I've been wanting to take a stab at a fanfic surrounding Cooper's arrival in Pop Village for a while now, and here it is! I did mention Bluebell in 'You Are Not Alone', but this didn't really fit into The World Tour Goes On (Since those oneshots take place after Trolls World Tour), so I posted this separately.

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the OCs.

Two years.

It had been two years since the trolls had escaped from the Bergens. Two years since they had found the perfect place to rebuild after they had lost so much.

Bluebell was out in her garden on a warm summer late afternoon. Her friends were all out and about as well. The blue troll had braided her dark green bangs out of her eyes earlier, but that was starting to fray into fly always. It was a beautiful day, and the sun was just beginning to drop to the west.

"Hey, Bluebell." Sky greeted as he came up to the fence, "Long time no see."

"I saw you yesterday." Bluebell replied.

"Well, it was in this exact same spot. Do you really have nothing to live for but this garden?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Bluebell asked sadly.

"I… I'm sorry. I know how hard it's been for…"

There was a strange sound in the branches above the two trolls. They looked up fearfully to see if they could identify the source. As the small object tumbled down out of the upper branches of the tree, Bluebell's hair flung out to cushion its fall. Once it landed she slowly allowed her hair to return to its normal length, gently letting the object rest in the grass.

"What… is that?" Sky asked.

"It… it looks like… an egg?" Bluebell was dumbfounded. It looked like a troll egg, but unlike any troll egg she had ever seen. It was larger, had a pattern of wavy dark purple and gold lines on its shell, and a tuft of blue hair on the top that didn't really look like troll hair, but did at the same time.

The egg shuddered and cracked, and after a moment of struggle the entire shell flaked into crackly pieces, revealing the baby inside. Both trolls stood staring with wide eyes. It didn't look like a troll… it looked like some sort of animal! Four blue legs splayed out from a fluffy pink body with dark pink stripes, and from that came a stubby neck and huge head with darker blue hair on top. When it opened its sky blue eyes it stared at the two trolls.

Bluebell took a cautious step forward and the little one gasped and hid their eyes under their forelegs.

"Aww, It's okay." Bluebell cooed, kneeling in front of the baby. She turned her head to Sky, "Go get King Peppy."

"And leave you here alone with that-"

"Baby?" She cut Sky off, "I'll be fine."

Sky gave her a skeptical look, but left for the town square.

Bluebell turned back to the baby, "Hello?" She tried, "I'm not gonna hurt you, it's okay."

The baby moved their arms away from their eyes and looked up at Bluebell, "M… Mama?"

Bluebell's eyes widened, this poor thing.

There was a screech of a bird overhead. Bluebell thought nothing of it, the birds of the forest didn't normally go after trolls, but the baby whimpered and covered his eyes again.

Bluebell scooted closer and pulled him into her lap. The baby sniffled and snuggled closer, the trembling in his body easing.

"It's okay, sweetheart." Bluebell said, "You're safe."

The baby looked up at her with teary eyes, "Mama, I'm scared."

Bluebell didn't know what to think. He really thought that she was his mother. Where was his mother? It seemed like the egg had just dropped out of the sky… and the bird…

"Oh, baby…" Bluebell cooed, hugging him a little tighter, "You're safe now, I promise. I'm gonna take care of you."

She stood up with the baby in her arms. He was surprisingly light, Bluebell noticed. She carefully brought him into the orange flower pod that had been nestled between two tree roots on the outskirts of the village: her home for two years now.

She knew King Peppy would be there any minute, and as if on que with the thought, there was a knock on the pod door. Bluebell set the baby down, and after his legs wobbled a little, but he stood up on his four feet, while Bluebell ran to get the door.

"Good afternoon, King Peppy." Bluebell greeted the king, "Hello there, Princess Poppy!"

"Hiya!" The little pink troll in a blue dress waved. Then the two-year old noticed the baby and gasped with wide eyes, "Dada, what's that?!"

The little one tried to take a step backwards and fell on his side under the table.

"Sweetheart, don't point." The king told his daughter gently, keeping his eyes on the baby with an expression of perplexity and concern.

"King Peppy…" Bluebell tried to explain nervously.

"You don't have to explain." King Peppy replied.

"Is… he's…"

"Yes, Bluebell, he is a troll, he's just... a different kind of troll."

"Oh!" Bluebell exclaimed.

"He can't know that though." Peppy said quickly.

"Why?" Bluebell asked. Frankly, it wasn't that hard to figure out.

"It's a very long story, but the point is this: if he were to find out it could lead to trouble. His kind and our kind aren't… friends, exactly."

"King Peppy, with all due respect, I already promised this child I would protect him." Bluebell said.

"I never said you couldn't keep him," Peppy said, much to Bluebell's relief. "In fact, I believe it's the safest option."

"No twoll left behind! Wight, Dada?" Poppy asked.

The two grown-ups chuckled, "That's right, Princess!" Peppy replied, then he turned back to Bluebell, "So what's his name?"

Bluebell's eyes widened. She didn't even think about that.

She looked over at the little troll who stood up and tried to come out from under the table, and banged his head on one of the legs. "Owie…" he moaned.

The jolt the table had experienced caused a framed photo to fall off of it. Bluebell went over and picked it up.

It was her, Sky, and another troll.

She was reminded of her brother, Copper, who had broken his neck falling out of the Troll Tree. He'd been dancing and lost his balance, and fell right into the hand of a waiting Bergen.

There hadn't even been a body to bury…

There hardly ever was. So few trolls lived full lives back there.

Could she name the baby Copper? Hmm… no, that didn't seem right. Maybe some variation?

She had it.

"How about Cooper?" she asked.

Poppy had run over to little Cooper, who regarded her with a shy curiosity. Even newly hatched he was the same height as the little princess. "Hiya Cooper!" She greeted excitedly, "I'm Pwincess Poppy, and you'w my fwend now!" she hugged Cooper around the neck, and Cooper just looked up at Bluebell with wide eyes.

"Poppy sweetheart, we have to go home now." Peppy called.

"Awwww…" Poppy said sadly.

"There'll be plenty of time for you two to get to know each other, Princess." Bluebell reassured, "He's had a long day, today."

"Okay." Poppy went back over to her father and took his hand again.

"Thank you, King Peppy." Bluebell said.

"Don't even mention it." Peppy replied, "I'll see you two tomorrow?"

"Definitely. Goodbye for now."

"Bye bye, Cooper!" Poppy called, waving as they left.

"Bye bye." Cooper said as the door closed.

There was another knock at the door just minutes after.

Bluebell answered it, and it was Sky pushing a crib inside.

"You know Pizzazle? That glitter troll I hang with?" Sky asked, "his son just switched to a bed. I asked if you could use this. But I hope you're happy about all the weird looks we got walking through town with this thing."

"Thank you Sky!" Bluebell said as she picked up Cooper, "Say hi to Sky Cooper!"

Cooper buried his face in Bluebell's shoulder.

"You really want to keep him." Sky thought aloud.

"Of course." Bluebell replied, "I mean…"

"Do… do you think someone might be looking for him?" Sky asked reluctantly.

Bluebell thought of the incident with the baby hearing the bird and felt her eyes welling up with tears as she explained it to Sky, "I don't think he has someone to look for him anymore…"

"Oh…" Sky breathed, "Well, I'm glad you were the one to find him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You and… you'll make a great mother."

"Thanks."

After dinner, Sky left for his own home, and Bluebell sat on a chair by the window with the baby curled up in her lap with his head on her shoulder, sound asleep.

She was looking up at the stars.

She often wondered what it was like up there. If there even was an 'up there', no one knew that for certain. It was just comforting to think that there was something out there… something waiting for her brother, everyone who had been eaten by the Bergens…

Cooper's parents…

Cooper shifted a little and cooed. Bluebell wished she could sleep that well, but after a childhood as a predator's prey she didn't think anyone in the village didn't suffer from night terrors.

She was glad that this baby wouldn't have to grow up in fear like she had. That he wouldn't be trapped without a future. Part of her was even glad there were other trolls out there who hadn't lived the way that they had. Even if King Peppy was right and the other kinds of trolls were their enemies…

Bluebell wouldn't wish that on her worst one.

She carefully got up, which was tedious when you were still learning how to hold a baby at the same time. She walked over to her bedroom where the crib had been put until the spare room could be cleaned out. She lay the little one down in the crib and he curled up to the point where he looked like a giant pink pom-pom with blue hair.

She sighed and smiled. She sat down on the edge of her own bed and looked up out the window at the stars again. I don't know if you can hear me, she thought, thinking of the poor mother and father who had most likely lost their lives today, but… if you are listening… I hope you know that your baby is safe.

Sleep was a long time coming, but when it did come Bluebell realized that for the first time in her life that she finally had something else besides the garden to live for.

TaDa!

I just wanted to write a little more of Bluebell and Pop Village shortly after their escape from the Bergens. It's such good angst potential!

Hope you liked it. Feel free to leave a review! I love to hear your thoughts! :)