Title: Holes In The Floor Of Heaven

Author: Pale Orchid

Rating: PG

Summary: She's always watching over them.

Category: General

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Sweep/Wicca characters or anything even remotely Sweep/Wicca related. I'm just a poor Aussie girl with too much time on her hands.

Archiving: You got it.

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Authors Note: I heard Steve Wariner's song Holes In The Floor Of Heaven this morning and these little scenes wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote them down.




Holes In The Floor Of Heaven.



Chapter One: When Grandma Passed Away





The birthday cake and candles sat on the table untouched. They candles had been lit and blown out, but no one had wanted nay of the cake. The mood was solemn and dark. An eight year old Hunter sat on a chair in the corner, having been told rather roughly, by an older cousin, to stay out of the way. His nose ran and his eyes watered. The watched the adults move from room to room, whispering things, and continuing to glance his way.



He picked himself off of the stool and walked towards the door. It slid open easily and he slipped out. Finding solace under a nearby tree he sat and let his tears fall. As his crying turned to sobbing, Hunter pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his face on them.



All too soon her felt another near him.



Go away. I don't want to talk. He said, his voice sounding like gravel.



Oh my dear boy. Come here.



Hunter allowed his mother to gather him up in her arms, rocking him.



Why? Why did she have to die?



It was her time my Giomanach. The Goddess had more use for her than we did. She needed Grandma more.



He raised his face from her shirt and stared at her.



I needed Grandma more than She did. I still needed her.



Fiona smiled sadly at her son. I know you did. I did too.



The pair sat under the tree, the silence broken only by Hunter's sobs. Fiona continued to watch the sky. Dark grey clouds were rolling in and it seemed as though they would be crying with them this day. It reminded Fiona of something. She glanced down at her still young son.



Let me tell you what Grandma told me, when my Grandmother died.



Hunter looked up at her and waited.



She sad to me; Now don't be sad child, your Grandmother, my mother is watching you today. You see the sky above that threatens to burst with rain? Well they are the layer below Heaven, where the Goddess and God live. And there's holes in the floor of Heaven. When it rains it is the tears your Grandmother is shedding because you are so unhappy. That's how you know she is watching, wishing she could be with you now.



Fiona looked down from the clouds and back to her son.



So, if you ever feel lonely, you only have to remember that she can see you. Through the holes in the floor of heaven, she's watching over us.



So, when it rains, it's Grandma crying, because I'm sad?



She's crying because she can't leave Heaven and comfort you, my darling. But she will always be watching you, even if you can't see her.



Hunter nodded and snuggled back into his mother's embrace. He sniffed and whispered, Doesn't make it hurt any less.



No, it doesn't, does it.



End Part One.