Dedicated to Mouse Avenger, Reyelene, and teamdark2741, who have been looking forward in this fic.
One bright and sunny afternoon in old London, a peg legged bat named Fidget felt very lonesome, even though he was more than proud to live with Olivia Flaversham and her father. Now, considering the Flavershams, he saw how happy they were to be together as father and daughter, which he had no problem with, but the only issue he had was he missed his parents gravely. They loved him ever so dearly and in return, he loved them and showed them all he was worth. Oh, how Fidget longed to reunite with them again. Then, he also feared that he was the last bat that ever lived. Am I really the last bat? Fidget wondered somberly. Feeling blue, he went off to get the mail himself. "Oh, I'm so happy for Olivia that she has a parent, but I don't have one," he sighed, "I'm alone in this."
Suddenly, an envelope caught Fidget's eye. It was something for him! It was something from his parents! Smiling, he shut the mailbox and made his way back to the house. It might be snail mail, he thought as his smile faded.
Just as Fidget done so, he was distracted by a little pink bubble-like figure. "Hi," the pink blob said.
Fidget shifted his gaze at the strange looking creature that can fly. "Oh, hi," he replied nervously, "What's your name?"
"What's your name?" the creature mimicked.
"Fidget, what's yours?"
"Fidget, what's yours?"
"No, I asked for your name, not mine."
The pink aura turned himself into Fidget as he imitated, "No, I asked for your name, not mine."
"Enough copying me!" Fidget fumed, putting his foot down and making the strange blob cringe in tears. The bat heaved a sigh of guilt for yelling at him and apologized, "I'm sorry I yelled at you." The blob whimpered, but a merciful Fidget asked, "What's your name?"
Sniffling, the blob answered, "Morph."
"Oh, and you can fly, just like me."
"Mmm hmm," Morph nodded, stopped crying, and shape shifted himself into Fidget again.
Fidget stared at him curiously and poked him with one finger. Morph giggled when Fidget had done so as he shifted back to his flying blobby self. "Well, Morph, I didn't know you can do that," Fidget said and showing Morph the envelope, he added, "Maybe you know of my parents and can help me find my kind."
Morph shifted into a bat and back into a blob. Then, he eyed the envelope, snatched it from Fidget's grip, and floated away with it. This looks like a job for Fidget: Getting back the envelope! "Uh oh! This could be trouble!" Fidget said to himself and started to chase Morph, "Hey, Morph! Get back here!"
"Get back here!" Morph mimicked as if this was a game to him.
"It's mine, not yours!"
"It's mine, not yours!"
"When I find you, I will kill you!" Fidget threatened.
Morph, however, was unfazed by this threat, so he turned another direction, hoping that Fidget will find him. "Phew!" Morph sighed, exhausted from flying away from the bat until Fidget found him and caught him.
"Gotcha, Morph!" Fidget laughed, "You're in big trouble now!" Gripping the envelope, Fidget struggled to pull it free from Morph's mouth.
"Morph!" a teenage boy voice called, forcing the two to stop fighting.
"Morph, your owner's calling ya," Fidget said with a grin on his face.
Morph let go of the envelope and said, "Bye, bye."
"Bye, bye!" Fidget replied, waving goodbye to the little floating blob and gazed at the envelope, which had no slobber much to Fidget's relief and Morph reunited with his owner, Jim Hawkins. Hmm, they look happy together, Fidget thought. Turning away, he said to himself out loud, "Well, I may as well be on my way home."
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Fidget opened the Flaversham house door.
"Fidget, how long have you been out there?" Mr. Flaversham asked.
"Longer than I thought," Fidget replied as he closed the door behind him, "I kind of got distracted." He set down a stack of envelopes that he received from the mailbox. "I got something from my parents."
"Open it up!" Olivia encouraged him.
The bat opened up the envelope and pulled out a letter from inside.
"What is it?" Olivia asked.
"It's a letter from my parents," Fidget replied.
"What's it say?" Olivia prodded.
"Dear Fidget," Fidget read, "You may've thought we were dead, but we made it out of our old house alive to a safer place away from Ratigan. We wish you well and we hope to see you soon. We'll be back after Ratigan is gone.
"Love,
Mom and Dad"
After reading the letter, Fidget said with determination, "We gotta find my parents!"
"There should be an address right on the letter," Mr. Flaversham suggested, "Otherwise, on that envelope."
Fidget scrutinized the top of the letter to find the address. It came from Paris, France and he was astonished! "Paris?! My parents are in Paris!" Fidget exclaimed, "They somehow managed to escape from that rat! I wonder how they did it!"
"Must be their safe haven," Mr. Flaversham mused.
"We must meet them," Olivia said.
"You're both welcome to join me," Fidget said.
"We can ask Basil and Dawson to see if they want to meet them," Olivia said.
"Yeah, maybe they'd want to come along," Fidget agreed, "But we'll ask just like you said."
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Upon Basil's porch that evening, Fidget knocked on Basil's front door. Basil's landlady, Mrs. Judson opened the door. "Excuse me, Miss, but is Basil around?" Fidget asked.
"I'm afraid not," Mrs. Judson replied, "He and Dr. Dawson are solving a difficult case. What did you need him for?"
"I was wondering if he can, you know, visit my family," Fidget enunciated.
"Well, maybe I can write him a note before he and Dawson come back," Mrs. Judson offered.
"That'd be great," Fidget nodded.
"And Mr. Basil will have time to read it," Mrs. Judson went on.
"Right," Fidget concurred, "And maybe he'll see us then."
"Thank you for stopping by on this fine evening," Mrs. Judson said.
"Thank you for sparing time with us," Mr. Flaversham added.
"Bye, bye!" Fidget said as he and the Flavershams departed.
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Once home, Mr. Flaversham announced that he, Olivia, and Fidget will see Fidget's parents the next day, so they started packing. When they were finished, they were off to bed and Fidget had pleasant dreams about his parents.
AN: Morph and Jim Hawkins belong to Treasure Planet and Disney.
Well, not a bad start, eh? See you all in the next chapter.