Tower of Memories
A/N: I don't' know why I keep posting these things but anyways we all know the drill. I do not own Wakko, Yakko, Dot, Scratchy…or anyone else who will probably show up in this. They belong to Warner Brothers. Any who let's get this show on the road.
"It's hard to believe it's just like it was before" Dot looked around tears forming in her eyes.
Wakko nodded as he continued to walk around the newly built tower, "Yeah, but it's still missing something…"
Dot looked down sadly knowing exactly what her brother meant, "Yeah, our wisecracking brother."
Before the two could even say anything else they felt their grief slowly return. Dot was the first to start crying and instantly latched onto Wakko for support. That left the now oldest Warner in a jam since he wanted to cry as much as Dot, but felt as being the oldest he should just manage to suppress it all. Wiping Dot's tears away he tried to lighten the mood by recalling some of the better times, like the one night the three of them had ended up watching every movie that the studio had created. Or the spoof they had done with painting the Sistine Chapel Ceiling, and how they were "innocent" children. Apparently it had worked since Dot was now on the floor laughing to her hearts content. Letting out a small smile Wakko heard the phone ringing and went to go answer it.
"Hello?" He asked.
A familiar voice responded on the other end, "Hi, I would like a cheese pizza, extra zaniness, and send the craziest delivery people you have."
"Claire!" Wakko grinned happily.
"Hey Wakko, heard that you and Dot were finally able to return home. How's it feel?" Claire asked on the other end.
Wakko tried to find the right words, "Nostalgic, but still kinda depressing. It's like we're just waiting for him to randomly come out of a closet or something and yell 'Surprise' or something"
"I know, believe me I know." Claire sounded as sad as he did, "But I do have some good news. I will be able to return for the trial."
"That's great to hear!" Wakko finally smiled faintly, "Let me put you on speaker and you can tell Dot too."
"Tell me what?" Dot asked sitting up.
Wakko smiled and put Claire on the speaker phone, "Go head."
"Well Ms. Princess Angelina Contessa Lousisa Franchesca Banana Bo Besca the Third, guess who's coming home for the trial!"
"That's great to hear!" Dot smiled, "How soon will you be here?"
"Hopefully within the next few days. I can't wait to see you guys again!" Claire sounded happier the more she talked to them.
Wakko and Dot sat contently on the phone with her as they listened to her tales of treatment, and how she had almost driven the entire center absolutely nuts. It wasn't until three hours later that the girl had to retire and get some rest for the next round of treatments that would be coming. Though the two Warners were reluctant to hang up, they understood that their friend needed their rest. Hanging up the receiver Wakko smiled as Dot yawned, it was well past their usual bedtime. Picking her up he took her to their old room and tucked her in, he still had a few things he wanted to take care of first. Hearing Dot peacefully snoring Wakko went out into the dining room and pulled out his old smoke damaged journal.
"It's been awhile since I've even looked through this" Wakko smiled bitterly and began to read through the damaged pages.
"Hey Wak! Wak!" the familiar voice of Yakko called.
"Y-Yakko?" Wakko shot up and looked around, "Where are you?"
"Boo!" Yakko poked his younger brother in the sides and laughed as the younger one scowled.
"Just like old times" Wakko grinned softly, "It feels odd not having you around"
"I know, trust me I'd do anything to be there with you. So the trial's coming up soon huh?" Yakko turned around looking serious, "Look whatever happens; promise me you won't let it get to you."
"I promise" Wakko responded looking serious, "I'm doing it for you, and for Dot. She won't admit it but she's still struggling with the grief every now and then. It's not easy being the oldest I finally realize that now."
"You get used to it" Yakko smiled, "Besides you don't have it as hard as I did. I took care of YOU and Dot, now that's a challenge"
"Gee thanks!" Wakko shot back pretending to be hurt.
"Anyways, you should probably wake up Wakko. Doubt the kitchen table is really a good pillow." Yakko patted his back and faded out.
Wakko shot up and realized that he had fallen asleep on top of his journal and looked at the last entry in it. It was from the night of the fire, the same night that Scratchy had lost everything because of him and Dot. The man never complained once though and really had tried to be like a father figure to the younger Warners. Putting his old journal away Wakko slowly made his way back to the bedroom and curled up in his bed. Before falling asleep though he looked up to check on Dot who apparently seemed to be caught in a nice dream.
Dot was indeed in a nice dream, one where she was spending time with her two brothers. They had just managed to sneak out of the water tower once again and were causing trouble throughout the studio. It was just like the old days before Yakko became extremely ill, when he was still full of energy. Flashbacks from the Animaniacs show started to play through her mind like a movie, but the last one hit hard. It was worse than a nightmare since it truly did happen, and she would always carry a scar from it. The last day that they spent together, the day Yakko died. She remembered his injuries were the worst compared to her and Wakko. The bloodstained fur, and his final courageous act of standing up against death for them. He gave his life so that she and Wakko could live their lives to the fullest. Something she was starting to wonder if they had taken for granted. As hard as she tried the memory was too much and she instantly woke up crying for her brothers.
Wakko upon hearing Dot start to cry was instantly up and at her side doing everything he could to comfort her. As soon as he got Dot back into a settled state he told her stories until she started to doze off once more. Realizing that he was now up, Wakko sighed and pulled out the new journal he had received for his birthday, it had been too long since he had written it in. Sitting down at a desk he continued to look back at Dot who seemed to be happily sleeping again and occasionally calling out Yakko's name. Smiling faintly Wakko pulled out a pen and turned the journal to a new page.
Yakko,
It's been far too long since I've written to you. I am hoping that you're the one who's helping poor Dot sleep. Part of me is anxious to finally see this come to an end, to see that your murderers are put behind bars for the reset of their lives. Being back in the tower feels so surreal without you here, if anything it just feels empty and devoid of life. I understand what you mean about being the oldest, I no longer think of myself but put Dot before my own interests. I'm starting to understand all the sacrifices you made for us through the years, and I just wanted to say Thank You. I know it's a little late, but better late than never right? Claire said she'd even manage to be back for the trial, I hope she'll have enough strength to come visit us in the tower. Yakko, what should I do? What do I have to do for all of this to go away and we can all live in peace again? I know death isn't an option it would be an insult to your legacy, but we're still struggling to find closure. Brother, please what would you do…tell me.
Love,
Wakko.
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