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Bringing Them All Back Home	By : khfun159 Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 10686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Trigger, and I make no profit off of this work. Also, I am ignoring Chrono Cross's existence for simplicity's sake.

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The chiming of Leene's Bell woke Gina up from a dreamless sleep. Her vision was dim, she had a headache, and her nether region complained sorely about its memories of her affair with Robo. Not feeling like dealing with all of that pain at the moment, the exhausted woman buried her face in the fluffy, yellow pillow and took a waking nap. An hour later, she didn't feel any better, but dragged herself out of bed. She tied on her faded pink bathrobe, cranky and miserable in her uncombed hair. Some used dishes lay haphazardly on the counter, scattered with a black powder that smelled like bacon crumbs. "Did Crono learn how to cook?" she wondered. Seeing that the only food item sitting out on the cutting board was a carton of eggs, probably not.

Gina strolled over to the staircase and called for her son to clean up his mess. Nothing. Robo wasn't sitting where she had left him the previous night, either.

She groaned, aggravated. "These kids don't tell me anything anymore!" In a flash, Gina threw on a sweater and some shoes, accidentally stepped on the cat's tail, and then ran over to the Ashtear residence. She rang the doorbell, and five minutes later Taban cracked the door open.

"Gina! What brings you here in the middle of—er, on this fine morning?"

"Where's Lucca?" she screamed.

"Calm down, calm down!" Taban urged her. "Mistress, uh, I mean, Lara will get upset." Gina tried to peer through the door, but Taban was hiding out of her sight. "Listen, Lucca isn't home right now anyway," Taban said. "She said that Crono and some friends of hers were all going on a vacation and they'd be back in a few days."

"And you let her run off after she completely disappeared once before?" Gina couldn't believe Taban had grown so irresponsible!

"Relax, Gina. We used to go out on trips all the time when we were kids."

"But we told our parents!"

"We did?" he asked, opening the door slightly. He seemed to be wearing some kind of nightgown.

Gina thought back to when she and Taban had stowed off on a cruise to Choras for a week. "No, I guess we didn't. It's just... different on the other side of the fence sometimes, that's all."

"Well I'm here for you, Gina."

A screech erupted from behind him. Taban did an about face, giving Gina a flash of his g-string. "TABAN! GET YOUR PATHETIC ASS IN HERE THIS INSTANT SO I CAN POUND IT!"

"Sorry, honey!" He turned back to Gina and whispered, "I gotta go," then slammed the door, barely missing her nose. Defeated, Gina returned home.

Life settled in to a routine for a few days. She cooked her meals, fed the cat, tidied the house, made Crono's bed—which managed to continue getting dismantled despite his absence, walked to the market, washed dishes, did the laundry, and performed every other menial task she had abhorred as a teenager. "What happened to me?" she blurted out. Four days had passed since her son left. Gina remembered the surreal trip to Bekkler's tent, and how the strange man had told her she was searching for that younger visage again. "But that isn't me anymore." She saw her reflection in another pristine dish, aware of another wrinkle forming. Angry, Gina tossed the plate on the ground, and it shattered into hundreds of pieces. "I'm a middle-aged shut-in washing dishes for nobody." She sat on the couch, burying her head in her arms. "I'm just like my mother."

Gina wondered if her mother ever felt this lonely and worthless at the same age; at least SHE had not lost her partner, so she had somebody to fuck. "Damn it! Why is it that I can only think about sex?" she vented. It was true. Whether she had fantasies, bemoaned her physical appearance, or yearned for a past lover, all Gina's mind could come up with for the past week was how much satisfaction her encounters with Marle, Janus, Robo, and the pink sex toy had brought her. "I'm pathetic! "I'd almost screw an alligator at this point."

As soon as she'd said it, the door swung open as if on cue. She darted her eyes toward the light. In walked Crono, followed by a cheeky-looking Marle and a small, ill-looking man wearing a cape. "Gina! How have you been?" Marle asked, running up to the rising woman and practically tackling her with a hug.

"Just fine, dear," she said sternly, glaring daggers at Crono, whose deer-in-the-headlights face read 'Oh shit.' Gina broke out of Marle's embrace and marched toward her son, grabbing his neck. "You've got a lot of explaining to do, mister!" He couldn't breathe, so he didn't speak. "Don't give me that silent treatment, Crono. I want to know where you've been, why you didn't tell me, and what protection you've been—"

"Pardon me."

She craned her neck toward the small man. His chin was inflated and vibrating, almost like a... "Dear me..." He WAS a frog. A frog wearing a cape, with a humongous blade sheathed at his side. Gina's voice faltered. "Crono! How many times have I told you to keep your pets outside!"

"M, madam..." the frog started. She backed away, releasing Crono, who gulped in a mouthful of air, panting. Frog stepped forward and bowed to Gina. "I am NOT a pet! Though I am... odd of figure, I am a master swordsman!"

"It TALKS!" she said, no emotion detectable in her voice. Marle chuckled nervously. Gina tripped over her words. "Er, I just thought, I mean..." First the robot, and now this? She took a deep breath. "I'm terribly sorry, uh, Mr. Toad?"

Frog seemed agitated. "NO! Mine name is..."

Gina backed away, feeling threatened. "Y-Yes, dear?"

Frog palmed his face, and then relaxed. "Toad will do for now." He had grown sick and tired of going through this with every person he met, but it was to be expected.

Gina turned back to her son, who had a dumbfounded expression on his face, not unlike her husband's when she had yelled at him. "So I suppose I'm running Gina's Hotel Service again, hm?" She smirked, folding her arms. "Would you care for me to make breakfast tomorrow morning this time?"

Crono nodded, but Marle punched him in the shoulder. "No, no. We weren't planning on staying long. We were just making a pit stop after introducing Frog here to a friend."

Gina turned to Frog and noticed him juggling a few bubbles. Curious. "I suppose a night's respite might prove useful to us in our coming mission," the amphibian stated, catching the bubbles in his left hand and popping them. What a weird accent, Gina thought.

"What do you think, Crono?" Marle asked. He shrugged, and Marle turned back to the widow. "While we're here, we have a little errand to run in Porre, and I wanted to drop by my house and see if my father might let me in." Gina noticed the girl carrying a pack of beef jerky in one hand.

Gina raised an eyebrow, and then threw her arms up in the air. "Whatever," she mumbled, then walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Toma's Spirits, her favorite wine.

"Thanks!" Marle leapt in the air, pleased as punch. She and Crono headed toward the door, but Frog stayed behind, gazing at the bottle and the woman gripping it. His companions turned back to him. "What's wrong, Froggy?"

"I shall wait here, Sir Crono. You won't be long, correct?" he ribbited.

"Nah, we'll be back in an hour or so," Marle said, waving good-bye.

The kids left, and Gina plopped on to the couch, tugging at the cork.

"Allow me," Frog offered. Gina smiled uneasily and handed the wine to him. Then, Frog did something that made her yelp. He stuck his pink tongue out, it wrapped around the cork, and he yanked the obstruction off effortlessly. "There we are." He handed the bottle back to Gina, tossing the cork on to her coffee table.

Gina stared at the wine, then giggled. "Seems like being a frog has its uses, huh?"

"Yes," he said, taking the seat next to her. Frog looked up at the woman, and she looked back. An understanding passed between them.

"What is it, dear?" she asked.

"Thou art like me," he croaked. She seemed puzzled, hoping she hadn't sprouted any warts, and took a sip of Toma's Spirits, passing it to her new friend. "I mean, thou hast lost something important, and thou art on a quest to retrieve it. Thine eyes tell me all." He drank up as well, careful not to leave any slime on the bottle's opening.

Gina seemed surprised, but nodded. "Something tells me we might need another bottle of this by tomorrow morning," she said. Frog smiled, the memories of his last campfire conversation with Cyrus brewing over the pungent smell of Toma's Spirits.
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