Feeling Blue: A Smurfs Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty

Brainy's name, like all the other smurfs, was derived from his 'talent' identified as a Smurfling. True, of late, he had very much doubted that he was that smart of late but he still should be able to ignore the smurfing weird noise. A few days had passed since he had stayed by the lake with Gutsy and he was continuingly looking over his shoulder to see if Hefty was going to hit him to make up for what Grouchy did. Not to mention the weird noise had only been intensifying, especially at night. It was kind of a whispering, or at times a chanting, He also kept thinking back to the wand that had been confiscated when he came back to the village. Why was he missing it? Why did it feel like he needed it? He didn't know and it was making his head feel like it was splitting apart.

He lay in bed, pillow over his head, trying to block out the noise. It didn't help. He tried pushing it down with his hand but if anything, without the ambient noises of other things, the noise only seemed to intensify. Great, it was probably in his head then. That was never a smurfy sign. He huffed, swinging his legs out of bed, deciding to go for another late night walk to clear his head. Brainy opened the door, glancing around to make sure he would be alone then stepped outside. It was cold again but he didn't care. Maybe if I get ill Gutsy won't make me go to meals... He sighed, still not used to having to interact at least three times a day, noticing that depending on where he walked the chanting would either get quieter or louder. Maybe it wasn't in his head though...

Musing that he decided to keep walking towards where it got louder, hoping to find out where it was. The chanting seemed to echo round his mind, filling it to the point that he could barely concentrate on anything else. A deep instinct to follow it was something that snapped a realisation into his mind. If the urge to follow it was so huge then there was a distinct chance that it wasn't something good. Then again, though, he didn't particularly care if something bad happened to him because he wasn't important. He came to a hollow tree and when he looked in it there was a small box. Opening it caused the chanting to stop and his heart rose in his throat. So this was where they hid it. He reached out slightly, hand touching the cold handle of the wand Gargamel had given him.

He quickly retracted his hand, staring at it in confusion and worry. Why had it been calling to him? Was something wrong with him? Was he still bad? He took a deep breath and closed the box. He couldn't take it! That would be even more reason for everysmurf to hate him. He sighed and headed off, ignoring the sharp pang that caused. What's wrong with me? Why am I a freak? Please stop, please stop, please stop! He felt sick, his head was pounding, and again the urge for the feeling of metal against skin filled his mind. He cringed, trying to push the thought from his mind until he got back to his mushroom. He walked faster and as he turned a corner somesmurf collided with him, knocking him backwards to the ground. His glasses flew off his face and he could feel his hands collide with the hard floor. He winced, squinting, trying to locate his glasses.

"Here," a voice said, pushing the glasses into his hand. He put them on and as his vision unblurred he saw Handy there with a concerned expression.
"Thanks," he murmured, standing up, trying to not make eye contact.
"Are you okay?" Handy asked him. A nod. "Why are you out?" Oh, it turns out I am a smurfing freak and the wand is still calling to me. Hefty was right I don't belong here and outside when nosmurf is about is much better so nosmurf can hurt me!
"Couldn't sleep," he mumbled, shrugging. "How about you?"
"Thought I'd fix something when nosmurf would get in the way," Handy replied with a loose shrug. "Hey, do you remember a few months ago you gave me advice and Hefty threw you out?" Another nod. "I am really sorry I didn't stand up for you, especially as you were right and never give any advice anymore."
"It's fine," he muttered.
"It isn't," Handy said in reply. "Gutsy was right, everysmurf was too harsh on you for too long..." He saw the other's lack of reaction to that and sighed. "Hey, do you want to work on this with me? You were always good at this sort of thing."

Brainy looked at him in surprise, the idea of being 'good' at something an unfamiliar one. Then, with a small smile, he nodded. The two worked quickly, effectively, and quietly together.
"You've changed a lot," Handy commented after a while. "It is sometimes hard to believe you're the same smurf..."
"What do you mean?" he asked in confusion.
"You...used to be a lot more confident," Handy clarified. "I guess that's all of ours faults."
"Probably a good thing," Brainy said. "I was even more unlikable back then." Handy wasn't sure what to say to that so he made a mental note to bring it up with Gutsy later.

Eventually Brainy made his way back to his mushroom, the conversation with somesmurf relaxing him somewhat. The urge for the blade had been numbed, at least for now, but he could still hear the wand calling to him. He needed to do something about this, the question was what?

After a while of trying to ignore it there was a knock on the door. It must be breakfast already...He sighed and opened it.
"Morning Gutsy," he greets.
"Morning laddie," Gutsy said. "Trying to skip breakfast again?"
"Not exactly," Brainy murmured.
"What about?"
"About..." His voice trailed off. "It doesn't matter Gutsy."
"Whenever you say that it ends up mattering," Gutsy says. He gently lifted Brainy's chin so they could make eye contact. "Please tell me?"
"I..." Brainy said. "But with this you really will hate me..."
"I could never hate you," Gutsy said. "Please?"

"The wand," Briny admitted sinking slightly. "I can hear it...I know where it is."
"Right, what's the issue?" Gutsy asked. "Just take the wand back."
"What? Why?" he asked, horrified. "Then everysmurf will have even more proof of how awful I am."
"Hey...you aren't awful..." Gutsy said, pulling the other smurf into an embrace, rubbing his back comfortingly. "I don't think you are." Brainy hesitated a second then hugged back. "I could get Papa to make the decision that you can be trusted with it. Then the other smurfs – at least the ones with half a brain cell – will think it's the right move." He saw the doubt in the brainiac's eyes and sighed. "You still don't trust Papa, do you?"
"I don't know why I can't," Brainy admitted, pulling away from the hug. "Then again trusting anysmurf is really hard."
"Do you trust me?" Gutsy asked, hopefully. Brainy considered that for a moment.
"I think so," he admitted, not used to feeling trust but he assumed it was akin to what he felt around Gutsy. Gutsy grinned.
"I'll take it!" he exclaimed. "Now, then, I'm going to go talk to Papa!"

Before Brainy could voice any concerns Gutsy headed out of the mushroom, humming the smurfy song as he went. Brainy stared after him in shock, hoping things didn't end as badly as they always did.

After a million years, I finally upload! XD