, with a backpack on her back. She looked around for a second before she spotted a man standing on the sidewalk looking at her.
"Daddy!" she shouted, running to him.
"Told ya I'd be here, I always am." He said after giving her a kiss on the head.
"I know, but still." She said smiling up at him.
"Come on, let's head up." He said smiling as he took her hand. They walked up together to their apartment.
"Wanna go out to eat tonight?" he asked her once they were settled. He was seated on the couch, while she was kneeling on the ground, coloring on the table.
"Ok, why?" she said, turning to look at him. She may have been young, but in her six years of life she knew that her daddy didn't like to go out to eat unless it was special.
"Because, Sarah, I sold my book today." He told her excitedly.
"Oh." She said looking at the floor, her face crest fallen.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" he asked, a bit concerned.
"I heard you and Mrs. Frisk talking and she said that when you sold your book you'd have to travel and if you travel I won't get to see you and I'd be alone." She told him, tears were coming down her face.
"I know, baby, but I'll see you and plus I've got some other news." He said after getting on the floor next to her and pulling her to him.
"What?" she asked, sniffing. He took a deep breath before telling her, because not only was this going to be big for her; it was going to be big and hard for him too.
"I was thinking, because I will be traveling, I'd like you to be with family." He said.
"Like Grandma?" she questioned, referring to his mom. He'd lost track of her mom's parents.
"No, my uncle, your uncle too. But, because you'll be with him so much, I thought it'd be better if we moved to where he lived." He told her carefully, watching her reactions.
"What about my friends?" she asked him, looking in his eyes.
"You'll make new ones, I promise." He told her, hoping he wasn't making a promise that would be broken.
"I don't wanna move, Daddy." She said, hugging him as she cried. He stroked her brown hair to comfort her, letting her cry.
"When are me moving?" she asked after about five minutes.
"In about a month or so. We'll visit this weekend though." He told her.
"Where are we going?"
"A small town in Connecticut called Stars Hallow."
To Be Continued...