Title: "Dear Mother…"
Author: AngelBabs81
Rated: K
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea behind the fanfic. I am not a writer and this is for fun and enjoyment. I do not make money off this piece of work. If I did, I'd still be broke.
FYI: A short (one chapter) fanfic idea that came to me in the middle of the night. I haven't watched BatB in awhile and maybe if I watch the episodes again, I'll be able to continue my previous fanfic ("Past Meets Present"). But until then… I hope you enjoy this short one.
"Father," a young boy of nearly eight years old spoke as he entered the chamber he shared with his father.
His father turned to look at the young boy, so much like himself. "Yes, son?" he answered, putting the book he was reading aside as the boy climbed onto his lap.
"I was talking to Eric about mom's death and how much I miss her," the boy continued slowly, resting his head on his father's chest. "He told me that the community wrote letters to his sister when she died and sent them by burning them."
"I remember," the father spoke.
"Can we do that for mom?" he asked, a little eagerness in his voice. The boy looked at his hopeful.
"Let me talk to Father and see what he says," the man spoke, clutching his son closer.
Returning moments later, the father returned, smiling.
"Can you help me write one to mom?" the boy asked eagerly.
Sitting with the younger boy in his lap, the father began to write what the boy was saying:
"Dear Mother,
Though I know you are somewhere better, I miss you. And though I don't remember you, I look at a picture of you every night. You are always in our discussions. Daddy and I like to imagine what you would have thought about certain events since your death. Daddy and Father always tell me stories of your adventures. And Daddy can't stop reminding me of how beautiful you are… were. I have never been to your world, Above, but Daddy promises me that one day I will be able to.
I love you and miss you,
J.C. Chandler-Wells"
Vincent squeezed his son softly. "Now, I am going to write a letter to your mother. Go get ready for bed."
As his son got ready for bed, Vincent took another sheet of paper and wrote his letter.
"Dearest Catherine,
Jacob has grown up beautifully. He has your eyes and your personality. But, alas, he has my temper and looks like me. I continue to promise him that he will be able to go Above one day, but I fear it will never happen, unless it is at night. You know what is in my heart and though I can not express them on paper, I want you to know that I love you and miss you dearly.
Yours truly and always,
Vincent"
The 8th anniversary, which doubled as Jacob's 8th birthday, arrived, and a small gathering of people who knew Catherine, and some who had only heard stories, gathered around a small fire. The last two to place their letters in the fire were Vincent and Jacob. Holding his son close, they kissed the envelope and tossed it in the flame. The two set of eyes, one set blue and the other set hazel-green, watched as the paper turned to ashes and floated up into the world Above and to the Heavens.
Vincent pulled Jacob closer as tears escaped both eyes. The crowd departed, leaving the two alone. But where they? Vincent reveled in the feeling that Catherine was nearby, smiling over them.
The End