Hey everyone. I decided to post a small sequel to my last short story, "Squidward, the Lifesaver." I'm not sure if you could make much sense of this unless you read the first one, but if you want, you can start with this. Hope you enjoy! R & R if you get the time.

DISCLAIMER: All original characters belong to the Nickelodeon show, SpongeBob, and its creators.

PS- Don't worry! Squidward is/will be in this Fanfic. You don't see Squilliam without Squidward much ;)

Don't Go

Squilliam

Squilliam Fancyson III gave orders nonstop as he carried his sleeping two year old through their luxurious home. His wife, Squillia, held onto his arm. She smiled and shook her head because she knew there was no use in trying to calm him down. A house full of assistants, maids, butlers, and attendants trailed behind them as they took notes.

"Make sure everything is polished, see to it that my clarinet is working and waiting at the door tomorrow, see to it that the concert band is ready, and-"

Squillia had had enough. "Squilliam! Let them go so they can do their jobs. You've already been over this a hundred times!"

Betty, Squilla's bold nanny, held out her arms for Squilla. "And if you're going to yell anymore, let me take Squilla. It's a wonder she's slept through your yelling so far."

Squilliam narrowed his eyes and drew back. "Because she's a Fancyson. And it's my night to put her down. Why do you think I've been carrying her all this time?"

Betty grumbled and left to go to her bedroom. Probably preparing to watch over Squilla tonight. After all, tomorrow was a big day.

Squillia pleaded him with her eyes. "Squilliam."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, very well. Butler?"

The butler stepped forward. "Sir?"

"Don't let anyone bother me until it's time to get ready for the recital tomorrow. Let. Me. Sleep."

"Yes, sir."

Squilliam moved on down the list. "Security?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Keep the paparazzi away this time, for crying out loud!"

"Yes, sir."

"Attendants?"

"Sir?"

"See to it that the limo is perfect! I won't stand for shabby transportation!"

"Of course, sir!"

"And assistants, see to it that the band is ready to go-"

"Squilliam Fancyson!"

He hadn't noticed that Squilla had startled and was beginning to wake up. Her little face crumpled in anger. Squillia gently patted her back until she turned her head and gradually went back to sleep.

Squilliam gently cradled her head and glanced over his shoulder at his loyal staff, all silent as they waited for him to speak again.

He sighed and waved his hand. "Oh, fine. Everyone is dismissed. Be sure everything is ready by 3 pm sharp."

As everyone dispersed, Squilliam wrapped his arm around Squillia and started up the stairs that lead to their personal hallway.

Squillia's beautiful eyes shone as they walked. "Is it necessary to hound them so much, dear?"

Squilliam smirked. "Of course it is. I have to keep them on top of things somehow. Besides, a recital for King Neptune is nothing to dawdle on. Everything must be perfect."

Squillia kissed his cheek. "It will be. But first you need to rest."

She rubbed her daughter's tiny head and kissed her. "Goodnight, my little angel."

Squilliam ran his head through the tiny mass of soft light brown curls that was beginning to sprout from her head. Just like her mother.

Squillia pinched his cheek. "Don't be long."

He smiled confidently. "Be right there."

He continued to Squilla's nursery as Squillia went inside their bedroom and closed the door. He opened the door to the luxurious nursery, where Betty had everything ready for little Squilla. He turned down the light pink blanket inside her crib and gently laid her down.

Squilla's little face scrunched, objecting to the sudden change of position. Squilliam tucked the blanket around her and nestled her stuffed bear next to her. Squilla's expression gradually softened into a peaceful slumber. Squilliam bent to give her a kiss on the forehead.

"Alright, Betty. She's all yours."

He had to smirk when Betty rolled her eyes. "Thank you, sir."

"Oh, deal with it Betty. It's not like you're not making salary."….

…... Squilliam was peeled from his heavy slumber by the sound of a scream coming from the nursery. Squillia bolted upright as their daughter began to cry louder than usual. "What's wrong with Squilla?"

Squilliam threw a pillow over his head when he saw that it was 3:30 am. He was exhausted; he and Squillia had only kissed twice before he fell asleep, and he wanted to continue sleeping.

"Betty will see to it," he yawned.

Squillia didn't seem so sure. Finally, she eased back down and dozed off. It seemed only a second later when a knock sounded on their bedroom door. Squillia threw back the covers and opened it when she heard Squilla was still crying.

Squilliam could just make out Betty's words above their screaming daughter. "I'm sorry, mistress. I…just can't get her to calm down. She keeps calling for the Master."

Squillia tried cooing to their toddler to get her to calm down. When it only made it worse, she thanked Betty and closed the door. Little Squilla was pitiful.

"Da…da…. Dada!" was all she said between the screams.

Squillia turned around. "Squilliam?"

Squilliam drew in a deep breath, tossed back the covers, and tied his bathrobe together. He took his screaming daughter from Squillia and tried bouncing her as he sat down on the bed.

"Squilla! Squilla. Behave yourself," he scolded.

When her screams were reduced to quiet sobs, he got her to look at him. "What's the matter?"

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she fell forward against his chest and cried louder. Squillia rubbed the back of her head. "Well, something's bothering her. I don't understand. She's never acted like this before."

Squilliam unlatched her hold on him and sat her on his knees. "Squilla. Tell Dada what all this is about."

Her little eyes dropped like she was thinking about something. Unable to find the right words in her limited vocabulary, she reached for him with a desperate cry. "Dada!"

Squilliam shook his head at Squillia and attempted to give the toddler to her mother. As soon as Squilla realized he wasn't holding her, she screamed and reached out for him. Squilliam took her in his arms and gently swatted her on the leg.

"Squilla, stop, baby! I'm right here." As Squilla sniffled and dried her tears, he shared a confused glance with Squillia. "I don't understand."

Squillia rubbed her back to soothe her. "She must have had a bad dream."

Squilliam glanced down at his sobbing daughter. "Oh…"

It took a while for them to get Squilla to calm down enough to lie down in the bed between them. Finally, sometime after 4 am, she drifted into a fitful sleep. Squilliam had to keep a hand over her back until she was sleeping steadily enough for him to turn over and go back to sleep. In less than a minute, he was fast asleep….

….He woke up very late the next morning to find that he was the last one to get up. He checked the clock. 11:30 am. Almost time to get ready for King Neptune's recital. He retied his bathrobe and stumbled downstairs to find Squillia at the table with Betty, trying to get Squilla to eat some vegetable she didn't like.

Instead of giggling and pushing it away as she normally did, she turned her head to the side and cried. Squilliam sat down at the table and waited for the maid to bring him a plate.

"Well, are we in a better mood?"

Betty gave up feeding Squilla. "Not especially."

Squillia sighed and lifted the fussy two year old out of her high chair. She blinked at him twice and waved her hand.

"Dada!"

"Hey, sweetie," he cooed.

Betty put her hands on her hips. "That's as sweet as she's been all morning."

Squillia giggled. "I think she thought he left."

Squilla's little eye popped open in realization on the last word. She instantly began to repeat her behavior from the night before.

"Da….da….!"

Squilliam buried his face in his hands. "Maid! Get me two Ibuprofen, please."

When Squilla reached out to him, he took her and sat her on his knees. "Squilla, stop crying right this instant! Squilla LeeAnn Fancyson!"

She knew she was in trouble by the tone of his voice and at least reduced her cries to soft sniffles.

Squilliam grabbed her hands. "Now, that's better. Tell Dada what's wrong. I know you can say more words than Dada."

When she said nothing, he tried to help her out. "Do you not want me to leave?"

She instantly started crying again. Squilliam hugged her and shared an annoyed glance with Squillia. "I guess not."

Squillia took her and tried bouncing her up and down. "I wonder why this is such a problem for her. She's never acted like this!"

Betty, knowing she would be the one keeping her, interjected. "Maybe you ought not to go."

Squillia kissed their daughter when she cried even louder at the word "go."

"Maybe she's right, Squilliam. There could be a reason she's doing this."

Squilliam placed his hand on his heart. "Squillia. This isn't some typical recital. It is a recital for King Neptune. I can't just decide not to…" He took a glance at Squilla. "G-O."

He got frustrated when Squilla screamed even louder and handed her to Betty. "Never mind! I don't have time for this. Take her and keep her until we can deal with it."

As soon as Betty had taken Squilla out of the room, he felt a twinge of guilt. Squillia sensed it and decided not to say anything about his actions. Instead, she rubbed his shoulders as he ate.

"I'm worried," she said.

Squilliam took the last bite and pulled her into his lap. "Oh, honey, don't be. Everything is going to be fine. It's just her first nightmare, that's all."

Squillia smiled when he lifted her chin. "Did you call Squilvia to see if she and Squidward are going tonight?"

Squillia narrowed her eyes. "Of course they are. Everybody is. I'm riding with them so I don't have to go early. And you leave Squidward alone tonight, Squilliam Fancyson."

She swatted his shoulder when he just raised his eyebrow.

After a long few hours of making sure everything was perfect, he dressed in his best tuxedo and hurried down the stairs. Squillia was already in the lobby, looking beautiful in a modest rose pink dress. She was talking to Squidward and Squilvia, who she had invited for dinner. Squilvia looked right at home, but Squidward just looked so darn uncomfortable he had to laugh to himself.

"Hello, Squiddy!"

Squidward flinched and quickly narrowed his eyes. "Hey, Squilliam."

Squilliam put an arm around Squillia, who was shooting him daggers. "I would stay for dinner, but I've got to get to the palace early for King Neptune's recital. I can't wait to see you there."

Deciding he had rubbed it in enough, Squilliam turned to his wife. "Where's Squilla?"

She sighed tiredly and called up the stairs. "Betty?"

"Coming, Missus."

Squillia turned back to warn Squilvia and Squidward. "We think she had a nightmare about Squilliam leaving last night, and…it's been hard to get her to calm down."

Betty came down the stairs with Squilla in a little purple dress for the recital. As soon as she spotted Squilliam in his tuxedo, she began to wail.

Squilvia touched her hand to her cheek. "Ooohhh, poor little thing."

Squilliam took her in his arms and gave her a goodbye kiss. "Hey! She likes Squidward. Maybe he can distract her."

Squilliam might still have a rivalry with Squidward, but he would never forget how Squidward saved her life two years ago by telling them their old maid was slowly poisoning her.

Squidward didn't like the idea and put his hands up in front of him. "NO! N-n-n-no…. I-"

Squilla stopped crying when she heard his voice and turned to look at him with big, round eyes.

Squilliam smirked, having the time of his life. "Of course you can hold her, Squidward."

And before Squidward knew it, he was holding Squilla. The little toddler dried her tears and silently pointed to her father. Squidward must have seen his chance and bent his head to talk to her, speaking in a mocking tone.

"Oh, don't worry, Squilla. It's no big deal that Dada's leaving."

And of course, Squilla began to scream again. Squilliam snatched her away. "You nitwit!"

Squidward was the only one laughing. He stopped when Squilvia crossed her arms. "Squidward, that's not funny."

"Psh… Oh, come on…." Squidward tried taking one of Squilla's hands, but she pulled away and continued crying on Squilliam's shoulder.

Squilliam narrowed his eyes at Squillia. "Well, it looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way. Cover your ears."

Squillia gave him a quick kiss. "Be careful, sweetheart."

"I'll see you later tonight, dear." Squilliam kissed her back and pried Squilla off. He handed the screaming toddler to her mother and took a few steps back.

"Dada, noooo!" Squilla wailed.

Squilliam waved at her, instantly feeling guilty. "I'll see you tonight, baby."

He tossed Squidward a tissue for Squilla over his shoulder and got in the back of his sparkling limo. His driver got into the driver's seat, speaking in a calm voice. "To the palace, sir?"

"Straight there."

Squilliam opened his clarinet case and began tinkering with it. Adjusting it, checking the reed, warming up… It seemed like they had been driving at least an hour when he heard a crash.

He felt the wind being knocked out of him when the whole car was jarred violently. It was as if it had literally been shoved back while going at full speed. Squilliam's clarinet was snatched from his hands as the world spun around him.

The last thing he heard before his world went black was the sound of glass breaking. The last thing he saw was the rail of the bridge they had been crossing rushing at him on his side of the car. The last thing he felt was the violent jarring of his head when it hit something. And then everything went black….

…..The sound of voices came from somewhere far away; they hurt his ears, his head. Everything. He pried his eyes open, trying to see where they were coming from. Blinking hurt, and all he could see were blurs. He slowly turned his head to the other side, and noticed that his back hurt. Shooting pains seemed to rush up and down his lower spine. He tested his voice with a small grunt and turned back to the voices.

He vision cleared when he sainted. The voices were those of policemen and a team from the ambulance. A young police officer was inside the ruined limo with him, trying to speak. Squilliam tried to make sense of the words. Why was the idiot speaking in broken sentences?

"…move you, sir…..car won't hold long…..can you move…..feel any pain…"

Squilliam didn't say anything; he was still trying to read the man's lips to understand what he couldn't hear. Another voice came from further away.

"Get….him….out….now…..car…..falling."

The man panicked and unbuckled his seatbelt. One flinch caused Squilliam a world of pain. "Don't touch me!"

He couldn't hear his own words yet, but he forced them out. The young police man hesitated. There was a deafening screeching noise. Squilliam was thrust backward as the world around him moved. The police officer shook his head and grabbed him by the arms.

"Sorry, sir….."

Squilliam groaned when he dragged him halfway across the seat. He cried out in pain when he dragged him the rest of the way. He found himself lying on the ground when he heard a terrible scraping noise, and a huge crash.

The world seemed to lose sound when Squilliam slowly turned his head to the side. All he could hear was his own breathing amidst all the feet running around. There was a gaping hole in the bridge where his limo had probably been.

Eventually, an older ambulance guy got into his line of vision. He could hear every word, but they still seemed far away. Like echoes. "Sir, we're going to lift you onto a stretcher. Lie as still as possible. We're going to take good care of you…."

Squilliam screamed when he felt himself being lifted off the ground. His head hurt, but the worst pain was traveling across his lower back. It was like someone had taken a knife to it.

Squilliam felt himself crying by the time they got him on the stretcher. He wasn't sure if he unite said it, but all he could think of was his daughter begging him not to go.

Oh, Squilla…. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Ooh…. Cliffhanger. Poor Squilliam. I will try to update soon. I thought it would be long if I attached Squidward's half of the story. Please R & R. I would like to know what you think so far.