No escapin' the way you feel

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 𝔸𝕊 the camp burned fiercely in the background, casting an eerie orange glow over the faces of those gathered, a sense of urgency and determination gripped them all.

"Come on," Lilith urged Joel from the other side of the fence, her voice a mix of encouragement and urgency. Despite the chaos and danger, she couldn't help but admire Joel's bravery as he stood his ground.

"No. I have to go back. For the others," Joel replied solemnly, his gaze fixed on her and the brothers.

Lilith smiled softly, though her concern was evident. "You're very brave," she acknowledged, knowing the risks Joel faced in returning to the chaos.

Joel nodded resolutely. "And to watch the place burn. You go. Save your uncle," he insisted, his voice steady despite the turmoil around them.

Lilith nodded in understanding, her eyes briefly meeting Wednesday's. He kissed her forehead gently, a silent reassurance passing between them before he gestured for her to go with Pugsley towards the camp van.

"Wednesday, I just wanted to say that what you and Lilith have is so strong and unbreakable, and I can tell that you and her love one another so deeply," Joel spoke earnestly, breaking the tension with a moment of heartfelt honesty.

In Wednesday's mind, the affirmation resonated deeply. "Oh, yes. I love her, flaws and all. She is the moon of my life," he thought quietly, a rare sentiment for the typically stoic young man.

Joel continued, his tone sheepish yet sincere. "I want to say that I am sorry for trying to flirt with Lilith, even though I have to admit, she is beautiful. But I won't get in between you two, and I hope you and I can become friends," he added, hoping to mend any rift his past actions might have caused.

Wednesday regarded Joel thoughtfully for a moment before nodding curtly. "Sure," he replied simply, his manner reserved but accepting. Joel's genuine attempt at reconciliation was enough to appease him.

"I won't forget you guys," Joel said earnestly, a smile tugging at his lips despite the seriousness of their situation.

"You won't?" Wednesday asked, his curiosity piqued by Joel's assurance.

Joel responded with a genuine smile. "Of course not. You guys are too weird," he remarked with a hint of fondness, a testament to the unique bond they had formed.

"Well, even though we might not see one another. We'll always have Chippewa." Wednesday spoke in his mind.

"And this." Joel lifted up Amanda's retainer. Wednesday nodded at him with respect. A honking sound caught their attention, and they turned to see Pugsley in the driver's seat of the camp's van.

"Come on!" Pugsley shouted urgently, breaking the momentary calm with a sense of urgency that matched the escalating danger.

Lilith wasted no time. She climbed out of the van and rushed over to Wednesday, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the vehicle. With practiced ease, Wednesday settled into the passenger seat, pulling Lilith onto his lap, his arms wrapping protectively around her waist.  As the van sped away from the burning campsite, Wednesday silently prayed, his grip tightening around the woman he loved. 

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Meanwhile, back at the Addams manor, Morticia sat in a rocking chair with Pubert nestled in her arms. The soft glow of a nearby lamp illuminated her serene features as she held "The Cat In The Hat" book, reading aloud to her infant son.

"We looked, then we saw him step in on the mat. We looked, and we saw him, The Cat in the Hat." Morticia's voice was gentle, soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding elsewhere.

She glanced down at Pubert, her expression a  contemplation. "Are you enjoying this? To think... a child of mine," she spoke softly, her thoughts momentarily drifting to the uncertain future that awaited her family. Turning back to the book, Morticia continued to read, her voice steady despite the turmoil outside. "I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny. But we can have lots of good fun that is funny," she read aloud, the words taking on new meaning in the context of their current circumstances.

As Morticia reached the end of the page, however, disappointment flickered across her delicate features. "Oh no... he lives," she murmured to herself.

Suddenly, the door to the nursery burst open, and Grandmama rushed in, her expression one of urgency and concern. "Come on! It's Gomez!" she exclaimed; her voice tinged with panic as she disrupted the tranquil scene.

Morticia's demeanour shifted immediately, her maternal instincts kicking into high gear as she shut the book with a soft thud, her attention fully focused on the impending crisis.

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In another part of the manor, Gomez lay in his bed, his normally vibrant personality subdued by illness. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind adrift in a sea of fevered thoughts, softly singing to himself, "Swing low, sweet chariot, coming forth to carry me home..."

Morticia sat faithfully by his side, her usually serene expression etched with worry and sorrow. "My baby is ill, and my husband is dying," she lamented softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke.

Turning to Grandmama, who sat nearby in her customary chair, Morticia sought guidance in a moment of desperate uncertainty. "Oh, mama, what should I do?" she implored, her voice tinged with a mixture of fear and determination.

Grandmama regarded Morticia with a peculiar blend of optimism and practicality, her voice tinged with an oddly comforting tone. "Well, you have a black dress," she offered cryptically, a hint of her unconventional wisdom shining through.

Morticia's gaze turned inward for a moment. A tear rolled down her porcelain cheek, her heart heavy with the weight of impending loss as Gomez's sobs filled the room.

Just then, the bedroom door burst open, and Fester barged in, his usually jovial demeanour replaced by a frantic urgency. "Gomez!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with emotion as he rushed to his brother's bedside.

"Fester!"

Gomez's desperate question cut through the tension in the room like a knife. "Fester, where is Fester?" he demanded, his voice filled with urgency and hope.

Morticia, ever graceful, gestured towards Fester, who was on his knees at Gomez's bedside. "He's right here, mon cher," she reassured Gomez softly, her eyes fixed on her beloved husband's face.

Fester looked up at Gomez, his expression a mix of remorse and determination. "It's me, Gomez. I've tried to be someone I'm not. I lived in shame and the suburbs!" His voice trembled with emotion as he confessed, his posture betraying years of inner turmoil.

Gomez, overwhelmed with emotion, responded with equal parts joy and relief. "But you belong to Debbie! You're Debbie's love toy! You are Mr. Debbie!" he cried out, grappling with the conflicting emotions of betrayal and forgiveness.

Fester's declaration cut through Gomez's doubts like a knife. "I am an Addams!" he proclaimed defiantly, his voice ringing with newfound conviction.

With tears in his eyes, Gomez sat up in bed, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "Fester!" he exclaimed joyfully, opening his arms wide to embrace his long-lost brother.

Just then, the door burst open, and Wednesday, Lilith, and Pugsley rushed in, their voices ringing out in unison. "Uncle Fester!" they cried, relief evident in their expressions as they reunited with their beloved uncle.

Fester turned to them, his heart swelling with love. "Children!" he exclaimed warmly, his eyes lighting up with joy as Pugsley rushed forward to hug him tightly. Lilith, always more reserved, kissed Fester's cheek affectionately before slipping away to check on Pubert.

However, the joyous reunion was abruptly interrupted by a chilling voice from the doorway. "In-laws!" Debbie's disheveled appearance and the madness in her eyes sent a shiver down everyone's spine. She stood there, holding a shotgun in her hands, its ominous presence adding to the tension in the room. The atmosphere in the room had shifted dramatically, from one of reunion and joy to one fraught with danger and uncertainty.

Lilith instinctively drew Pubert closer, shielding him from view as she glanced around, her mind racing to formulate a plan to neutralize the threat posed by Debbie. 

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By: SilverMist707

I hope you all enjoy. Love you all <3