Alvin and the Chipmunks

The Threequel

~Alvin and the Chipmunks 3~
Livin' Life on the Wild Side

Summary:

Two years have come and gone since their last encounter with the devil himself, Ian Hawke, and things have never been better for the six pocket-sized rockstars.

They were only days away from their flight to the always perfect, always cleanly Beverly Hills for the next huge hit tour, and are just leaping out their skins after they overheard Dave arranging for them to leave without a parent or guardian. He reminded them that they were old enough to travel alone.

But when the groups come across a disaster which has their old enemy easily fitting the picture, their flight takes an abrupt crash-landing, leaving the six stranded in the middle of a woodland forest, absolutely crawling with wild chipmunks!

Join the Chipmunks and the Chipettes in their journey back to civilization, with jagged edges they need to smooth over among brothers, sisters, friends...lovers, perhaps?

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Alvin and the Chipmunks 3
Livin' Life on the Wild Side

Chapter 34

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PREVIOUSLY~

Alvin gasped.

Theodore turned to him, worried. "What's wrong, Alvin?"

Jeanette knew what Alvin was looking at. She knew what was wrong. "Oh, my god…"

Brittany tiredly propped her elbows up. "What…what's going on…?" She demanded, sniffling.

Simon reached out and gently pulled the biggest baby chipmunk into his arms, giving a full view of the problem. The runt (The one that looks like Brittany) had the umbilical cord wrapped multiple times around her neck, and it was pushing hard into her jugular.

She wasn't crying…
She wasn't moving…
The baby wasn't even breathing…

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Immediately, without another thought, Alvin scooped his tiny dying baby into his arms and slowly slipped his fingers underneath the umbilical cord around her neck.

Simon and Brittany looked panicked.
"Alvin!" Simon exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Alvin…?" Brittany was struggling to see what was going on.

But Alvin did not respond. Instead, he began to unravel the cord as gently as he could. It fell to the ground, rolled in blood and dust. His heart was pounding hard against his chest. Please…breathe…breathe! The tiny baby's mouth was opening and closing, but no oxygen was making it into his lungs. Alvin continued to search frantically for some way to help his dying child. Brittany, whose eyes were stained with tears, was about to burst again.

Alvin placed his fingertips gently against the baby's throat, feeling for a pulse. It was extremely faint, but the poor thing was fighting with all its might to breathe. The red-clad chipmunk was beginning to panic, as he gave the baby a gentle shake. Tears stang his eyes. "Please! You can do it, buddy. You can do it…"

"Alvin…" Simon began softly, reaching for his Alvin's shoulder.

"No!" Alvin glanced over at his brother, glaring at him. "He'll be fine, he will."
Brittany's cold lips began to tremble, as her counterpart tried frantically to revive their son. Alvin gently held open the baby's mouth between his index finger and thumb and leaned toward him, trying to blow air into his lungs. The baby's lips were ice cold. The red-clad chipmunk rocked him in his arms as he did, blowing oxygen into him.

C'mon, buddy, he whispered to his son, tears streaming down his face. You're a Seville, you're a fighter… You can do it. Please…

Everybody leaned toward the two, their fingers crossed mentally; hoping that whatever Alvin was beginning to try was going to be the turning point to this dying baby.

But then something amazing happened. With the fifth blow into his lungs, the baby jolted, his tiny, damp tail coiling around his leg, and he began to wheeze. Alvin looked up at his son, searching for colour in his dark eyes. His heart was pounding like a hammer against cloth, as he searched for the baby's pulse. It has quickened and it was lively. His son began to softly cry, and Alvin held him close to his heart, as tears of joy started to stream down his face.

"He's alive!" Alvin was half-laughing, half-crying. "He's alive!"
Brittany yelped in delight, holding her paws to her lips and tears running down her face. "Oh, my god, Alvin!"

Everybody burst into applause as Alvin pressed his lips against his son's forehead, before pulling him into a gentle embrace. Simon and Jeanette were speechless, but were grinning with excitement. Simon felt very proud of his elder brother; he saved a lot of lives today. Theodore was clapping his hardest, and Eleanor held her sister tight, smiling widely. Dave and Claire had tears in their eyes. Sergeant Marvell stared intently for a moment, before bursting into applause.

Vinny smiled weakly over at her son, still kneeled over next to her mate.

Declan and Gabriela just stood there.

Alvin looked up at Brittany, who was being handed their firstborn. She was gazing lovingly at him as she snuggled their daughter. Holding his son protectively against him, the red clad chipmunk made his way towards his counterpart and kneeled beside her.
Brittany's baby blue eyes gazed deeply into his as she whispered, "I love you." Alvin didn't have enough time to react because she had used her free paw to hook around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

A few wolf-whistles were heard as the couple pulled away. Brittany stroked the back of Alvin's neck, smiling up at him. She was a mess, blood and afterbirth both covered and surrounded her. Her ponytail was a tangled mess and sweat drenched her forehead, but Alvin thought that she was the most beautiful chipette nonetheless. He leaned in a kissed her again, before pulling away for her to look to their little survivor.

Brittany laid her head back against the boulder, propping her daughter up onto her torso as she gazed over at her son. He was so tiny in Alvin's arms, and so red. The red-clad chipmunk used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe the remaining blood from his son's damp nose. The baby sneezed and wrinkled his nose.

Brittany giggled, breathing heavily.
Alvin reached over and stroked his counterpart's forehead.

Theodore leaned over and gently touched the firstborn's nose, "this one looks a lot like Alvin, with her dark fur." Brittany propped the baby up on her hip, smiling up at Theodore. Alvin looked over at their daughter; her eyes were a beautiful shade of baby blue-just like Brittany.

"Well she's got Brittany's eyes," Alvin smiled.
Brittany stroked her daughter's soft, burgundy fur and smiled back at her counterpart. She nuzzled his soft cheek. More tears stung her eyes, as she gazed upon her new family.

Jeanette and Eleanor were grinning from ear to ear, as they leant against their counterparts.
"Naaaww…" Eleanor crooned happily.
"They're so beautiful…" Jeanette added, giving Simon's right arm a bear-hug.

Simon's eyes were wide. "Whoa, hey," he turned toward her, disturbed. "Don't get any ideas…"
Jeanette giggled under her breath.

The whole group laughed, as Brittany and Alvin turned to each other.
"So," Alvin began, caressing his counterpart's paw with his free paw. "Got any ideas for names?"

Dave gripped Claire's hand. "Wait. We're naming them?"

Claire nudged him, chuckling.

Brittany smiled, ignoring what Dave just said. But then her face grew serious, "I mean, Alvin?"
"Yeah?" Alvin replied, stroking her paw.
The pink-clad chipette bit her lip, "I um… I really don't want it to be like what naturally happens."
Alvin looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"I think she means by the parents only taking care of their offspring for a week." Jeanette piped up.
"And then the parents leave them behind." Eleanor added. "It's rather sad, really."

Brittany glanced over at her sisters and then back at Alvin, nodding her head.
"It is," Alvin agreed. He gave his counterpart's paw a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't think of leaving them, Britt, and I can promise that."

Brittany smiled sweetly up at him.

"Excuse me," Vinny managed, her paw wrapped tightly around her mate's wrist. "I'm sorry, I'd hate to interrupt this lovely banter, but… my husband isn't waking up."

Simon and Jeanette were the first to stand beside Vinny.
Simon kneeled down and pressed down his forefingers on his father's neck, feeling for a pulse. It was a slow one, but he was breathing at least. "He's still alive," the bespectacled chipmunk said. "But what really confuses me is that he's still unconscious."

"Can't we check him in the car?" Dave asked, getting restless. He really didn't want to be here anymore. It felt like a crime scene. Rows of police vehicles were exiting the sight, causing puffs of dust to form behind them. The clearing was pretty much close to empty.

"We should," Sergeant Marvell said, as he stood up. "The police are shutting the premises down for investigation. We won't be able to find an exit route by that time."
Eleanor looked up at him, "but you're the Captain, aren't you?" She asked. "You can delay them if you wanted to."

"No, I just work behind a desk." Sergeant Marvell replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh," Theodore muttered.

Alvin, who was also staring up at Sergeant Marvell, turned to his counterpart. "Are you alright to walk?" He asked her gently, squeezing her paw.
Brittany chuckled at him, "Alvin, I'm a mother, not a handicap."

Dave began to stand, "alright!" He clapped his hands together, "let's get going, shall we?"
Sergeant Marvell turned to Dave, "where's your car?"

"Oh, it's near a set of portable houses." Claire replied, grabbing Dave's hand. "Why?"
Sergeant Marvell wrapped his fingers around his belt like a jolly fat man, "because my Beetle won't be big enough for all of us."

"Wait," Vinny intervened, as Alvin was about to scoop Brittany and their daughter into his arms (their son was passed to Eleanor). The dominant chipmunk stood up, her unconscious mate at her feet. "I can't go with you. I have the tribe to lead and look after, and we still have to rebuild our community after those great metal beasts destroyed it."

"But mother," Simon began to approach her. "Soron is dying and the medical equipment here won't be of any use to heal him. The city does."

Vinny fell quiet after that, as she gazed solemnly down at her dying mate. After a few moments, she looked back up, staring straight at her eldest son. "Alvin, my dear," she stepped towards the red-clad chipmunk. "As the eldest, you are the next heir of leadership to this tribe if your father does not make it. I cannot pass this down to anybody else."

Alvin stepped back a little. He looked down at his counterpart, who was looking at him, and then turned back to Vinny. "I can't, mom. I'm sorry." He said. He felt like his tongue was stuck in his throat. "I have Simon and Theodore to look after, and now I have Brittany and my children to look after as well. And leading a whole tribe…" He let his arms fall to his sides, "…I'm just not cut out for that just yet, and neither is Brittany. I'm sorry."

Vinny hung her head, silent.

"Mom…" Alvin stepped forward, pulling his mother into a hug. "I'm sure there are many other chipmunks in your tribe who would be ready for the job… just not me." He pulled away from her slowly, "and I won't allow Simon or Theodore to take that role either."

Vinny nodded her head slowly, "I understand…" She said quietly.

"Oh, good." Alvin grinned. .
Simon elbowed his brother in the ribs as he passed. He placed a paw on his mother's shoulder, "come with us, mom." He spoke to her gently. "Soron won't get well if you stay. But if you come, he will, and if you decide you want to go back to the forest then we will take you there. We promise."

Vinny looked up at the bespectacled chipmunk. Her eyes were glazed with tears, "but who will lead while we're gone…?" Her voice was shaky and weak as she spoke.

"I'll do it," Declan stepped up without even thinking, and now he was biting down, hard, on his tongue. Everybody turned towards him as he staggered to find the words to say. "Um… I mean, I can, if you want."

Gabriela, who was beside him, stared at him intently as he choked on.

"I have nothing left, Vinny…" Declan managed. "Now that Fawn's gone and everything… I can take care of things while you're gone…?" Vinny looked at him, sceptical, so Declan continued to push on. "Soron needs this treatment, Vinny… I doubt you'd want a great leader, or mate, like him dying…slipping away from you when you would least expect them to…"

Vinny pursed her lips, as everybody turned back to her. "You make a persuasive case, Declan." She began, looking up at him. "…But how can I trust you with this?"
"Vinny," Declan began to reply. "Like I said, I have nothing else left, just me. The least I can do is make sure nobody else gets hurt…that I can promise."

"Hey, I was a puppet for three years." Gabriela piped up, frowning over at Declan. "Carlos pulled the strings. All he wanted from me and from you guys was the opportunity to control this whole tribe."
Declan turned towards her, "then why didn't you leave him?" He snapped back.

"Because I loved him." Gabriela's voice sounded weaker then. "…I thought he loved me. But I was wrong."
"What has this got to do with this subject, Gabriela?" Vinny asked firmly.

Gabriela then turned to Vinny, "because I can help you guys." She replied pleadingly. "I can help lead the tribe. I can look after them-"

"Oh no you won't!" Suddenly Brittany was scrambling to her feet and up in Gabriela's face. She had her daughter propped up on her hip. Dry blood stained the fur on her legs and face. "You tried to have me lost in the woods. I thought I could trust you, but you're nothing but a big fat liar!" Gabriela stumbled back as Alvin gently pulled his enraged counterpart away, but for a little chipette she was strong, and she was fighting to get to Gabriela. Alvin grabbed Brittany round her middle.

Eleanor sandwiched herself between the two, gently pushing her sister back. "Alright, alright! Knock it off!" She shouted. Brittany stopped struggling and was glaring over at Gabriela. "We're not gonna be able to arrange this and get out of here in time if you two are constantly at each other's throats. So just, chill, okay?" "

"Ellie's right," Simon said, as Eleanor made her way back to Theodore's side. "We don't have much time, so mom…" the bespectacled chipmunk then turned to his mother. "Have you reached a verdict?"

Everybody turned back to Vinny, who was deep in thought. After a few moments her eyes moved down to gaze at her still unconscious mate. If they stay then Soron wouldn't stand a chance, but to enter a world they never seen before could also do damage. But at least Soron was getting proper treatment, right? The dominant chipmunk then looked up, eventually letting out a sigh.

She turned toward Declan, "Declan?"
Declan turned to her, "yes, Vinny?"

"I'm willing to make a compromise," the dominant chipmunk said, stepping toward him. Declan lifted his head slightly, willing her to continue. "I will offer leadership to you while Soron and I are gone, if you are willing to teach this young lady…" She gestured to Gabriela, and Brittany's eyes grew darker. "If you are willing to teach this young lady some manners…"

Gabriela turned to Declan.

Declan nodded once, "yes, sure, Vinny." He replied, "I'll do my best."

"Good." Vinny's voice was weak again as she turned to Dave, "Now, where's your car?"

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