Now, as you may recall, Son of Fearless Buzz was updated about every 2 days... not sure if the same will happen with this fic. With SoFB, I had deleted scenes to guide me... this one's pretty much original work. But lemme know what you think! See you later! And as always, treats and reviews are well welcomed! UPDATE: Removed Grazin' In the Grass lyrics.
Someone Like You
By Kari Gilmore
Chapter 1:
The sun rose over the horizon at Pride Rock. Timon walked out of the lion's cave, stretched out, and yawned. He watched the sun and smiled to himself, inhaling the fresh air deeply. The wind brushed up against his fur and through his hair, ruffling it in such a familiar manner it brought another smile to his face. He continued to watch the sun, and tilted his head slightly.
"Today's the day, Dad. Simba doesn't need us here to babysit Kiara anymore, and the Outsiders are now on our side. I can't wait to get home and see everyone again."
"There you are, Timon." Timon turned to see Pumbaa had padded out of the cave and over to him. He sat down next to Timon and looked at the sun. "Were you talking to yourself, or to Buzz?"
"To Dad."
Pumbaa looked where Timon was looking, and then he waved at the sun. "Good morning, Mr. Buzz!"
"Did you say your good-byes?" Timon asked.
"Yup."
"And I suppose you had a cry?"
Pumbaa sniffled, "Yup." Pumbaa let out a few whimpers and tears. Timon grinned and shook his head.
"Well, I gotta admit, I had a cry, too."
"I'm gonna miss seeing them on a daily basis."
"So am I. But I miss seeing Ma and the rest of the colony on a daily basis... even Uncle Max. Simba asked us to stay here to make sure Kiara stays safe and away from the Outlands. Now that the Outsiders are Pride Landers, they don't need us here anymore... at least until Kiara and Kovu decide they need babysitters, and they won't be grown up enough for two more years. So, we can finally go home. Ready?"
Pumbaa nodded, and then lowered his head for Timon to climb up. Timon climbed on and tugged on Pumbaa's ears. They descended Pride Rock and started to trot away. They stopped a moment to look back at it. Timon sighed as Pumbaa looked ahead again and started walking again.
"Kovu and Kiara look so cute together, don't they, Timon?" Pumbaa asked.
"Yeah... cute. Ahh, young love. Lucky lions," Timon said, resting his chin in his paw.
Pumbaa turned his eyes back at Timon, sensing his pal was in another mood. "Uh-oh... Timon, you're not getting depressed again, are ya?"
"What makes you think that, Pumbaa?" Timon asked as he boredly twirled a piece of Pumbaa's hair with his finger. "Just because Simba may be a grandfather before I'm even a father, does that mean I'm getting depressed again?"
"Uh..."
"Such a poet." Timon smiled and sat up straight. "Hey, let's get back to the oasis and then we can get back to river rafting. How does that sound?"
"River rafting? Yay!" Pumbaa's trot sped up to a run, but then he skid to a halt after about 30 seconds of running.
"Hey, why'd you stop?" Timon suddenly heard a grumbling noise. He grimaced. "Pumbaa...?"
"It's not that, Timon. I just haven't had breakfast yet. You were just so ready to leave, I didn't have time," Pumbaa said as Timon slid down Pumbaa's snout and to the ground.
"Well, yeah. I suppose when you've been away from your dream home and family for more than a year that happens. I'm ready to go home..." Timon stopped when he heard another grumble, this time coming from his own stomach. He blushed slightly as Pumbaa arched a brow at him. "... But that doesn't mean we can't make a stop at the International House of Grubs!"
"IHOG! Yay!"
They separated to look for a log, where their breakfast typically hangs out. Timon pushed through some blades of grass and found some rocks. He pushed one over and quickly recovered a few plump worms. He slurped them up like strands of spaghetti. He wiped his face off, then moved to the next one. As he was about to lift it, he heard some voices. He cocked his head and started heading towards the source. He pushed a few more blades of grass aside to behold a whole new meerkat colony. They were gathered together, taking instructions from the leader.
"This looks like the perfect location for our new tunnels. Shall we get to work?" he asked, putting his paws together. The colony, a group of about 25, cheered and got into formations. Timon watched them, curious. He never actually saw meerkats start new tunnels from scratch before. His colony never really moved to new locations, not until Timon lead them to the oasis, and they never had to dig tunnels there. So, he decided to forgot about his empty stomach for the moment and watch.
"Can ya dig it?" a female meerkat asked.
"We can dig it!" The meerkats began digging as the female began to sing. The others sang back-up. The song had a good beat to it, one that you could dance to. The female singing had a very nice voice as well. Timon watched, now wanting to hear the whole song.
"Here we go!" A female meerkat reared her head back, drawing Timon's attention. Her fur was about the same color as his, but a shade lighter. She had 6 brown stripes on her back. From where Timon was standing, she appeared to have blonde hair and possibly blue eyes. Her voice was that of an alto, and she sang.
The corner of Timon's mouth twisted into a half-smile as he watched the female meerkat do a small dance as she coached the digging beat to her colony. She suddenly stopped when she caught a glimpse of Timon. When she stopped singing, the diggers came up to see what was wrong.
"Zuri, you stopped the rhythm. What's the matter?" a female asked. The singing female, Zuri, didn't reply as she continued looking at Timon. They looked in the direction where she was looking, and noticed Timon. Timon realized he was being watched, so he began to back away. He stopped when he felt he had backed into someone. He looked back and noticed he had backed into another meerkat, the leader, who was more muscular and a little taller than Timon. Timon turned around to face him and gave him a nervous smile.
"Sorry... was I suppose to buy tickets to watch meerkats dig tunnels?" he asked. The female meerkat who was singing, Zuri, came to see what was going on.
"Who is it, Papa? Anyone you know?" she asked.
"No... just a rogue meerkat," the father growled at Timon, then bent down to meet Timon's face. "Are you trying to muscle into our colony?"
"What? Oh, no, sir! No, I, uh, was just watching that little song and dance number. My colony has a similar whistle-while-you-work thing going, but it's not as hip-hop as yours. It's a real toe-tapper, sir," Timon said, keeping his nervous smile and backed away from the father, then accidentally backing into Zuri. "Ay!" He jumped and got in a defensive position. Zuri gasped when he had his paws up. Timon put his paws down quickly when he realized who it was. "Oh, geez! I-I-I'm sorry! I-I'm really sorry, miss." Zuri blinked at Timon a bit, looking him over. Timon also looked at her, since she was closer to him, he could see how much prettier she was. And she was. Very.
The father stepped up between the two. "Don't waste your time. My daughter does not associate with rogues."
"Papa, don't you think you're being--?"
"No, I don't."
"But I'm not a--" Timon began, but he stopped when the father gave him a warning stare.
The father then turned around and put his paw on his daughter's back. "Come, Zuri. We have nests to build." Zuri looked back at Timon briefly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, then allowed her father to guide her away from Timon.
Timon felt the corner of his mouth twist into a half-smile again as he watched her disappear into the newly formed tunnels. "Zuri, huh?"
"Timon!" Pumbaa calling his name brought Timon back to reality. Timon shook his head to clear his mind and turned to see Pumbaa trot over to him. "I found a great log! What are you doing?"
"Uh... nothing. C'mon, let's go eat!" Timon followed Pumbaa, then he took one last look at the colony tunnels. He shook his head with a sigh and followed Pumbaa.
To be continued...