I kinda like doing POV a lot. The rest of this might be POV.

Ch4: Setting Gordon Straight

Fester's POV:

It's been such a long day. I need sleep. Morticia and Gomez have gone away. Grandmama Frump has gone back to care for Ophelia's dying husband. Lurch and Thing are still here. So are the children. There are also four familiar faces. Two of them are brunettes. They remind me of Anna and Deale Craven. The other two are redheads. Those two remind me of Abigail and Caitlynne. I remember how Abigail insisted that she was my mother when I suffered from the amnesia. Oh, how Caitlynne used to beat me senseless when she had a rage. But they four claim to be Celeste, Hyacinthe, Juliette, and Charlayne Babineaux. I'm starting to fall asleep. I hear a creaking door. I realize it's mine.

"Hello, Gordon," I hear a voice say, "Do you remember me?"

"Debbie? Is that you," I ask nervously. I realize then, that it wasn't Debbie. It was Caitlynne.

"Oh, no sweetie," Caitlynne said, "IT'S CAITLYNNE YOU USELESS BABY!" I screamed. Caitlynne was holding a frying pan. She looked furious.

"You don't know all of the trouble Mother and I have gone through," Caitlynne flared, "We were in a facility for two bloody years! My rages got worse and worse every day! I had to get surgery to remove my tonsils and appendix. My wrists were swollen and broken a lot. AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!" Caitlynne burst into tears.

"Sweetie, I had no idea," I said in a comforting voice. Caitlynne aimed the pan at my head.

"Don't you dare try and comfort me, you baboon," she said, "I'm gonna set you straight."

Caitlynne's POV:

"Catty, please," Gordon said. Was he really Gordon? Or was he the betraying Fester? I couldn't tell. I smacked him in the head. Hard enough to knock him out, and to make him remember he was Gordon Craven.

"Caitlynne," he said, "Where are we? Where's Tully? We have to get to the vault." I was bursting with joy.

"Gordon, sweetie," I said, "We're in the Addams' estate. We have some of the money from the vault. And Tully died two years ago, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," Gordon said.

"You'd better tell Mother you're sorry," I told him, "Auntie Anna and Danielle are here. We came back to get the rest of the money." I helped Gordon up. We walked to the room Mother was staying in. The four of us were staying only for tonight. I realized when Gordon said the name "Debbie" that he had gotten married last year. She wasn't dead. There was a hole in the dirt right in front of her grave.

Abigail's POV:

I had just finished putting my pajamas on when I heard a sweet little voice

"Mother, I have someone here who would like to apologize to you," Caitlynne said.

"Mother, I'm so sorry," Gordon said, "I didn't mean anything I said. You are a wonderful mother. Better than any I know. You're better than Morticia!"

"Apology accepted," I said, "I never meant to say you were a useless baby. I just lost my temper. I love you."

"I love you, too," Gordon said. The three of us hugged each other tight.

"Now, remember what I told you two," I asked.

"No," Catty and Gordon said in sync. I laughed. I took my son and daughter's heads to my chest.

"Now do you remember," I said, "My heart beats for you two. And for you two only. Gordon and Caitlynne, I love you. Help me find the vault."

Caitlynne's POV:

I could hear Mother's slow, steady heart beating. I then suddenly remembered her words two years ago.

"Can you hear it, my treasures," Mother had said, "My heart beating. It beats only for you two. Listen closely it says, 'Gordon and Caitlynne, I love you, find the vault.'" I remembered it well. Mother's heart was mine.

"I'd do anything for you, Mother," I said, "You know that, right?"

"Yes, sweetheart," Mother said, "I-" She collapsed.

"MOTHER," I screamed, "Gordon, call an ambulance, now!" I was so scared. I ran to wake Aunt Anna and Deale.

"Aunt Anna, Deale," I cried, "WAKE UP!" I ran back to Mother's side. I was streaming with tears. She was breathing, which was a good sign. Aunt Anna and Deale came out.

"What the hell happened," Deale asked, "Did you knock her out?"

"No, she just blacked out," I said.

"I see the ambulance," Aunt Anna said. We all helped get Mother in the ambulance.

We were all in the hospital waiting room. I was so scared. A doctor finally came out to tell us what had happened.

"Well," I asked, "Is my mother okay?"

"She is currently undergoing an appendectomy," the doctor said.

"In modern English please," Deale asked.

"She's getting her appendix removed," the doctor said. A surgeon assistant ran out to talk to the doctor.

"How old is your mother," the doctor asked me.

"Seventy," I replied.

"How old are you," he asked.

"Fifteen," my reply came.

"How old was she when she had you," the assistant asked me.

"23," I said.

"No, she would have been 55," the assistant said.

"No, my mother was 23," I said, "She would be 38, but she died eleven years ago."

"So then who's that in surgery," the assistant asked.

"My mother," I said. The two slapped their heads.

"Caitlynne's her adopted daughter," Aunt Anna said, "She's been calling Abigail her mother all her life."

"Who are you," the doctor asked.

"I'm Anna-Louise Craven," Aunt Anna said, "I'm Abigail's younger sister."

"And who are these two," he asked pointing to Gordon and Deale.

"Gordon is her long lost son," Aunt Anna said, "And Danielle is my adopted daughter. Are you done interrogating us?" Another assistant ran out.

"What," the doctor asked, "That's very rare. Are you sure? Okay."

"Well," I asked.

"Has Abigail had her appendix removed," the second assistant asked. The first one went back to the surgery room.

"Yes, when she was thirteen," Aunt Anna said, "Why?"

"She suffered a rare complication called stump appendicitis," the assistant said.

"Stump appendicitis," Gordon repeated, "What the hell is that?"

"It's a rare complication after having an appendectomy," the doctor explained, "It's when there is more than three millimeters left from the appendix, and it becomes inflamed and infected. Like the whole appendix. It needs to be removed."

"I had stump appendicitis," I said, "I have the scar." I lifted my shirt to reveal the dark scar on my thin stomach. The doctor observed it.

"That scar looks fresh. How long have you had it?"

"Ten-and-a-half months," I said, "My appendix was originally removed a year ago."

"Interesting," he said, "You acquired it two months after your procedure. She acquired it 53 years after it."

"Keep in mind, Abigail's procedure was in 1938," Aunt Anna said, "Caitlynne's was in 1994. There's a 56 year difference."

"No difference," the doctor said, "I'll go check on her." I was happy to finally be setting Gordon straight.