OK, so I decided to put an epilogue on... at least now this fic has 8 chapters. Now then... while you guys wait for me to think up a good plot you can occupy yourselves with the other TLK fics on this site... and of course don't forget my other TLK fics, Son of Fearless Buzz and Someone Like You (I put an epilogue on that one a not too long ago, but some might not know it). Hopefully SoFB can reach the 100-review mark. Someone Like You reached 100 and beyond! Yay! Read on and see y'all soon!
Epilogue:
Two weeks later...
Timon had his arms folded behind his back as he nervously paced in front of a large log. He had a twig in his mouth to chew on while he was waiting for some news. He kept shaking his head and muttering to himself as his family and friends watched him handle the pressure.
"Oy... I don't know if I can handle this..." Timon muttered.
Jina, a brown warthog and Pumbaa's mate, blinked as Pumbaa stood and joined Timon in the pacing, muttering, and shaking of the head. "Pumbaa, why are you pacing?" she asked.
"I don't want Timon to feel lonely doing it by himself," Pumbaa answered. He stopped for a moment and smiled, "Besides, it'll be good practice when it's our turn." He resumed.
"Timon doesn't need help pacing... he needs help getting out of the deep trail he's created," Uncle Max said, pointing at the 6-inch deep walking path Timon had created for himself.
Timon stopped pacing, folded his arms in front of his chest, and tapped his toe. The tapping increased with each passing second. The twig he was chewing on broke when he clenched his teeth. He spat out the remaining twig piece out of his mouth and finally let out a frustrated groan as he pulled on his ears. "I can't take it anymore! It's driving me crazy!"
"Dear, it's only been five minutes since Zuri started having abdominal pains," Ma said.
"Only five minutes?!!" Timon released his ears, which snapped back into place. He climbed out of the hole he created and rushed over to his mother. "It couldn't have been five minutes! You mean I made a 6-inch deep path in under five minutes?!"
"Timon, dear, try to calm down. Zuri needs the emotional support right now," Dalila, who was sitting by Timon's mother, said.
"Do you think I should be there with her, Dalila?" Timon asked, taking Dalila's paws into his own.
"No, I think she'd only tell you to come back out here and continue making a path."
"Yeah, you're right..." Timon turned to his mother. "How did Dad handle this when I was coming?"
"Pretty much the same way you're handling it now, except he fainted more," Uncle Max butted in.
"Really?" Timon asked, blinking.
"From what I was told, yes," Ma nodded.
Shomari folded his arms in front of his chest and chuckled, "Poor old Buzz. He was tired after fighting me that night. That was probably the reason why."
"First-time father, too," Ma said, nodding. Ma suddenly smiled and took Timon's paws into her own. "Oh, Timon, you were the most beautiful baby in the whole world. I remember that night so well."
"You had a face like a hyena's--" Uncle Max began, then was knocked off the log by Ma's foot.
"Hey!" Timon growled.
"Don't listen to him, Timon." Ma ran a paw over Timon's hair, and in a way it began to help Timon calm down. "I still can't believe it's been nearly 6 years. And now my baby's having babies of his own..." She sniffled and put a paw to her eye. "Oh..."
"Aww, Ma..."
"I'm alright, Timmy. Really." She sobbed softly and released Timon's paws.
"Oh... I was fine until you started crying, Panya..." Dalila suddenly started sobbing, and then the two mothers hugged each other and cried happily. Jina watched the two, then she padded over to the two of them and started crying.
Pumbaa heard this and stopped pacing. He looked over at her. "Jina, why are you crying?"
Jina sniffled, "Because Mrs. Panya and Mrs. Dalila are..." She sobbed a bit more.
Pumbaa blinked and looked at Shomari, who merely shrugged. "Dalila was like this when Sudi had his pups," Shomari said.
"Well, can you blame me? My first grandchildren are on the way," Ma sniffled.
Timon stepped back up to his mother and mother-in-law. "Ma, we don't even know how many pups we're going to get. We could get as many as five or just one. You know, like when you had me?"
Pumbaa blinked and looked at Ma. She didn't tell him about Titus...
"Yes, I guess you're right, Timmy," Ma sniffled and rubbed her eye. She exhaled, "I would've loved to have given you a few little brothers or sisters, but by the time I was ready to have another litter..."
"By the time you were ready to have another litter...?" Pumbaa tried to get her to finish. Timon then elbowed him in the side. "Ow! What?"
Timon jumped up and grabbed Pumbaa's ear, and then pulled him down to his level. "Pumbaa, my father was killed by those hyenas before they could have another litter." Timon released Pumbaa's ear and put a paw over his heart. "That's why I'm an only child."
"Ooo. Sorry." Pumbaa shot a look at Ma, who had a questionable expression on her face. After a moment she realized what the look was for, and shrugged helplessly.
A few hours had passed. By this time Timon's path had been worn down into a 16-inch deep hole. Pumbaa's path had been worn down to a mere 2 or 3 inches. Ma busied herself with Dalila's hair while Dalila, bored stiff, peeled some of the bark off of the log they were sitting on. Shomari and Uncle Max had their arms and legs crossed, their feet tapping in the air almost in unison. They took a look at each other, then shared a brief growl.
"Copy-kat," Shomari mumbled under his breath. Jina's attention wavered between Timon and Pumbaa pacing, the four meerkats on the log, and to a nearby brush where their friend Pete had gone with Zuri some hours ago. She let out a tired sigh and laid down.
Pumbaa stopped pacing and looked over at her. "Are you OK, Jina?"
"Yeah, but watching you worry makes me tired," Jina admitted.
Pumbaa nervously smiled as he sat down, "Sorry." He looked down into Timon's deep path. "Timon, aren't you getting tired by now?"
Timon climbed out of it and sat down on the ground, panting, and then looked up at Pumbaa. "No, just my feet are." He motioned to the steam rising up from his feet.
"Ooo."
Timon put a paw over his eyes as he fell back onto the ground. "I don't know how much longer I can worry without pulling my hair out."
That grabbed Ma's attention. "Now, don't you be doing something rash like that, Timon. You need that hair to look good."
Timon lifted the paw from his eyes and glanced over at her. "No, Ma, you need this hair to groom me with."
Jina shook her head, then looked back to the brush up ahead, and then her tail shot up in the air. "Hey, I think I see Pete!"
On that note, Timon sat up straight and turned towards the brush where Pete was emerging. The meerkats on the log also turned to see him. Timon jumped to his feet and ran over to Pete before he had a chance to say his name. "Well?"
Pete blinked, a bit shocked at Timon's reaction time. "Switch to decaf, would ya, pup?"
Timon ignored that comment. "How's Zuri? She's OK, isn't she?"
"Yeah. She's tired, but uh... she's lost all that extra weight."
"You mean...?"
"Yup. Congratulations, Timon, you're a father."
Timon stood there for a moment stunned, his mouth hung open. Before he could react his mother came up from behind and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Timmy, I'm finally a grandmother!"
"Ma... choking, not breathing..." Timon managed to choke out. When he was released he dropped down to the ground, inhaling deeply.
"So, what does Timon have?" Pumbaa asked as he helped Timon back to his feet.
"Two pups, a boy and a girl," Pete said.
Timon gripped onto Pumbaa's tusk as he leaned forward towards Pete. "A son and a daughter? I have a son and a daughter?"
"Correct."
Pumbaa suddenly picked Timon up and hugged him. "Oh, Timon, congratulations! You've got one of each! Now I can't wait 'til it's my turn!"
Timon tried pushing away from Pumbaa to breathe. "That's great, Pumbaa, but could you put me down? My vision's starting to fade."
"Sorry." He put Timon down, who dusted himself off when he was released.
Timon stretched for a moment, releasing a few cricks. He then smiled and ran towards the brush where Pete had emerged. Shomari and Uncle Max helped Dalila and Ma down from the log. Jina got up and stretched as she walked over by Pumbaa. They, with Pete, followed Timon back to a nest where Zuri was lying in. Timon hesitated on moving forward, but got nudged forward by Pumbaa. Timon gave Pumbaa a bit of a look before he moved forward. He approached the nest, paused a moment to gulp before resuming again. He was a few inches from the nest to see only Zuri, but nothing else. He stood on his tiptoes to peek inside. He took the extra steps and looked inside. He noticed Zuri looking at him and he nervously smiled. He looked at one of the pups lying next to her and picked it up.
"... He doesn't look a thing like me," Timon finally said.
"That's because that's the girl," Zuri said in a flat tone.
Timon nervously laughed, "Really?" He took at look at the pup again and smiled. "Yeah, now that I think about it, she looks more like you."
"That pup doesn't have much fur... are you saying my fur's thinning?"
"Ooo, she's still moody..." Timon said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"I said don't put words in my mouth." He took a look at the other pup lying next to Zuri, then back at the pup he was holding. "Hmm... OK, we'll name that one Timon Junior and we'll name this one Timona Junior."
"Timon, I thought we agreed we wouldn't name any of the pups after ourselves," Zuri said with an arched brow.
"You never said that to me."
Zuri blinked, and then put a paw to her chin. "Hmm, I must've been thinking it then."
"All right, fine. We'll name this one Zuri Junior."
"No, Timon," Zuri said as she shook her head. "We had a few names picked out and I think we should use them. I'll let you pick out one out."
"Spoil-sport," Timon said in a kidding tone. He exhaled and looked back down at the pup in his arms. "All right then..." He set her down next to Zuri and grabbed a beetle that was crawling nearby. He broke it in half, dunk his thumb inside to collect some bug juice. He wiped it over the female pup's forehead and said, "I name thee... Shani." He licked the remaining juice off his thumb and smacked his lips. "Mmm."
"Timon, what was that?" Zuri asked with a confused look on her face.
"Cream-filled, I do believe," Timon said as he munched on half of the beetle.
"It's a ceremonial crown, Zuri," Pumbaa spoke up.
"Yeah, that magic blue-faced monkey does it for the newborn lions... of course I omitted the sand because I'm not a licensed shaman."
"Right..." Zuri picked up the other pup and looked at him for a moment. She rolled her eyes with a grin and held him up to Timon. "Any juice left for a second ceremonial crown, Great Timon?"
Timon took some juice out of the remaining half of the beetle and wiped it over the male pup's forehead. "I name thee... uh... Zuri, I named her, so you're suppose to name him." He bent over to Zuri who whispered it in his ear. He stood back up in front of the pup and then licked the juice off his thumb. "... Kito." He popped the other half of the beetle into his mouth.
"Kito and Shani... good names. Congratulations, you two," Pete said as he approached the two.
"Thanks..." Timon said as he dusted his paws off. He looked at his pups--his pups--and smiled. "I'm a father... oy." He fainted, but was caught by Pumbaa's tusk.
"Timon?"
Ma shook her head and smiled, "Poor thing. He's had a long day of worrying."
Epilogue:
Two weeks later...
Timon had his arms folded behind his back as he nervously paced in front of a large log. He had a twig in his mouth to chew on while he was waiting for some news. He kept shaking his head and muttering to himself as his family and friends watched him handle the pressure.
"Oy... I don't know if I can handle this..." Timon muttered.
Jina, a brown warthog and Pumbaa's mate, blinked as Pumbaa stood and joined Timon in the pacing, muttering, and shaking of the head. "Pumbaa, why are you pacing?" she asked.
"I don't want Timon to feel lonely doing it by himself," Pumbaa answered. He stopped for a moment and smiled, "Besides, it'll be good practice when it's our turn." He resumed.
"Timon doesn't need help pacing... he needs help getting out of the deep trail he's created," Uncle Max said, pointing at the 6-inch deep walking path Timon had created for himself.
Timon stopped pacing, folded his arms in front of his chest, and tapped his toe. The tapping increased with each passing second. The twig he was chewing on broke when he clenched his teeth. He spat out the remaining twig piece out of his mouth and finally let out a frustrated groan as he pulled on his ears. "I can't take it anymore! It's driving me crazy!"
"Dear, it's only been five minutes since Zuri started having abdominal pains," Ma said.
"Only five minutes?!!" Timon released his ears, which snapped back into place. He climbed out of the hole he created and rushed over to his mother. "It couldn't have been five minutes! You mean I made a 6-inch deep path in under five minutes?!"
"Timon, dear, try to calm down. Zuri needs the emotional support right now," Dalila, who was sitting by Timon's mother, said.
"Do you think I should be there with her, Dalila?" Timon asked, taking Dalila's paws into his own.
"No, I think she'd only tell you to come back out here and continue making a path."
"Yeah, you're right..." Timon turned to his mother. "How did Dad handle this when I was coming?"
"Pretty much the same way you're handling it now, except he fainted more," Uncle Max butted in.
"Really?" Timon asked, blinking.
"From what I was told, yes," Ma nodded.
Shomari folded his arms in front of his chest and chuckled, "Poor old Buzz. He was tired after fighting me that night. That was probably the reason why."
"First-time father, too," Ma said, nodding. Ma suddenly smiled and took Timon's paws into her own. "Oh, Timon, you were the most beautiful baby in the whole world. I remember that night so well."
"You had a face like a hyena's--" Uncle Max began, then was knocked off the log by Ma's foot.
"Hey!" Timon growled.
"Don't listen to him, Timon." Ma ran a paw over Timon's hair, and in a way it began to help Timon calm down. "I still can't believe it's been nearly 6 years. And now my baby's having babies of his own..." She sniffled and put a paw to her eye. "Oh..."
"Aww, Ma..."
"I'm alright, Timmy. Really." She sobbed softly and released Timon's paws.
"Oh... I was fine until you started crying, Panya..." Dalila suddenly started sobbing, and then the two mothers hugged each other and cried happily. Jina watched the two, then she padded over to the two of them and started crying.
Pumbaa heard this and stopped pacing. He looked over at her. "Jina, why are you crying?"
Jina sniffled, "Because Mrs. Panya and Mrs. Dalila are..." She sobbed a bit more.
Pumbaa blinked and looked at Shomari, who merely shrugged. "Dalila was like this when Sudi had his pups," Shomari said.
"Well, can you blame me? My first grandchildren are on the way," Ma sniffled.
Timon stepped back up to his mother and mother-in-law. "Ma, we don't even know how many pups we're going to get. We could get as many as five or just one. You know, like when you had me?"
Pumbaa blinked and looked at Ma. She didn't tell him about Titus...
"Yes, I guess you're right, Timmy," Ma sniffled and rubbed her eye. She exhaled, "I would've loved to have given you a few little brothers or sisters, but by the time I was ready to have another litter..."
"By the time you were ready to have another litter...?" Pumbaa tried to get her to finish. Timon then elbowed him in the side. "Ow! What?"
Timon jumped up and grabbed Pumbaa's ear, and then pulled him down to his level. "Pumbaa, my father was killed by those hyenas before they could have another litter." Timon released Pumbaa's ear and put a paw over his heart. "That's why I'm an only child."
"Ooo. Sorry." Pumbaa shot a look at Ma, who had a questionable expression on her face. After a moment she realized what the look was for, and shrugged helplessly.
A few hours had passed. By this time Timon's path had been worn down into a 16-inch deep hole. Pumbaa's path had been worn down to a mere 2 or 3 inches. Ma busied herself with Dalila's hair while Dalila, bored stiff, peeled some of the bark off of the log they were sitting on. Shomari and Uncle Max had their arms and legs crossed, their feet tapping in the air almost in unison. They took a look at each other, then shared a brief growl.
"Copy-kat," Shomari mumbled under his breath. Jina's attention wavered between Timon and Pumbaa pacing, the four meerkats on the log, and to a nearby brush where their friend Pete had gone with Zuri some hours ago. She let out a tired sigh and laid down.
Pumbaa stopped pacing and looked over at her. "Are you OK, Jina?"
"Yeah, but watching you worry makes me tired," Jina admitted.
Pumbaa nervously smiled as he sat down, "Sorry." He looked down into Timon's deep path. "Timon, aren't you getting tired by now?"
Timon climbed out of it and sat down on the ground, panting, and then looked up at Pumbaa. "No, just my feet are." He motioned to the steam rising up from his feet.
"Ooo."
Timon put a paw over his eyes as he fell back onto the ground. "I don't know how much longer I can worry without pulling my hair out."
That grabbed Ma's attention. "Now, don't you be doing something rash like that, Timon. You need that hair to look good."
Timon lifted the paw from his eyes and glanced over at her. "No, Ma, you need this hair to groom me with."
Jina shook her head, then looked back to the brush up ahead, and then her tail shot up in the air. "Hey, I think I see Pete!"
On that note, Timon sat up straight and turned towards the brush where Pete was emerging. The meerkats on the log also turned to see him. Timon jumped to his feet and ran over to Pete before he had a chance to say his name. "Well?"
Pete blinked, a bit shocked at Timon's reaction time. "Switch to decaf, would ya, pup?"
Timon ignored that comment. "How's Zuri? She's OK, isn't she?"
"Yeah. She's tired, but uh... she's lost all that extra weight."
"You mean...?"
"Yup. Congratulations, Timon, you're a father."
Timon stood there for a moment stunned, his mouth hung open. Before he could react his mother came up from behind and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Timmy, I'm finally a grandmother!"
"Ma... choking, not breathing..." Timon managed to choke out. When he was released he dropped down to the ground, inhaling deeply.
"So, what does Timon have?" Pumbaa asked as he helped Timon back to his feet.
"Two pups, a boy and a girl," Pete said.
Timon gripped onto Pumbaa's tusk as he leaned forward towards Pete. "A son and a daughter? I have a son and a daughter?"
"Correct."
Pumbaa suddenly picked Timon up and hugged him. "Oh, Timon, congratulations! You've got one of each! Now I can't wait 'til it's my turn!"
Timon tried pushing away from Pumbaa to breathe. "That's great, Pumbaa, but could you put me down? My vision's starting to fade."
"Sorry." He put Timon down, who dusted himself off when he was released.
Timon stretched for a moment, releasing a few cricks. He then smiled and ran towards the brush where Pete had emerged. Shomari and Uncle Max helped Dalila and Ma down from the log. Jina got up and stretched as she walked over by Pumbaa. They, with Pete, followed Timon back to a nest where Zuri was lying in. Timon hesitated on moving forward, but got nudged forward by Pumbaa. Timon gave Pumbaa a bit of a look before he moved forward. He approached the nest, paused a moment to gulp before resuming again. He was a few inches from the nest to see only Zuri, but nothing else. He stood on his tiptoes to peek inside. He took the extra steps and looked inside. He noticed Zuri looking at him and he nervously smiled. He looked at one of the pups lying next to her and picked it up.
"... He doesn't look a thing like me," Timon finally said.
"That's because that's the girl," Zuri said in a flat tone.
Timon nervously laughed, "Really?" He took at look at the pup again and smiled. "Yeah, now that I think about it, she looks more like you."
"That pup doesn't have much fur... are you saying my fur's thinning?"
"Ooo, she's still moody..." Timon said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"I said don't put words in my mouth." He took a look at the other pup lying next to Zuri, then back at the pup he was holding. "Hmm... OK, we'll name that one Timon Junior and we'll name this one Timona Junior."
"Timon, I thought we agreed we wouldn't name any of the pups after ourselves," Zuri said with an arched brow.
"You never said that to me."
Zuri blinked, and then put a paw to her chin. "Hmm, I must've been thinking it then."
"All right, fine. We'll name this one Zuri Junior."
"No, Timon," Zuri said as she shook her head. "We had a few names picked out and I think we should use them. I'll let you pick out one out."
"Spoil-sport," Timon said in a kidding tone. He exhaled and looked back down at the pup in his arms. "All right then..." He set her down next to Zuri and grabbed a beetle that was crawling nearby. He broke it in half, dunk his thumb inside to collect some bug juice. He wiped it over the female pup's forehead and said, "I name thee... Shani." He licked the remaining juice off his thumb and smacked his lips. "Mmm."
"Timon, what was that?" Zuri asked with a confused look on her face.
"Cream-filled, I do believe," Timon said as he munched on half of the beetle.
"It's a ceremonial crown, Zuri," Pumbaa spoke up.
"Yeah, that magic blue-faced monkey does it for the newborn lions... of course I omitted the sand because I'm not a licensed shaman."
"Right..." Zuri picked up the other pup and looked at him for a moment. She rolled her eyes with a grin and held him up to Timon. "Any juice left for a second ceremonial crown, Great Timon?"
Timon took some juice out of the remaining half of the beetle and wiped it over the male pup's forehead. "I name thee... uh... Zuri, I named her, so you're suppose to name him." He bent over to Zuri who whispered it in his ear. He stood back up in front of the pup and then licked the juice off his thumb. "... Kito." He popped the other half of the beetle into his mouth.
"Kito and Shani... good names. Congratulations, you two," Pete said as he approached the two.
"Thanks..." Timon said as he dusted his paws off. He looked at his pups--his pups--and smiled. "I'm a father... oy." He fainted, but was caught by Pumbaa's tusk.
"Timon?"
Ma shook her head and smiled, "Poor thing. He's had a long day of worrying."