There seems to be a lot of stories about Link, but I'm going to write one anyway, becuase I am pretty much in love with Link.
Continuity: Yeah, I pretty much pull stuff outa my butt. So if you do try to confirm my facts, you will find them grieviously wrong.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hairspray. Also, my spell check is broken, so it might get a little confusing sometimes, cuz I am really stupid at spelling things. Little bit of languege
A-choo!
It all started with a sneeze.
Link Larkin walked happily down the street, his long, strong fingers intertwined with Tracy Turnblad's soft, warm ones after the last rehersal before filming Corny Collin's Summer Special. Everyone was so excited. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the cars roared down the street with purpose. It was the perfect summer day, so Tracy and Link decided to take a walk down to the ice cream shop. They made sure to kiss ech other every three minutes.
"Bless you, Baby." Link said to his girlfriend after she let out a tremendous sneeze.
"Thanks, Link. Golly, what's that smell?" Tracy said, looking around.
"What smell, Trace?" he said questioningly
"That smell...it almost smells..." she never finished, fainting dead away in Link's surprised arms.
"Baby? Baby! What's wrong, Little Darlin'?" Link asked frantically, his stomach dropping to the vicinity of his ankles.
---------------------------------------------
Link paced agitatedly in the hospital waiting room while Edna and Wilbur Turnblad waited anxiously nearby. Link felt like crawling out of his own skin. He had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity and was thinking seriously of breaking into the examination room when Tracy's doctor approached her parents.
"The good news is, your daughter's going to be fine." The three of them let out a breath they had not realized they'd been holding.
"Is there any bad news, Doctor?" Wilbur asked.
"Well, Mr. Turnblad, we don't exsactly know what caused your daughters reaction. You say she just passed out on the street?"
"She said she smelled something funny before she fainted, Sir." Link said.
"Well, that could mean something respiratory, but we just don't know. Something caused the blood flow to her brain to be disrupted, that's why she lost consiousness. I'd like to run some more tests, then she can go home tommorow, depending on what they say."
"Thank you, Doctor. Can we see her now?" Edna asked.
"Of course." he said and told them what room she was in.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"I just don't unerstand it, Link" Tracy fretted, sitting up in bed when Link came in after her parents had left the room to give them some privacy. "I was fine one minute and then I smelled that wierd smell and everything just went black."
"What did it smell like?" Link asked her.
"Like..." she squinted, trying to find the right words. Link could help but notice how adorable she looked. "Like something burning." she finally decided.
"Burning?" Link asked.
"Yeah, burning. I couldn't tell what, though." Tracy said, more sure of her answer.
------------------------------------------------
Link went home when the nurses chased him out when visitors hours were over, thinking.
Burning's the key. Something to do with burning made Tracy sick. Link thought hard to himself. I think I'm gonna have to go down an check this out for myself.
---------------------------------------------------------
Link rose early the next morning, put on on one of Tracy's favorite blue suits of his, did his hair, and bolted out of the door. He wanted to see Tracy so badly. It almost felt like he was going through a withdraw. It felt like they hadn't talked in months.
To his dissapointment, Tracy would be in tests and wouldn't be released untill the afternoon.
"She said not to worry, that she'll be out in time for filming today." the nurse told him.
He decided to go back to where they'd been walking and see if he coulldn't smell anything again.
Link called Seaweed. He wanted another persons opinion about what had happened.
"Seaweed! It's Link" Link said after his best friend picked up.
"I just called Penny. She's hysterical, man. She said Tracy passed out yesterday for no reason." Seaweed said.
"She did. But I don't know if it's for no reason. Sh said she smelled something wierd before she fainted and I want to go see if I can't find what it is." Link said.
"Come pick me up. I want to come too." Seaweed said.
"Are you sure? I'm not sure what this stuff is and..."
"Listen, Cracker Boy, Tracy's my friend, too. I want to help her."
"Alright" Link said, secretly glad of the company. "I'll be over in a few." and he hung up the phone.
------------------------------------------------------
"Do you smell anything?" Link asked as they neared the corner that he and Tracy ahd been walking down a day earlier.
"No" Seaweed said.
Link looked around the spot, frusterted. There were cars, apartment buildings, shops and people walking. What around here would cause Tracy to faint?
Link's gaze settled on an alleyway. He walked toward it hoping to find something. He saw a few black marks along the egde of the alleyway, almost like burn marks.
"Like..." she quinted, trying to find the right words. "Like something burning." she finally decided.
"Let's go down here and see what we find." Link told Seaweed as he headed toward the alley.
"Why?" Seaweed questioned.
Link touched the burn marks and his fingers came back sooty. He looked back at Seaweed.
"Tracy said she smelled burning." Link said. "Now, what could be hot enough to burn brick?"
"I don't know. Let's head down here and find out." Seaweed offered as they began walking doun the alley.
The alley was dark, despite the day being mostly uncloudy. There were stray articles of trash strewn on the concrete across the wetness still running down from a rain shower a couple of days ago.
"Looks like a dead end." Seaweed.
"Wait-" Link held a finger up and pointed toward an open window above a doorway. There was clear distortion as waves of heat escaped though the ventilation. Link motioned Seaweed toward the door. They soundlessly pulled up two boxes to to the open window, stepped up on them, and looked inside.
"Shut that! It's already hotter than Hell in here!" yelled a gruff voice.
"Shut it yourself, Manny! I ain't your slave!"yelled another.
"Would you two quit arguing? This is the last batch. A girl passed out yesterday and I don't want anyone snooping around! The Corny Collins Summer Special is filming next week and I want to be ready by then!" A third voice ordered the first two. This one was high pitched, with a slight lisp.
Link's eyes got wider. They were talking about the show. and a batch of something and Link and Seaweed had a feeling that it wasn't peanut brittle.
"We need more nuts, boss. This ain't enough for the last batch." The second voice said.
"Nuts?" Link mouthed silently to Seaweed. Seaweed just shrugged. Link smacked his forehead silently. Seaweed gave him a questioning look.
"Tracy's allergic to peanuts." Link whispered. "That would explain why she fainted."
"I've seen her eat candy bars with peanuts in them." Seaweed questioned.
"They're synthetic. Taste just like the real thing, I ate one once. Why would they want to burn real ones?"
"Let's find out." Seaweed said, motioning toward the window.
"Very well. Go out and get some more."The high pitched 'Boss' told one of the men. "Oh, and bring those two boys in that have been listening at the window. We need to have a little talk."
---------------------------------------------------
WHOO!!! EXCITING!!!!
Anyway, there are pretty much no such thing as synthetic peanuts, but I got this whole story written with the peanut storyline and I really liked it and didn't want to change it. Voila'! Instant scientific breakthough!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading becuase I do so enjoy writing.
-Gold