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Last Song Syndrome
by k-shee
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When Vaughn arrives at the Island, everyone is practically on their knees, begging for his help. It takes him awhile to latch Elliot off his leg and piece together what happened through all the screaming, wailing, and overall hysteria.
It's Chelsea.
Chelsea is singing.
Chelsea is singing "ELMO'S WORLD".
It's like a plague. The melody is practically floating in the air, contaminating everyone's minds. As Denny very eloquently puts it, IT BURNS!!!
The elders are amused at the younger generation, but not so much when the song fastens onto their brains and haunt them to their graves.
Vaughn would be amused too, until Chelsea walks down the path from her farm, swinging a basket along merrily and whistling a happy tune.
The girls look about ready to cry, so Julia pushes her cousin into the Animal Shop, and tells him everyone will be counting on him. Vaughn sighs and rubs his temples, counting down until the rancher arrives. It doesn't take long.
Chelsea bursts in smiling, all rainbows and sparkles. They chat like friends do, and she hands him her basket full of milk and eggs. Vaughn, (typical, typical Vaughn) decides that he'll go straight to the point and asks (demands) why she's singing that ridiculous song.
And what does she reply?
"It's…stuck."
Vaughn slaps his hand on his face and mutters.
She laughs. It's not her fault it attacked her and stuck itself like gum under a table. "Plus, it's kind of funny to see everyone being all melodramatic and acting like they're dying."
As if on cue, a shrill scream out of a horror movie resounds from outside.
Vaughn can't fault that. The situation is rather far-fetched, but for appearance's sake, he adopts a deadpan look.
She giggles at his poker face.
He rolls his eyes, hiding a small grin. She's singing again, and it's starting to grate on his nerves.
He's not sure what's he's supposed to do, only knows that she looks beautiful today. He says as much.
She blushes, and looks up at him with her big blue eyes almost shyly. She licks her lips, tilting her head up.
To hell with it, he thinks, and leans in for an innocent kiss.
When he pulls away, Chelsea turns a shade exactly like her bandana, before running out the door squeaking.
When he returns again the next week, the residents are complaining again. Chelsea isn't singing Sesame Street anymore, but now she's singing cheesy love songs that are just as bad. Vaughn sighs and sets out again, planning to shut Sunny Island's resident rancher up rather pleasantly.
Maybe this time, she'll be so starry-eyed she won't be coherent for a while. He's counting on it.
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