Storybook Story

Title: Storybook Story
Author: Tripp3235
Fandom: Using The Princess Bride soundtrack.
Rating: G
Beta By:slynn6776 and jilliford
Disclaimer: Again, I have no idea what category this falls into, it’s an original story based on a song I copied from PB’s soundtrack. I also have to admit that the nickname of “Sweetness” was totally ripped off from Days of Our Lives.
Info: If any of you have ever paid attention to the closing credits of The Princess Bride, you know there is a wonderful song that is played at the end of the main theme. I always wanted to write a fanfic based on that song. So here it goes.

“Are you ready?” Brandon asked.

Sophie simply shrugged, letting Brandon know something was bothering his daughter.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Looking up at him with her mother’s blue eyes, Sophie quietly said, “I don’t want a song. I want to hear a story.”

Brandon sighed. It was bedtime, and Sophie was used to one of two rituals, depending on who put her to sleep. Sophie was obviously wanting her mother, Cassie, which meant hearing an original bedtime story. Brandon knew…his own ritual of simply singing a song to his daughter…was not enough anymore. Singing Sesame Street songs had worked fine when she was really young, but now she felt she had outgrown all the kid stuff. Cassie, being so smart and creative, created her own stories. Over time she had perfected the art and now Sophie wasn’t going to expect anything less. She really was taking after her mother, Brandon thought, she was so much smarter than your average five year old.

“You know your mother tells you a story, and she had to work tonight,” he said. Sophie nodded, she understood her mother’s job sometimes meant she had to work nights.

“I know,” Sophie said meekly, already learning the way to speak to her Daddy to get what she wanted, “I just thought maybe you could tell me a story.”

“We could go get one of your books from the shelf and I can read it.”

She shook her head, “No, Daddy, I want to hear a story you made up.”

Brandon sighed. He wasn’t good at this. He loved spending time with his daughter, he was bound and determined to be a better father to her than what he had growing up….but when it came to making up stories that a young girl would find appealing scared him silly.

“Little Sweetness,” he said, using his nickname for her, “your mother is so much better at that than me.”

Sophie eyes grew wide as she said, “Oh, I know, I just still would like to hear you say one, Daddy.”

In spite of the predicament, Brandon laughed a little. Seeing the sincerity in her eyes, his resolve gave way and Brandon nodded his head, “Ok, but promise me you won’t make fun of it.”

Sophie smiled as she knew she had won and lay back in her bed while Brandon sat on the edge, giving himself a little time.

“Ok, well, once there was this lion named Leo….”

“Hold it,” she interrupted.

Brandon stopped and looked at her, “What?”

“I don’t want that kind of story.”

“What do you mean, that kind of story?”

Sighing herself, Sophie said, “I want a regular story of real people. Not one of silly animals.”

Eyeing her suspiciously, Brandon replied, “Uh-huh. Real people?”

Nodding, she said, “Yes, Daddy. Real people. A girl and a boy…in love.”

“Um,” Brandon said, not liking where this is going, “that’s not the kind of stories I know, Sophie.”

“You can do it, Daddy, they are easy.”

“They are?”

“Yes, you just have to know the rules.”

“What rules?” he said, trying to remain as serious as she was.

“First…if you have to get the um…mood for the story.”

At this he almost cracked up, “Mood? How do you know what a mood is?”

“Mommy told me,” she said matter of factly.

Brandon could believe that, if there was anything Cassie would know about was moods, “So what kind of mood should it be?”

“A love story. The mood tells you it’s a love story.”

So he grinned at her and said, “So I need to start off with….’Once there was this boy who loved this girl…”

Her groaning at his inability to grasp the simple art of storytelling interrupted him, “No. Daddy!”

“I’m trying,” he apologetically said.

“I know,” resolving herself, Sophie said, “You are going to need some work. Maybe you should discuss this with Mommy when she gets home.”

He grinned, “So she knows these rules?”

Sophie nodded, “Yes, of course, she does. All girls do.” Brandon grinned as he kissed his daughter and turned off the light. That was certainly the truth.

Later that evening, Brandon heard the door open and he turned off the TV watching his wife come in, “How was your evening?”

Cassie groaned, “Long. Remind me again why I decided to become a doctor?”

“Because you are in incredibly intelligent, smart woman who was basically running the hospital anyway when you were simply the nurse?”

Cassie stopped in the kitchen and looked at Brandon, “No, I believe it had something to do with you talking me into it, pumping me up with false praise and allowing me the fantasy I’m not too old for this.”

“You aren’t too old,” Brandon snorted. If she was too old at 34, then he was old too at 37.

Cassie sighed, she wished she could believe that. She was just glad she was home now. After getting her sandwich, she sat down at the breakfast table, “How was your day? I guess Sophie’s gone to bed. Did she have a good day at Kindergarten?”

Being reminded of putting his daughter to bed, Brandon said, “Yea, she is. Um, she did. Listen, Sweetness, we have some work to do.”

Cassie looked up from her sandwich, “Work?”

“Yea, Sophie has decided she doesn’t want me to sing anymore songs…”

“Well, I don’t blame her. You sing those dumb songs like from Barney and Sesame Street…”

“I know that.”

“You have a good voice. You should sing some older songs or maybe make up your own…she would love that.”

Getting frustrated, “Yea, I know. She wants me to make up a story like you do,” Brandon stopped so that Cassie wouldn’t choke on her food.

“You? Make up a story?” she asked through bites.

“Yea, what’s wrong with that?”

“Oh Brandon,” Cassie began, not wanting to hurt his feelings, “you are funny and good at stuff like making up limericks and such, but…it’s not really humor for a five year old.”

“You could give me a little credit, I’m not about to tell her one of my limericks.”

Cassie paused and looked at Brandon; he was obviously wanting to do this for her.

Thinking about it, she said, “Maybe you could do a story in limericks, NOT those kind, you know what I mean. Just make it like a story.”

“A love story.”

Giggling, Cassie said, “Actually it’s a storybook story is the way she put it to me. Her favorite stories were the one fairy-tale like ones where the prince rescued the princess. Her favorite parts were the end where they head off into the sunset. That’s what she is looking for. However she never wants me to repeat a story to her so it’s gotten difficult to come up with new themes on this.”

“Yea, and I’m so good at those kind of stories anyway,” Brandon said with a frown.

“Brandon, you are good at being romantic. You never fail to surprise me. If you could just put that into your story…”

“I’m good at singing to you. I can sing stuff. I can’t just…make up a story in a song can I?”

Cassie nodded, “Why not?”

“Well, first, would it go with the rules?”

This brought laughter from Cassie, “Right, the rules. Those are easy.”


“No they are simple. First it must be a storybook story or fairy tale love story. Second it must begin with “Once Upon a Time” and third it must have a happy ending. See, basic storybook stuff.”

“Easy for you to say,” he replied. He knew his daughter, Sophie was going to expect something the very next night.

As the week went by Brandon had tried to live up to his daughter’s expectations on what a storybook story was…but each time he would wind up disappointing her in some way. Most of the time it was because he couldn’t figure a good way to get the two people to come together, riding off into the sunset together.

Sophie felt that he just wasn’t understanding the rules and needed to work on them. She even had him write them down over the weekend as they tried to work on a story together. The whole thing was actually funny, especially to Cassie, who thought he was just trying too hard. But Brandon felt like he was disappointing his daughter, something he was always worried he would do. Cassie told him that was making too big of a deal with this, but he couldn’t help the way he felt.

That Monday, when Brandon picked Sophie up from Kindergarten, he knew something was wrong. Usually she couldn’t wait to tell her father about what all happened at school, but when he picked her up she kept her head down and looked sad. It looked like she had been crying.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she replied, her voice cracking.

He asked a couple of more times but she put him off each time. Knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere at school, he decided to take her home and try to pry it out there.

Waiting on getting home didn’t work either as she had his gift for holding things in and not sharing when she was upset. It had taken Cassie forever to work that out of him, and now he appreciated what his wife went through back then since he was experiencing the same thing now with Sophie. He wished he could talk to Cassie about it, but tonight she had to work the 2nd shift at the hospital and he didn’t want to worry her when there was nothing she could do about it.

Learning from the techniques that Cassie had used on him, namely not giving up by constantly badgering, he finally wore his daughter down by dinner time. It seems this boy at school, Chester, had teased her in front of his friends and her feelings were hurt.

Knowing there was more too it than that, Brandon asked, “Chester? Haven’t you talked about him before?”

She nodded without looking at him.

Remembering Cassie telling him that Sophie had a crush on a boy at school, he asked, “Is this the boy you like?”

Looking up at her father, she said, “I did. Not anymore.”

He smiled knowing it’s not that easy to turn off your feelings for someone he pressed on, “What did he say to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Maybe later,” Brandon knew his daughter well enough to know that she hated to cry and probably was scared she would start again if she told him everything that happened.

“You know, just because he’s mean to you…well boys are…different. I mean, when they like a girl they will tease them…”

“I have heard that before,” she interrupted him.

“Yea, I know you have, Little Sweetness. I guess there isn’t anything I can say that will make you feel better is there?”

She shook her head, “Can I just watch a movie in my room? Please?”

It was already late in the day but he knew she just wanted to get her mind off the lousy day she had. He said, “Sure, what do you want to watch?”

“The Princess Bride.”

He nodded, taking the movie into her bedroom. She sat down at the window seat while he set it up to play. He turned and watched her as the movie began. It was funny how she could be so much like both him and Cassie. She was smart, beautiful and creative..which was so like Cassie but then she was sometimes a loner who preferred to solve things on her own which was too much like himself.

Walking back to the kitchen to wash the dishes, Brandon wondered if there wasn’t anything he could do. He was probably focusing on this as much as Sophie was, and now all he wanted to do was come up with something that might make her smile. His standard jokes all seemed lame right now.

Putting the last dish away, Brandon noticed a piece of paper. He smiled when he saw it was his and Sophie’s “list” about how to write a proper story. Reading them out loud, he grinned as he thought that Cassie was right….it was a simple list. With his attention to the note card they had used, Brandon’s mind focuses on the TV playing on his daughter’s room, and the theme from the movie came on.

I can’t just…make up a story in a song can I?

Knowing how his daughter loved The Princess Bride, he suddenly got an idea. Checking the time….he knew he was going to have to really be fast but maybe…he could give her a story after all.

Sitting down at the table, Brandon began writing.

About the time the movie was over, Brandon had finished. He got up and walked down the hallway. He saw that Sophie had turned off the TV and was still sitting in the window. She actually looked sadder now than she had before. Taking one more glance at what he had written, he placed it in his back pocket and cleared his throat. Sophie looked at him.

Come my love, I’ll tell you a tale
of a boy and girl and their love story
and how he loved her oh, so much,
and all the charms she did possess.

Sophie was looking at him with a strange look on her face. As if she wondered if she should know the song. Smiling silently, he began walking towards her.

Now this did happen once upon a time
When things were not so complex.
And how he worshipped the ground she walked on.
When he looked in her eyes, he became obsessed.

By this time he had made it to her by the window. She was smiling now, realizing this was her story she had wanted. He got down on his knees so he could be at eye-level with her. This was a lot easier than he thought it would be.

My love is like a storybook story.
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel;
it’s as real as the feelings I feel.

He paused here because his daughter was smiling at him.

“Do you like it so far?” he asked nervously.

“More,” is all she said.

At that, he continued.

He said, “Don’t you know I love you oh, so much,
And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?”
She said, “Don’t you know that storybook loves
Always have a happy ending?”

With the next line he picked her up suddenly, getting a giggle out of her.

Then he swooped her up, just like in the books,
And on his stallion they rode away.

He then put her in bed and sat down on the edge.

My love is like a storybook story.
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it’s as real as the feelings I feel;
it’s as real as the feelings I feel.

He was done now. Looking in her eyes, she grinned at him. Brandon asked, “Feeling better?”


“Good,” he said. Then he reached down and kissed her cheek, “goodnight.”

As he was walking out of the bedroom, she stopped him, “Daddy?”

He stopped and turned to look at her, “Yes little Sweetness?”

“Will you…will you sing that to me again tomorrow?”

He turned off her light so she couldn’t see the smile on his face, “As you wish.” With that he closed the door.

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