And Then.....
Whhhoooo! I'M BACK! Home sweet home!
Which means....as there is no mean uncle to say otherwise....fanfiction blast!
It's getting late over here......but I'm going to do my best!
Did you know I was going to write this as a joke fiction....but this turned out to be my most serious, my longest, and most rated fiction?
Sniff....funny how these things work out....
Thank you all-all my reviewers, all my subscribers....my voters....
Well.....90% of you asked for a specific ending....
....but ONE of you asked for a surprise.....and ONE of you asked for the other ending! =)
So, let's go with the surprise, eh?
Quote:
"It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons."
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Alvin's eyes fluttered halfhazardly open, dazed and befuddled, scrunched up like that of a newborn.Dave Seville looked like a living wreck of a person. His eyes were wide, and quite red. His clothing was haggard, as he had dashed over before
Candle could complete his bandaging, his bandages now slightly askew.
Vinnie looked very much the same, as she dashed forwards to seize him in an embrace. Dave rushed forwards too, but shyly brought himself to
an abrupt halt.
Alvin looked at Dave.
Dave looked at Alvin.
Then, without any warning, with the hot tears now racing down his face, Alvin reached for Dave.
And, as Dave too, seized him, Alvin let out the smallest sigh.
Alvin had prided himself on being the chipmunk who cried the least, but the tears had finally come.
Alvin turned to slowly face Brittany.
"....um.....Brittney? I seem to remember you...."
Brittany blinked, turning red as Alvin continued to blankly stare at her.
And then she very lightly slapped Alvin across the face.
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Tug, tug.
It was late that evening. Allie was calmly seeping a cup of hot tea for Vinnie now that most of the drama was over.
Tug, tug.
Who was pulling on her scarf like that? Allie focused on pouring the steamy mixture into the wooden teacups without spilling, doing her best to
ignore whoever it was.
Tug, tug.
Alright, this was now getting extremely irratating. Allie sighed as she lowered her own teacup down and turned with a small, quizzical frown on
her face. "What?" she hissed.
Oh.....Candle. Allie sighed and was about to turn again when Candle seized her paw, a small smile on his face.
"You might want to see something," he said, his smile going wider as he pulled Allie into the living room. Allie fought to free herself the entire way.
"Mrrrmmth-Candle....dear.....tis a shame to interrupt me as of right now......I 'twas busy pouring tea for poor Vi-" Allie stopped dead.
"Oh," she said softly, stepping more into the room.
"Oh."
There, on the bed, lay Alvin, Simon, and Theodore, tucked very tightly in.
That alone, was rather sweet.
But on their left, knees on the floor, crouched David Seville, asleep on the bed, head on folded arms.
And, on their right, lay Vinnie, her head on one arm, her spectacles crooked.
Candle just smiled, while Allie gulped and reached inside her pocket for her handkerchief and gratefully blew on it as Candle stepped forward and
carefully removed Simon and Vinnie's glasses.
"If that isn't the sweetest sight to me old bones, then I don't know what is."
"Aye. We should be goin'. Don't wish to wake them up, now."
"No, no, you're right. Let's away with ourselves."
And, as the door quietly creaked shut, Vinnie's eyes slightly parted open, and a sad, troubled frown found its way to her features.
Dave deserved forgiveness.
That was true.
But, oh.....how she would miss them!
Vinnie bit her lip as her eyes stung.
No...she musn't feel this way. She must feel happy for them, being weak kneed at their slowly but steady recovery.....their ascension with their
REAL parent.....
A parent took care of their child. A true one, that was.
A parent sheltered and nourished, played with, and gently turned the child to find the ways of the world.
That was Dave. Not her.
Vinnie bit her lip and willed dreamless sleep to come upon her that lonely night.
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Dave reluctantly opened his eyes.
Wow. Did his back still hurt.
Wait-were the boys still-?
Whew. Yes, they were. Still safe and warm.
Dave smiled as he very lightly, very carefully laid a pam on each of the boys' faces.
He was going to miss them so much-!
But...of course, they were going to want to live with their mother now. She was their actual birth parent, someone who could give them a
mother's tenderness and sweet protection.
And....although he recieved their forgiveness-that had been too wonderful and more then he deserved, he had felt-they would never come home
with him now.
Dave swallowed, a lump in his throat.
Their home would feel so large and empty without Alvin tearing through it like a madman, Theodore raiding the icebox, Simon searching (and
bumping into everything) as he desperately searched for his glasses....that were on top of his head.
Yes.
So very, very empty.....
Four days of harsh winter storms went by.
Alvin disliked being inside. He and his brothers should be tearing about like maniacs outside-sledding, ice skating, snow boarding, having snowball
fights...
...not this. Their bodies were still quite weak, and, if they wanted to go ANYWHERE, it had to be inside, and either Briarroot or Dave insisted on
carrying them.
Theodore nervously glanced at the wooden cuckoo clock above their heads.
Dave was leaving this afternoon.....with or without the boys.
It would be time to tell him.
Dave stood up with a sigh, doing his best not to
"Well....I better be-"
"Wait, Dave!"
Dave turned, heart pounding.
Could it....
"Dave, we're not going home with you!" announced Simon with a smile.
"And, mom, we're not staying!"
"You see, we want to...."
Epilouge:
For Better or For Worse
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Joint Custody.
That seemed more then Vinnie could ever dream for.
As she kissed each chipmunk goodbye, as Dave carefully brought the car near the door and gently scooped each chipmunk up in a warm blanket
like a newborn child, as the animals waved goodbye-a lot of them, like Allie, holding hankies-as the seven of them got inside, Dave being very
careful this entire time-she couldn't help but tearfully smile.
This wasn't the ending.
This was a start.
Of something new and wonderful indeed.
The Chipettes were staying at Dave's home that night in the guest room, due to the fact Ms. Miller wanted to wrap Christmas presents in peace,
without the three standing wobbily on top of each other at the door to try and peek.
Simon incredulously turned to their bedside, blinking in astonishment.
It looked like half-or 73% of the gift shop had been emptied.
Sweets, apologies, wrapped boxes, well wishes, teddy bears-much to Theodore's delight-get well soon cards, balloons, floral arrangements, gift
cards, stuffed rabbits dressed up as doctors....
...much to Alvin's dissapointment, everyone was too worn out to open a single thing.
As Dave carefully tucked them in with a small peck, Theodore worriedly took Dave's hand.
"Um....Dave?"
Dave turned in surprise.
"Yes, Theodore?"
"Um.....can I ask you something? Something I was thinkin' about since we came inside and it began to get dark out."
"Sure. Go ahead."
".....why do stars sparkle?"
Simon cleared his throat.
"Well....." he said hoarsely. "The supernova out in space causes a certain fraction of light against the night sky, which-"
Dave just chuckled quietly, as Alvin curiously turned to face the window.
"They're on fire, Theodore," he said simply, tucking them all in a little tighter.
Alvin turned once again to the window.
"Oh." was all he said, as his eyes twinkled with firelight.
And as Dave slowly crossed to the door and closed the light, he saw Alvin carefully pull the photos of Dave and Vinnie a little closer, away from the
pile of gifts to their bedsides.
And so, reader, as this story comes to a close, I can only wish you the same peace Dave Micheal Seville felt when he wiped away a tear before
softly closing the door that night.
The Ever Loving End
Whew....I'm really tired. And I have so many fictions that need attention!
Farewell.....and thank you for everything!
