Flint The Time Detective is Not Mine. (Wish though I do). Feel free to use this story on your site. But, you must give me credit. I thought of it, wrote it up, and uploaded it, show a little respect.
Warning for all Merlock/ Bindi fans. Ha! (Sorry, that is just so wrong...) This is a Sara and Merlock fic. Bindi will have very little mention in here. Just so ya know....
"You're sure about this?"
"Yes. Very much so."
"Do you really love him?"
"Uncle Bernie..." Sara giggled and crossed her legs. She looked at her uncle with love. Ten years. It had been ten years since the day that she and Tony had come to live with him. Now, he was like a father to her.
Bernard looked at his niece with affection and carefully put down his teacup. 'My God!' he thought to himself, 'look at the woman she's become'. Her wild red hair was up in a fashionable ponytail. The pantsuit she wore made her look all the more like a businesswoman. He was so proud.
"So...what do you think Uncle Bernie?" she stood and walked over to his chair and sat at his feet. He had aged a bit since the last time she had seen him. There were streaks of gray in the hair over his temples. She grasped his warm hands in hers', "I need to know what you think."
He patted her cheek and looked into her green eyes. Never before had they seemed so full of life.
"I say...yes. I give you my blessing to marry Merlock."
Before he knew it he was on the floor, being hugged to death by Sara. And she was crying from the feel of his wet lab coat.
"Oh thank you! Thank you so much!"
"What are ya thanking Mr. Goodman for Sara?"
She stood up, and smoothed out her out fit looked at the owner of the voice. Bernard stood up behind her.
Flint was standing in the doorway with his father perched on his shoulder. Sara walked over to the, now, grown boy and gave him a huge hug.
"Flint-kun! I haven't seen you since last Christmas!"
He hugged back, lifting her off her feet and spinning her. "Because you haven't visited more often Sa-ra!" He put her down and smiled.
She looked him up and down. He had grown to be a very handsome young man. The wild black and green hair had tamed down a bit, though parts still stuck up in a few places. Flint no longer sported his loincloth that would be a heavy sexual harassment case that Bernard Goodman wasn't willing to pay for. Now he wore simple baggy pants and a tight black t-shirt. No one would guess he was born in a time of dinosaurs and stone.
"Flint, you look great, how are you?"
"Fine, Sara. But what were you talking about with Professor Goodman."
Sara's smile doubled as she glanced at her Uncle.
"Well..." she almost burst into giggles, she was that happy, "Uncle Bernie just gave his blessing for me to marry Merlock." She held up her engagement ring. The sucker was huge. Even though it was supposed to be a relatively simple ring, it held a large diamond in the center, surrounded by gold and rubies.
"Jeez...", Flint picked up her hand and stared at it, "When he gives you the wedding ring, you won't be able to lift your hand. "
Her reply was a bunch of giggles.
"Hey, speaking of Merlock..." Bernard rubbed the back of his neck and stroked his newly grown beard, "Where is he?"
Sara smiled and walked to the window. She beckoned for them to follow. She held open the curtain and let the two look out.
Merlock stood outside, leaning against a red convertible. He was wearing dark glasses and even from the house they could see he was sweating profusely, and it was only 60 degrees outside.
"You mean mister-save-the-day-time-detective was too frightened to come in here and ask me for my blessing?"
Sara nodded, "You can be intimidating at times Uncle Bernie. I don't even want to remember my first date." They all laughed and Uncle Bernie wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed.
"You had better go and tell him the good news. He looks on the verge of having an aneurysm."
She smiled and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Yes." She headed toward the door and slipped her thin jacket on. "After all, I have a wedding to start planning!" she ran out the door as Bernard and Flint watched from the window.
"She sure looks happy."
They watched as Sara walked up to Merlock, tell him something, and then jump into his awaiting arms. The young couple fell onto the grass, letting the fallen leaves get mixed up in their hair. Sara brought her face closer to Merlock's.
Bernard shut the curtain and dragged Flint away.
"Awww! C'mon Professor! It was getting' good!"
"Leave them be, Flint. Besides, I smell something baking in the kitchen."
"Foooooooooooood!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Flint ran into the kitchen, as Bernard walked slowly behind him.
'Something's never change.'
Two months later....
Sara twirled in the white gown she had just put on. It was simple, and very old fashioned. There was a lot of lace on the collar, the wrists, the bottom, and everywhere.
"What do you guys think of this one?"
She looked to the transformed time shifters. With a few overcoats, and some gloves, they passed enough for humans.
"Sara...that dress looks terrible on you."
The rest of the female time shifters nodded their heads in agreement. Sara nodded as well and just stood in front of them for a moment. Fable-Master walked up to her.
'What's wrong Sara?"
The woman looked at her friend, "This was the last dress that is within my budget. Aww guys...." She hung her head, "All of these dresses are so ugly..."
The other female shifters gathered around their friend and hugged her.
"It's okay Sara...besides, it's not the dress, it's the bride inside of it...right?"
Sara nodded, and smiled sadly.
"Yes...but it would have been nice to wear a nice one. I guess we could stop at the fabric store and pick up some nice fabric and a simple pattern." The shifters sweatdropped. They all knew of Sara's ability to sew...or her lack of one.
They watched as she sadly walked back into the fitting room to take off the monstrous excuse for a dress.
"No, no no." Merlock rubbed his temples. This was not working at all.
"I said I wanted red roses. Red. Roses. Not pink carnations."
The coordinator looked at Merlock, "I'm so sorry sir, but you said pink roses. And you said you wanted a large cheesecake with these," he picked up a small plastic figure of two people holding hands, "on top."
"No! I did not!" Merlock grabbed for the figurine, "I asked for two crystal doves holding a ring in their beaks. This just looks like two pigs holding hooves!"
The wedding coordinator was now red with rage.
"Sir! I remembered what you said! I got you what you said!"
"Noooo..." Merlock angrily brushed his long bangs out of his face, "If you had remembered what I said we wouldn't be having this problem."
'I give up! You young man will never see me again!" the planner picked up his notebook and walked towards the door.
"If you're gonna quit then I want my money back!"
The man turned to look at the vampire.
"If you could remember anything, you would remember that I said no refunds from the very beginning! Now good day!" he slammed the door leaving Merlock alone.
The young man made a fist and broke the plastic people in his hand.
His apartment was filled with different bouquets of pink carnations. He kicked at a basket and it's contents spilled all over the floor. All his savings had gone into finding the best coordinator in town. Thank God he had bought the tuxes before he had paid the coordinator. He was twice as thankful that Sara said she would be able to pay for a dress for herself. But now, he couldn't have the wedding at the large cathedral he had wanted. Now he would be lucky to get a service at a cheap chapel.
All he could do was fall on his couch, close his eyes, and hope his fiancé would return home soon. He needed his love to comfort him right now. Sara would make it be all right. He knew she could figure out something to do.
With these thoughts he drifted off into a dream world.
Sara walked into the apartment a few minutes later, turned on the light and gasped.
Pink carnations had invaded her house. She saw Merlock lying on the couch, sleeping. Sara tiptoed over to him and placed her packages on the floor beside her.
She smiled at him and toke his hand. It felt wet. She turned it over and found it was blood, and also bits and pieces of broken plastic embedded in his flesh. Sara gasped and reached for the hankerchief she knew he kept in his front pocket. Thank God he had stopped wearing that hideous boy suit.
When the wound was clean she felt Merlock stirring. She looked up at him and saw him staring back at her.
"Oh, honey, so sorry I woke you."
He smiled and reached for her. As he made room on the couch, she laid against him, just to be pushed on top of him. She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Think nothing of it dearest Sara. Did you have fun shopping?"
"Yes..." she glanced at the package which contained the cheap material she had to buy. With a great amount of luck, the dress would turn out something like the picture on the cover.
'That's good."
"Darling, if I may ask, what is with all the carnations?"
She heard him growl.
"The bastard of a wedding coordinator got the wrong orders. Of course, when I try to correct him, he walks out."
"Oh no, I'm sorry honey...but there's still time to find another one." She yawned, the sun had set and it was getting late."
A worried look crossed Merlock's, he was thankful for the darkness of the room. "Yes, yes, there is time dearest." He kissed the top of her hair and held her closer to him.
A few minutes later he heard her soft, feminine snoring and smiled.
'Don't worry, my dear fiancé, nothing can ruin this wedding. I won't let it....'
To be continued...
Next installment: "The Big Day is Here!"
Warning for all Merlock/ Bindi fans. Ha! (Sorry, that is just so wrong...) This is a Sara and Merlock fic. Bindi will have very little mention in here. Just so ya know....
"You're sure about this?"
"Yes. Very much so."
"Do you really love him?"
"Uncle Bernie..." Sara giggled and crossed her legs. She looked at her uncle with love. Ten years. It had been ten years since the day that she and Tony had come to live with him. Now, he was like a father to her.
Bernard looked at his niece with affection and carefully put down his teacup. 'My God!' he thought to himself, 'look at the woman she's become'. Her wild red hair was up in a fashionable ponytail. The pantsuit she wore made her look all the more like a businesswoman. He was so proud.
"So...what do you think Uncle Bernie?" she stood and walked over to his chair and sat at his feet. He had aged a bit since the last time she had seen him. There were streaks of gray in the hair over his temples. She grasped his warm hands in hers', "I need to know what you think."
He patted her cheek and looked into her green eyes. Never before had they seemed so full of life.
"I say...yes. I give you my blessing to marry Merlock."
Before he knew it he was on the floor, being hugged to death by Sara. And she was crying from the feel of his wet lab coat.
"Oh thank you! Thank you so much!"
"What are ya thanking Mr. Goodman for Sara?"
She stood up, and smoothed out her out fit looked at the owner of the voice. Bernard stood up behind her.
Flint was standing in the doorway with his father perched on his shoulder. Sara walked over to the, now, grown boy and gave him a huge hug.
"Flint-kun! I haven't seen you since last Christmas!"
He hugged back, lifting her off her feet and spinning her. "Because you haven't visited more often Sa-ra!" He put her down and smiled.
She looked him up and down. He had grown to be a very handsome young man. The wild black and green hair had tamed down a bit, though parts still stuck up in a few places. Flint no longer sported his loincloth that would be a heavy sexual harassment case that Bernard Goodman wasn't willing to pay for. Now he wore simple baggy pants and a tight black t-shirt. No one would guess he was born in a time of dinosaurs and stone.
"Flint, you look great, how are you?"
"Fine, Sara. But what were you talking about with Professor Goodman."
Sara's smile doubled as she glanced at her Uncle.
"Well..." she almost burst into giggles, she was that happy, "Uncle Bernie just gave his blessing for me to marry Merlock." She held up her engagement ring. The sucker was huge. Even though it was supposed to be a relatively simple ring, it held a large diamond in the center, surrounded by gold and rubies.
"Jeez...", Flint picked up her hand and stared at it, "When he gives you the wedding ring, you won't be able to lift your hand. "
Her reply was a bunch of giggles.
"Hey, speaking of Merlock..." Bernard rubbed the back of his neck and stroked his newly grown beard, "Where is he?"
Sara smiled and walked to the window. She beckoned for them to follow. She held open the curtain and let the two look out.
Merlock stood outside, leaning against a red convertible. He was wearing dark glasses and even from the house they could see he was sweating profusely, and it was only 60 degrees outside.
"You mean mister-save-the-day-time-detective was too frightened to come in here and ask me for my blessing?"
Sara nodded, "You can be intimidating at times Uncle Bernie. I don't even want to remember my first date." They all laughed and Uncle Bernie wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed.
"You had better go and tell him the good news. He looks on the verge of having an aneurysm."
She smiled and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Yes." She headed toward the door and slipped her thin jacket on. "After all, I have a wedding to start planning!" she ran out the door as Bernard and Flint watched from the window.
"She sure looks happy."
They watched as Sara walked up to Merlock, tell him something, and then jump into his awaiting arms. The young couple fell onto the grass, letting the fallen leaves get mixed up in their hair. Sara brought her face closer to Merlock's.
Bernard shut the curtain and dragged Flint away.
"Awww! C'mon Professor! It was getting' good!"
"Leave them be, Flint. Besides, I smell something baking in the kitchen."
"Foooooooooooood!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Flint ran into the kitchen, as Bernard walked slowly behind him.
'Something's never change.'
Two months later....
Sara twirled in the white gown she had just put on. It was simple, and very old fashioned. There was a lot of lace on the collar, the wrists, the bottom, and everywhere.
"What do you guys think of this one?"
She looked to the transformed time shifters. With a few overcoats, and some gloves, they passed enough for humans.
"Sara...that dress looks terrible on you."
The rest of the female time shifters nodded their heads in agreement. Sara nodded as well and just stood in front of them for a moment. Fable-Master walked up to her.
'What's wrong Sara?"
The woman looked at her friend, "This was the last dress that is within my budget. Aww guys...." She hung her head, "All of these dresses are so ugly..."
The other female shifters gathered around their friend and hugged her.
"It's okay Sara...besides, it's not the dress, it's the bride inside of it...right?"
Sara nodded, and smiled sadly.
"Yes...but it would have been nice to wear a nice one. I guess we could stop at the fabric store and pick up some nice fabric and a simple pattern." The shifters sweatdropped. They all knew of Sara's ability to sew...or her lack of one.
They watched as she sadly walked back into the fitting room to take off the monstrous excuse for a dress.
"No, no no." Merlock rubbed his temples. This was not working at all.
"I said I wanted red roses. Red. Roses. Not pink carnations."
The coordinator looked at Merlock, "I'm so sorry sir, but you said pink roses. And you said you wanted a large cheesecake with these," he picked up a small plastic figure of two people holding hands, "on top."
"No! I did not!" Merlock grabbed for the figurine, "I asked for two crystal doves holding a ring in their beaks. This just looks like two pigs holding hooves!"
The wedding coordinator was now red with rage.
"Sir! I remembered what you said! I got you what you said!"
"Noooo..." Merlock angrily brushed his long bangs out of his face, "If you had remembered what I said we wouldn't be having this problem."
'I give up! You young man will never see me again!" the planner picked up his notebook and walked towards the door.
"If you're gonna quit then I want my money back!"
The man turned to look at the vampire.
"If you could remember anything, you would remember that I said no refunds from the very beginning! Now good day!" he slammed the door leaving Merlock alone.
The young man made a fist and broke the plastic people in his hand.
His apartment was filled with different bouquets of pink carnations. He kicked at a basket and it's contents spilled all over the floor. All his savings had gone into finding the best coordinator in town. Thank God he had bought the tuxes before he had paid the coordinator. He was twice as thankful that Sara said she would be able to pay for a dress for herself. But now, he couldn't have the wedding at the large cathedral he had wanted. Now he would be lucky to get a service at a cheap chapel.
All he could do was fall on his couch, close his eyes, and hope his fiancé would return home soon. He needed his love to comfort him right now. Sara would make it be all right. He knew she could figure out something to do.
With these thoughts he drifted off into a dream world.
Sara walked into the apartment a few minutes later, turned on the light and gasped.
Pink carnations had invaded her house. She saw Merlock lying on the couch, sleeping. Sara tiptoed over to him and placed her packages on the floor beside her.
She smiled at him and toke his hand. It felt wet. She turned it over and found it was blood, and also bits and pieces of broken plastic embedded in his flesh. Sara gasped and reached for the hankerchief she knew he kept in his front pocket. Thank God he had stopped wearing that hideous boy suit.
When the wound was clean she felt Merlock stirring. She looked up at him and saw him staring back at her.
"Oh, honey, so sorry I woke you."
He smiled and reached for her. As he made room on the couch, she laid against him, just to be pushed on top of him. She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Think nothing of it dearest Sara. Did you have fun shopping?"
"Yes..." she glanced at the package which contained the cheap material she had to buy. With a great amount of luck, the dress would turn out something like the picture on the cover.
'That's good."
"Darling, if I may ask, what is with all the carnations?"
She heard him growl.
"The bastard of a wedding coordinator got the wrong orders. Of course, when I try to correct him, he walks out."
"Oh no, I'm sorry honey...but there's still time to find another one." She yawned, the sun had set and it was getting late."
A worried look crossed Merlock's, he was thankful for the darkness of the room. "Yes, yes, there is time dearest." He kissed the top of her hair and held her closer to him.
A few minutes later he heard her soft, feminine snoring and smiled.
'Don't worry, my dear fiancé, nothing can ruin this wedding. I won't let it....'
To be continued...
Next installment: "The Big Day is Here!"