Merry Christmas, everyone! Consider this a present to all of you from me! Thanks for being such smurfy readers!

Anyway, so if any of you were guessing Thoughtful/Handy, sorry, you were wrong. If you weren't... I guess I didn't make it convincing enough! ;) This chapter will be a huge clue.

Spring-Heel- Jacq- Actually, I found out about Gourdy for the first time right before you left that review! I'm planning to have all the canon characters in the Thoughtful series at one point or another, but for this one, I think the best I can do is a cameo. I'll see about it, though. No, those characters won't be in here yet either. Neither will Scruple. Nope, like I said before, the one who was scratched off the list was Handy. Good guess, though.

EmmiBrooke- Well, you don't have to guess the pairing. It shall all be revealed! Guessing is optional. For these stories, the only OCs I'll be using are my own. Thank you for reading and reviewing! Here's your next chapter!

smanthatm- Depends on who you mean. Sure, they all like her, but only one of them LIKE likes her! ;)

Chloe- Hehheh. Too true! Aww, the date sounds smurfy! And blue eyes in the bush? Creepy! And, just between you and me *looks around* Handy and Marina WILL be reunited in this story!

Callister the Great- Yup! Brainy cares! 'How much' is the question! :) Here's your update!

Bibi entre as Bis- You can guess, but I'm not telling! You'll find out soon enough!

LuluCalliope- Like I said before, You made my week reviewing every single chapter! I told Spring-Heel Jacq before that I don't have Nanny in here because I don't know much about her. My timing with characters may be a little off. I beg to differ. Tracker got amnesia in his debut episode, "A Mere Truffle". Here's another update for you! :) And since I don't like to see fans sad... *Snaps her fingers*

Scruple: *appears* Hey! Where am I?!

Not here for long. *Snaps them again*

Scruple: Wait~ *Gets sent to LuluCalliope*

Have fun with him!

Thanks again to all! I only own Thoughtful. Everything else belongs to Peyo.

Enjoy!


"Come ON, Thoughtful!" Urged Snappy, darting ahead of the Smurfette, then running back.

It was 4 days after the incident with Gargamel .The second that dinner had finished, the Smurflings dragged her outside and towards the Southern end of the village, obviously excited about something. "Where are we going?" She asked.

"Pappy's house," Sassette answered, skipping and twirling in front of Thoughtful. "Every week he reads us a story in his mushroom!"

"I hope this one's about Don Smurfo!" Snappy exclaimed excitedly, pretending to parry with an invisible sword.

Thoughtful's ears perked up at the name, and something tickled in the back of her mind. But, try as she might, it kept slipping out of her mental grasp. She was tempted to ask who he was, but was sure she'd find out soon enough.

Thoughtful glanced over her shoulder where Slouchy was walking at his own pace, hands in his pockets. "Are you alright back there, Slouchy?" She worried about him. He didn't seem to have the same energy as the other Smurflings did.

"Fine," was his response. Thoughtful stopped and waited until he caught up, though.

The five of them reached Papa's mushroom and went in. The floor was already crowded with chatting Smurfs, all waiting excitedly for Papa to begin.

The Smurflings rushed off to find good spots, but Thoughtful sat down on a windowsill. There wasn't a lot of room left and other Smurfs could sit down closer if she was up there.

The Smurfs hushed as Papa returned from one of the other rooms with a thick book under his arm. She heard excited whispers around the room. Apparently, this was a well-known story.

The elder sat down in his rocker and began to read. "The Adventures of Don Smurfo. Once upon a smurf…"

As Papa read on, Thoughtful felt more and more that she knew this Don Smurfo. A image of him was in her mind before Papa turned the book to show the Smurfs the pictures. She knew that he talked in a different way than Papa was reading. To have all this in her head before it came out of Papa's mouth was a somewhat disturbing experience.

When the bearded Smurf finally snapped the book shut and the Smurfs filed out, talking dreamily about the Italian Smurf, Thoughtful hopped off the window and went over to Papa. "May I see the pictures again?"

He chuckled, handing over the navy blue book. "Of course, Thoughtful. Are you, by any smurf, smitten with him?"

Her head shot over to him, eyes wide with embarrassment. "No! It's just that…" she turned her gaze back to the pages, eyes flitting over his form, "I think I know him."

Papa's jaw grew slack and it dropped open in shock. "What?! You KNOW Don Smurfo?!"

In response, Thoughtful shrugged. "I think so. I met him once. Or twice."

"I'd have to smurf it to believe it, Thoughtful," Papa said firmly. "I can smurf him out of his book, if you smurf."

Her heart leaped. "Oh! Yes, please, Papa Smurf!"

He instructed her to make herself comfortable and stay quiet while he prepared the potion. That wasn't really a problem. She just sat on the windowsill again and thought about the Italian Smurf. How the smurf did she know him anyway? He was a fictional character, was he not? What made her so sure she'd met him before?

The slamming of the door jolted her out of her pondering. Brainy and Tracker walked in, glancing around. "Salutations, Papa Smurf," Brainy started instantly after sighting his guardian. "I happened to see you working diligently on something and graciously stopped by to ask if there was anything I could do to smurf because I, Brainy Smurf, have been trained by only the best and~"

"Smurf up, Brainy," Papa growled to his apprentice. "Thoughtful thinks she knows Don Smurfo, so I'm making the formula to bring him out. Now kindly be quiet or leave so I can finish."

"Yes, Papa Smurf," Brainy sat down dejectedly in a wooden chair.

Papa turned his glare to Tracker. "And why are YOU here?"

The woodsmurf's smile turned sheepish. "I was wondering why Thoughtful was here. I came to see if she was feeling smurfy."

"Just fine, thank you Tracker," the feathered Smurfette piped up from her place on the windowsill.

Despite his annoyance at being interrupted, Papa gave a little half-grin. "You may stay if you want to, Tracker."

"I think I will." He stalked away, leaning one hand on a table near where Thoughtful was sitting. "Carry on, Papa Smurf."

Soon, the red-clad Smurf was holding a bottle of purple potion in one hand and the book in the other. "Ready, my little Smurfs?" Brainy and Tracker looked at Thoughtful, who nodded in response. "Here goes smurfthing."

He poured the potion on the pages of the book and a bright glow filled the mushroom. In a flash, the light was gone and in its place stood a purple-clad Smurf with a large hat and a cape.

He lifted his face, revealing a purple mask and a black mustache. Thoughtful found this a bit strange because of the fact that none of the Smurfs had facial hair, save for Papa.

The second his gaze landed on her, his face lit up like fireflies. " Hasta Smurfoli! It's Smurfirina 42!" He rushed over to her and planted a kiss on her hand. Thoughtful blushed out of embarrassment and she could see Tracker and Brainy tense out of the corner of her eye. At the display of obvious familiarity, Papa's jaw had dropped to the floor once again.

"Um, hello, Don Smurfo. Smurfy to meet you again." The raven-haired Smurfette greeted, politely bringing her hand back into her own personal space. She clasped it behind her, just to be safe.

"How did you smurf here?" He asked, gesturing with his arms to the mushroom. "Why aren't you at your own village?"

Her eyes grew sad. "I don't know. The last thing I can remember is a twister."

"And why the smurf did you just call her 42?" Demanded Brainy, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling at the swashbuckling Smurf.

He looked confused. "That's her name, is it not?"

"Uh, her name's Thoughtful." Tracker put in.

Don Smurfo turned back to the female. "But you're names were all numbers…"

By this time, Papa had regained control of his mouth. "What do you know about Thoughtful, Don Smurfo?"

He told the four astonished Smurfs that there used to be a village of Smurfettes near where he had his adventures. There were 100 of them, much like here, but instead of names they all had numbers. Thoughtful had been number 42. They lived in complete secrecy and they never once had invited him to their village, and he never asked. "They were quite captivated by me," the purple-clad Smurf said proudly, twisting his mustache between his pointer finger and thumb. "Since I was the only Smurf in a land full of Smurfirinas." Thoughtful blushed deeply at this comment.

"What were the others like?" She asked quietly.

"Unfortunately, most of the numbers and faces escape me." Don Smurfo admitted sadly. "I remembered you because I smurfed you sitting in the forest every smurf and then. You were always thinking." He chuckled. "Thoughtful was a most fitting name, my Smurfirina."

"Was I good friends with you, Don Smurfo?" Thoughtful asked curiously.

"Of course. I don't give feathers from my eagle to just anyone."

Thoughtful's hand shot up to where her golden feather was stuck in her hat. "You mean… this was from your eagle?"

"Yes. You asked for it. Don't you remember?"

She stared at her clasped hands. "There's not much I can remember."

"It was the first time we met in the woods," he started. "I was flying in on my golden eagle, breath lost because of a recent fight with an ogre. "

As Don Smurfo spoke these words, Thoughtful could see what was happening in her mind. Through the trees swooped in a majestic bird with a Smurf on its back. The memories were returning.

"I landed near you and asked if I could stay to rest." Thoughtful saw it clearly in her mind. She could even feel confusion. "You invited me to sit on a rock with you. You said that my eagle was the most bello bird you had ever smurfed." He puffed up his chest a bit as he spoke, obviously proud of his eagle. "We got to talking about him and, when I was rested and ready to go, you asked if you could touch him. I said I could do better than that and gave you a feather from his right shoulder."

Thoughtful, frankly, was astounded that Don Smurfo could even remember this. "So I put it where I would never lose it." She reached up to the feather again.

"Si, Smurfirina." His smile turned mischievous. "You also said that I was enchanting." Thoughtful pressed her lips together and looked away uncomfortably.

Not wanting the conversation to get awkward, Papa interrupted, " Can you smurf us anything else about Thoughtful's past, Don Smurfo?"

The Italian Smurf sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately no. It has been a long time since I visited and my memory is… slightly dusty, as you say."

Papa stood and walked back to his table. "Then I suppose your deed is smurfed. I'll send you back as soon as I've smurfed the counter spell."

When Papa was finished, he sprinkled some of the solution onto Don Smurfo. "Farewell, my friends! Until next time!"

And he vanished back into his book.

There was silence in the mushroom, then Brainy said, "Well, THAT was overdramatic."

When Thoughtful returned home, the sky was a deep blue, the only color in the sky being on the horizon, where the sun hadn't fully set yet. She went up to her room and sat down on her bed, but didn't feel particularly sleepy, especially with her head spinning from the information Don Smurfo had brought.

Without even thinking about it, Thoughtful climbed out of her window and sat on the curve of her mushroom roof. The sky was gorgeous right now and she wished Painter was up to make a picture of this for her.

How far away was my village? She wondered, mind wandering back to her biggest problem. Why didn't we invite Don Smurfo over if we knew him well? Were we so secluded that we had no enemies, or did we have constant run-ins with a common enemy, like Gargamel?

"Thinking again?" Thoughtful sat up and glanced down to see Tracker on the ground, beaming up at her.

She smiled back. "One could say. Would you like to come up?"

"Don't mind if I smurf." He backed up and took a running leap onto a water barrel by her wall, springing onto the roof next.

"Smurfy moves, Tracker," The feathered Smurfette laughed.

"I try," he replied, lying down next to her, hands behind his head. "That was pretty smurfy, you knowing Don Smurfo."

She nodded. "I don't understand it, though. He's supposed to be a storybook character, is he not?"

"I don't undersmurf it either," Tracker admitted. The two watched the sky for a while in silence, then Tracker propped himself up on one elbow, looking mischievously at Thoughtful. "But the first day we met, you'd said you'd never seen a boy Smurf before. Were you lying?"

She could tell from his tone that he was kidding, but she felt her cheeks heat up nonetheless. She seemed to be blushing a lot lately. "I-I didn't remember him then!" She defended.

Tracker have her arm a soft bump. "I was just smurfing around, Thoughtful. Don't worry."

They laughed quietly, then turned their gaze back to the stars once more. Tracker broke the silence again, "Ever camped out?"

"No."

"Do you want to try?"

She glanced at him. "Don't we need to smurf up a tent and things?"

"Rubbish," he laughed. "It can be as simple as sleeping on a roof with a blanket over top of you and the stars over your smurf."

"Sounds smurfy!" She exclaimed with more emotion than Tracker had heard ever since Don Smurfo came out of his book. "I have some blankets on the smurf in my closet. I'll go get them."

The woodsmurf suddenly felt like being suave. He stood and tipped his hat regally. "Oh, permit me," he slipped through the window, returning with 2 thick blankets in his arms.

It felt comforting to Thoughtful, the cool night air biting her face, yet everything from the shoulders down encased in warmth from the blanket on top of her body. Slowly her eyes began to droop until they finally closed. Tracker watched her for a moment, a tiny smile gracing his lips, then his eyes shut too.

What he failed to notice, though, was a Smurf-sized shadow under the shadow of the mushroom cap. His entire body was tensed to the point of snapping. The face was obscured , but, as he turned to stalk angrily away, the moonlight glinted off glass lenses.


Yeah, sorry if Don Smurfo's accent wasn't very good. Bello means beautiful, by the way.