Hello, fanfiction readers! This is frostfore44 and my little blue friends! Thanks for all the good reviews so far! Not too bad for a first-time writer, eh guys?
Gutsy: Aye, lass. But you shouldn't've made de lassie hit me so hard! (winces as he touches the scar and bruise on his head)
Crafty: You had it coming, Blue Kilt. You shouldn't have chased like that, but you're right. I'm sorry. (Hugs Gutsy)
I'm sorry, Gutsy. Here, both of you have a Smurfberry cookie! (Two Smurfberry cookies magically appear)
Crafty: Good, before Greedy get's a hold of them.
Uh, Smurfs? Ya mind if we do the intro first?
Gutsy: Aye. frostforge44 does not own us. We belon' to Peyo.
Crafty: I belong to frostforge44. And that's only because I'm her idea. I don't belong to anyone else!
(Me and Gutsy step back from Crafty)
Alrighty then...Enjoy the chapter!
Crafty slowly opened her eyes to a curious discovery. Like the last time, she woke up in a place she was completely unfamiliar. She remembered meeting the six Smurfs and was about to leave, but everything else was hazy.
She looked at her surroundings and saw she was in some sort of room. She was in a comfortable bed and a well warmed one at that.
She saw that her arms were covered in wrappings, probably for her cuts, and something cold and wet on her head.
Crafty heard a door open and many shouts.
"For the last time, the patient is not to smurf any visitors until Papa Smurf says so!"
A door slammed shut and she heard footsteps becoming louder and louder. A door to her left opened up and in walked a Smurf. One with an irritated expression, there was no doubt about it.
He was unfamiliar to her from the ones she met before. This one had a white coat, a clipboard, a head mirror, and a stethoscope around his neck, but with the familiar white cap and trousers.
"Humph! Those Smurfs need to smurf this Smurfette some space. She's not in a proper condition!"
He finally turned to observe his latest patient before he realized he noticed she was awake. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a bit, clearly embarrassed that she just heard his recent rant.
"Oh! Err…Hello. H-how are you feeling this morning?" He asked nervously.
"Better than I did, thank you," she replied softly. She slowly sat up and asked, "Where am I?"
"You're in the Smurf Village. A couple of our Smurfs smurfed you and brought you back here."
"Oh, really?" She thought for a moment before asking, "One of them didn't happen to be named Gutsy, would they?"
Doctor's eyes widened in shock. Either her memory's getting better or that was just a very lucky guess.
"H-how did you know?"
"Well, I did kinda sort of catapult him out of a tree. If a Smurf gets smurfed from that, he's going to be hard to forget, isn't he?" Crafty chuckled with amusement. Doctor laughed at the memory of Gutsy telling him that.
"Well. It's smurfy to see your doing better. I'll go get Papa Smurf. He'll want to speak with you, now that you're awake."
"Okay," Crafty said softly as Doctor left the room and out of his home.
About a minute later, she heard the door open and shut silently along with hushed tones. Only none were familiar to her at all. The door to her room creaked open and in popped a small Smurf head.
Crafty blinked at him and he blinked back. At least, she thought it was a he.
"Well? What do ya see?" she heard an anxious voice ask from behind him.
"She's staring at me…" the little Smurf replied eyes never leaving hers. He was suddenly pushed forward and he stumbled before standing in front of her bed. She noticed this one was wearing a yellow shirt with a lightning cloud, making him stand out.
"Uh…hi," he said shyly waving his hand, hoping he didn't bug her. Mostly because he was only curious along with the other Smurflings.
Crafty, on the other hand, thought it was just adorable.
"Hi," she said as a smirk grew on her face. "You know, you and your friends don't have to hide. You can come in."
His eyes widened, but so did a smile that broke onto his face. He turned to the doorway and exclaimed, "Hey, guys! Come on! She's awake!"
The sound of footsteps echoed in the room as three other Smurflings charged into the room and surrounded the bed. Crafty smiled as the first Smurfling climbed onto the bed and sat the edge as he and the others studied her.
"Are you a real Smurfette?" A Smurfling asked in awe. He wore a straw hat and green pants with a strap on his chest that went across his right shoulder.
"I would assume so," Crafty chuckled.
"What's your name?" Another asked. This one was a Smurfette Smurfling with red pigtails and pink overalls.
"Crafty. Call me Crafty," she replied remembering the name the other Smurfs gave her.
"Hi, Crafty," the Smurflings greeted.
"I'm Sassette," the little girl Smurfling replied.
"Nat here."
"Snappy. And that's Slouchy," The yellow-shirted Smurfling pointed to the hunched Smurfling. Slouchy waved dismissively to her.
"Well, it's nice to smurf you all," Crafty smiled at the curious young faces.
There was a loud knocking at the door and a voice that called, "Doctor? I have the Smurfette's clothes! They're clean and good as new!"
Crafty's eyes widened and she peeked under her blanket. She wasn't wearing her old outfit. She was wearing what looked like a white night gown. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in it. Or maybe she was uncomfortable with knowing that someone changed her while she was sleeping.
"Come in, Tailor!" Snappy called out.
A door opened and an older Smurf walked into the room with Crafty's folded up clothes and her light blue cap on top. This Smurf had sewing needles at the tip of his cap and measuring tape draping across his shoulders.
"Didn't Doctor say that she shouldn't have any visitors?" Tailor asked narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
The Smurflings lowered their heads in guilt before Crafty replied, "It's no problem. I don't mind. They were just curious, weren't you?"
The Smurflings perked up and nodded enthusiastically.
Tailor seemed satisfied enough by the answer and said, "Well alright. It was nice to meet you…uh…"
"Crafty Smurfette. Nice to smurf you, Tailor. And thanks for fixing my clothes," Crafty waved.
"Uh, yeah…well," Tailor blushed. "I n-need to smurf back to my chores now. Bye."
Tailor ran out the door with his face turning a light shade of purple.
"Huh. I wonder what's gotten into him," Nat thought out loud.
"AROOF! AROOF!"
Crafty jumped at the barking sound, but the Smurflings perked up at the sound.
"PUPPY!"
"Puppy?"
A large black nose stuck through the window and sniffed at the new, unfamiliar scent of the Smurfette. The furry face of a dog poked in and barked a hello.
"Puppy, meet Crafty. Crafty, meet Puppy," Nat introduced petting Puppy's nose.
"Hmm," Crafty wondered if she had enough strength to walk. She shrugged and thought to give it a try.
She lifted the blanket and put her feet onto the ground. She let out a deep breath and put all her weight onto her legs. They felt strong enough, so she took a step towards Puppy. Nothing felt out of place, so she continued to walk to Puppy and patted him on his nose. Puppy affectionately licked her face.
"He likes you!" Sassette exclaimed happily.
"So I see," Crafty laughed wiping drool off of her face.
"I think he wants to play with you, Crafty," Snappy looked at her expectantly. Crafty knew exactly what the Smurflings were silently pleading.
Crafty urged Puppy's head out of the window and motioned for the Smurflings to come over. They obeyed with a curious gleam in their eyes.
"You guys go out here and wait for me to change out of this," Crafty gestured to the nightgown she currently had on. "I'll only smurf a minute."
"Okay!" They cried and practically leapt out of the mushroom.
As Crafty promised, she was only a minute at changing, but took some extra time to fold the nightgown neatly and make the bed she slept on.
Crafty climbed out the window and observed her surroundings. It was an impressive sight, what she saw.
It was indeed a village full of Smurfs. All of them were doing their chores, as Tailor said he had his to do. None had taken notice of the current sneak-out occurring at Doctor's clinic.
Crafty was shaken out of her trance by Puppy's bark.
"C'mon, Crafty! Let's play!" Sassette cried as she and the other Smurflings climbed onto Puppy's back. She smiled and jumped onto his back.
"Smurfaroo, Puppy! Let's go!" Nat yelled and nudged Puppy's sides. Puppy barked excitedly and dashed towards the forest.
"She's healing quite smurfily, Papa. Her condition is improving more quickly than I expected."
Doctor had to look for Papa for quite a bit since he was already out and about. But he managed to tell him the good news and have him talk to their maybe future village mate. And, eager to see one of her own, Smurfette tagged along.
"I'm glad to hear that, Doctor. I hope that whatever she's smurfed through is over for her," Papa Smurf shuddered as he remembered how she looked two days ago and the medicine he had to make to treat her wounds.
"I know what you mean, Papa Smurf," Smurfette softly said. "The poor thing! Who would do something so unsmurfy?"
"Doctor?" Tailor asked as he approached them. "Good. I found you. I just dropped off Crafty's clothes at your mushroom. She's doing really well."
Doctor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Not that he was unhappy since he did ask Tailor to fix and deliver her clothes, but he hates it when Smurfs enter his home without him knowing or consent.
"Thank you, Tailor."
Tailor nodded and scampered off to do his chores.
As he and Papa entered his clinic, Doctor called knocked softly on Crafty's door, in case she fell back asleep and whispered, "Crafty? I'm back. I've brought Papa with me."
He opened the door and gasped at the sight.
Crafty was nowhere in sight. The bed was made, her nightgown was folded up and her clothes were missing. This meant only one thing.
"She must've smurfed out through the window," Doctor exclaimed.
"Oh no! This is absosmurfly terrible! She could be hurt!" Smurfette cried in fear.
"Hmm. But why?" Papa murmured mostly to himself, stroking his white beard in thought.
"I don't know, but we better smurf her fast!"
Doctor ran outside with Papa and Smurfette following him close behind and, luckily, found the Smurf he needed.
"Tracker!"
The Smurf with a red feather through his cap turned at the sound of his name being called.
"Tracker! We need your help!"
"Well, I'm your Smurf! What do you need to find?"
"The Smurfette! My patient! She's missing!"
"Ye lost'er? What's the matter with you, ye numptie?"
Gutsy, accompanied by Brainy and Grouchy, stormed up to the three Smurfs with irritation in his facial expression.
"I didn't loseher! She snuck out the window!"
"Humph! It doesn't surprise me. I told you all she was a stray Smurfette! But did anysmurf listen? No!" Brainy boasted bitterly.
"Smurf it, Brainy! Now's not the smurfing time!" Grouchy growled as Tracker began to sniff the air for Crafty's scent. His face brightened as he smelled the windowsill. He got her.
"I've smurfed her scent, Papa Smurf! And she went," Tracker sniffed once again and pointed to the forest. "That way!"
"SMURFAROO!"
The five Smurfs were hollering with delight as Puppy ran through the forest with abundant energy while barking enthusiastically.
"This is awesome! Woo-hoo!" Crafty cried.
Crafty's eyes widened in a sudden thought.
"Oh no!"
Puppy skidded to a stop at the Smurfette's distress in her voice.
"What? What's wrong, Crafty?" Sassette asked.
"I was supposed to wait back with Doctor to talk with Papa Smurf. I completely forgot!" She exclaimed while climbing off of Puppy's back.
"Don't smurf about it! Pappy will understand. We're just having some fun!" Sassette jumped off of Puppy and the other Smurflings joined the Smurfettes on the ground.
A rustling in the bushes captured their attention and a Smurf rushed through while sniffing the ground furiously. He slowed to a stop as he approached Crafty and the Smurflings. He stood erect as he found the source of the scent he was tracking.
"Hi, Tracker," Snappy greeted.
"Hello, Smurflings. So that's where you've been," Tracker said directing his attention to Crafty. He whistled and yelled, "Papa Smurf! I found her!"
Brainy, being the one who followed Tracker the closest, was the first to come through.
"Smurflings! Stay away from that stray Smurfette!" Brainy hissed as he stormed toward them.
Crafty groaned, "Again with the 'stray Smurfette'! What is with you? I haven't smurfed anything to you!"
"Yeah, Brainy!" Slouchy sassed. "She didn't smurf anything wrong! We were just playing!"
"It's obvious that you're up to no good, that's what! I mean, how do we smurf you aren't here to spy on us?" Brainy accused, completely ignoring Slouchy's complaint and the glares of the Smurflings.
"Brainy Smurf!"
Brainy cringed and gave a guilty smile in the direction of the voice. He laughed nervously and replied, "Oh. Hehe…Hello, Papa Smurf."
Crafty turned and saw four Smurfs and what looked like a Smurfette ran out of the bushes. Crafty recognized three of them as Gutsy, Doctor, and…well, she didn't get hisname, but she recognized him, at least.
"Brainy, that is no way to smurf a new guest! I thought I taught you better!"
"Yeah, Brainy, you bully! Smurf some manners!" Smurfette hissed with anger in her voice.
Crafty watched as the red clad elder with a white beard wagged a finger at Brainy with a scowl on his face. He didn't look incredibly angry. In fact, he didn't look the type to get angry often.
So this is the infamous Papa Smurf.
She then turned to the blonde Smurfette. She wore a simple white dress and short white heels.
Crafty smiled. At least she looks nice.
Papa's expression softened as he turned to the Smurfette. "Please excuse Brainy. He doesn't usually smurf up to strangers."
"So I've seen. It's alright, though. Besides, Gutsy over there showed me how to deal with him when he smurfs out of line," Crafty sent a mischievous grin at Brainy as he stepped back to hide behind Papa.
The Smurflings and Smurfette giggled in response. Papa only chuckled and shook his head in amusement with Doctor. Gutsy, Tracker, and Grouchy howled with laughter and fell on the ground.
"Well," Papa continued. "At least it seems you're doing better. I am Papa Smurf. It's smurfy to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine, Papa. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Crafty," Crafty said as she shook his hand.
"Oh, my name's Smurfette. It's so smurfy to meet anotherSmurfette," Smurfette gushed as she took Crafty's hand when Papa was finished.
"It's smurfy to meet you too, Smurfette."
Suddenly, there was a wailing noise that combined with a panicked, yet familiar voice calling, "Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf!"
Clumsy came stumbling through the bushes with a wailing Baby Smurf in his arms.
"Golly, Papa Smurf! Baby just started cryin' out of nowhere and I can't get'em to smurf!"
Baby continued to cry and flail in Clumsy's arms for an unknown reason. Anysmurf could tell that it was indeed mysterious that Baby would cry like this. He just woke up, so he wasn't tired. He already had breakfast, so he couldn't be hungry already.
Clumsy's eyes widened as he saw Crafty and ran over to her as he got an idea.
"Here, Baby! Say hi to Crafty!" Clumsy smiled as he held Baby out for him to see her and vice versa.
Baby whimpered as he blinked to clear the tears from his eyes and looked over at Crafty.
Crafty thought that of all the Smurfs she met in the village so far, this one had to be the cutest of all.
She tilted her head and smiled as she cooed, "Hi, Baby!"
Crafty placed her hand on his stomach and wriggled her fingers in a tickling motion across his belly. Baby stopped crying and burst out into a fit of giggles and squirming.
The others smiled warmly that Crafty had taken a liking to Baby. And that Baby had a new friend to play with. Grouchy looked to see if anysmurf was looking and even let a smile break on his face.
Surprisingly, even Brainy smiled a bit at the adorable scene. He still had his suspicions about the Smurfette, but who could honestly hate a sight that cute?
As Crafty went to take her hand away, Baby grabbed her finger with both of his two little hands and babbled baby talk. He let go and stuck both of his arms out and let out a joyful squealing sound, indicating he wanted Crafty to hold him.
"Can I?" She asked turning to Papa Smurf. He smiled and nodded.
Clumsy held Baby out for Crafty to grab and Crafty cradled Baby into her arms.
Doctor suddenly shook his head and observed, "Well. It seems you've recovered smurfier than I thought. That's good."
"Hey, uh, Crafty? Do ya want a tour? Of the village, I mean. Do ya? Do ya?" Clumsy asked excitedly.
"I don't see why not. Would you mind, Papa Smurf?"
Papa shook his head and said, "Not at all. As long as you're smurfing up to it."
She nodded and went to hand Baby over to Papa, but Baby wouldn't have it. He let out his distressed wail and clung to Crafty. Everyone jumped at Baby's response. Doctor stepped in and observed Baby.
"Just as I smurfed. Baby has an SAD."
"We know Baby's sad, Doc. Whyis he sad?" Brainy snobbishly countered rolling his eyes.
"I hate Baby being sad!" Grouchy said with sincere concern and anger in his voice.
"Not sad. SAD. Smurf Attachment Dilemma."
"What?" Everyone asked confused. Doctor sighed irritably and began to explain.
"It means that Baby has already grown smurfily attached to Crafty. Even if she's out of his sight, he'll cry and squirm until she comes back. Nothing else will make him feel better."
"Oh, please!" Brainy scoffed taking Baby from Crafty's arms and rocking him. Baby went silent. "See? That Smurfette had nothing to do with-OWW!"
Baby had hit Brainy over the head with his rattle and let out an even louder wail that the surrounding Smurfs had to cover their ears. Crafty frowned and snatched the Baby Smurf into her arms and rocked him softly. Baby stopped crying and wrapped his arms around Crafty's neck. The Smurfs took their hands off their ears when they heard that Baby had stopped crying.
"See? Nothing will help!"
"Ah, I see," Papa answered, stroking his beard. "What do you smurf we should do then, Doctor?"
"Well, only Baby decides when he'll let go. So, until then, Crafty will have to keep hold of him. That is, if you don't mind…?" Doctor asked looking at Crafty expectantly.
Crafty, however, was too preoccupied with bouncing Baby in her arms. He giggled and waved his arms in the air.
Doctor smiled. Oh yes. She doesn't mind at all.