SMB:HAPPY TURKEY DAY!

Rayna:It's about time you started to type agian!

SMB:HEY! I HAVE been typing for your information. It's just that the chapter I've been working on is a little slow, so I decided to write about what happened the day after you were born to make up for it.

Rayna:O.o...You've got to be kidding me...

SMB:*Shakes head back and forth*

Rayna:I DON'T WANT TO SEE WHAT KIND OF THINGS YOU'RE ABOUT TO PUT MY MOM THROUGH! THAT IS IT! I'M OUT OF HERE! *Walks out door*

SMB:I DON'T PUT ANYONE THROUGH ANYTHING MORE THAN THEY ALREADY HAVE GONE THROUGH! She'll be back...MAN it is quiet without anyone to threaten. Oh well,-

SMB:Disclaimer-I do not own the Secret Saturdays.

*11 Years Ago (the day after Rayna was born) in the town of Pine Front (the town Rayna was born in)*

What happened? That was the only thing I could think of. I should have flown faster! I SHOULD HAVE FAUGHT HARDER AND NEVER HAVE LEFT!... I knew I had no chance to fight anymore at the end of that day, I was knock out. And I flew faster than I ever thought my jet pack ever would. I opened my eyes and looked at the slightly charred house I had built for us and remembered all the times that Rosie had told me that we should just get a construction crew instead of building it with my old reckless friends that liked to experiment with what they could manage to blow up in a microwave, flare guns, and electric fences. I told her not to worry, but I know that she did. I finally got back to town less than ten minutes ago and my house caught on fire, my wife is missing and who knows what these cops havn't figured out yet.

"Mr. Blackwell," the sheriffs words stardling me out of my train of thought. "We've searched the house, and it looks like the fire started in the upstairs bedroom."

"What caused it?," maybe I could figure this out faster if they would just let me do somthing besides wait.

"Well it looks like a lamp got knocked over and the curtains caught fire... And I'm sorry, we haven't found her y-"

"SHERIFF!" one of the deputies shouted running over. "They found somthin'." His expression was full of sympathy and regret for what he was about to tell us.

"Did they find her?" all of my worry showing in those few words, but I didn't care. I have to know.

*An Hour Later at the Morgue*

Why is this happening? My wife- MY BEAUTIFULL ROSIE... she was dead? With my head in my hands I couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face and my mind was realing.

"Doyle?" I looked up to the familiar voice and saw that it was Becky, Rosies best friend. Her eyes were red and her voice was cracking; it was obvious she had been crying. "I-I j-just got the call. I can't beleive this is happening!" she sat down on the bench beside me and burried her face in my arm, trying to soften her sobbs. I put my other hand on her shoulder and tried to calm her down. Eventually, she stoped crying and the sheriff walked in with a man in a lab coat.

"Mr. Blackwell?" the apparent Dr. William according to his name tag said softly. "I was at the seen of where your wife was found, and it seems she died from blood loss. She had apparently given birth less than an hour before death. The ambilicle cord was only losely tied with a waist string of a pink robe." She had a baby? Whose? How? "And I'm afraid to tell you that the child was never found." There is no way! Wait: December, January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August... no...

"It was yours Doyle," Beckys voice suddenly breaking through the silence that was created by my thought. "She was going to tell you when you got back. She didn't know 'till about a week after you were gone." Her head was down and her eyes were closed.

I was speachless. Utterly speachless. I'm a father... "We need to find it, WE HAVE TO FIND MY CHILD!" I stood up ready to look for the rest of my life for my lost child and the sheriff put a hand on my shoulder and tried to ease me back into my seat.

"Listen to alla' what the docs gotta say sir." I wasn't going to just sit down while my own kid was out there in who knows what. I made a shot for the door.

But the doctor cut off my attempt to storm off and make my own search by all but shouting after me. "The baby wouldn't have much of any chance of living with what amount of blood we found." I stopped dead in my tracks, but I didn't turn around. "An animal-maybe a stray dog come by and took it. We found tracks leading from her."

All of this... it happened over night?... Just a few hours and everything... it's all gone? The sheriff fwalked up behind me and seemed like he was going to say somthing but was cut off by his walky-talky. "Sheriff?"

He picked it up and answered back. "What is it Danny?"

"We've found the kid..." Wait, THEY FOUND IT? I spun around, eager with hope that my child was O.K.. "I'm afraid the kid's in bad shape." Bad shape? No, it has to at least be alive. "We had to shoot the coyote that was eatin' it." No... no. NO. NO! NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! I grabbed the sheriffs walky-talky and snapped it in half. Then, I grabbed the sheriffs shirt and threw him up agianst the wall at the other side of the room. There were other cops standing around and they grabbed and held me back when I went to beat the sheriff more.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT THEM!" I was going out of control in a wave of rage that had hit me just then. HE'S THE SHERIFF! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE SURE THAT THEY WERE O.K.! WHY IS EVERYTHING GONE! No. This is all my fault... they're gone because of me...

*The Next Morning*

I had spent the night in jail for assaulting a police officer, but I couldn't sleep. My entire life that I came back to get was gone. My home, my wife, my daughter... Becky had been a visitor for a few hours and told me about the baby. She left at one point and came back about 20 minutes later with the ultrasound pictures, but had to leave soon after to go back to work. I just couldn't look away from the pictures. She was so perfect... the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Just then the sheriff come up to my cell and unlocked the door. "Come on, you're free to go."

"Why are you letting me out?" He had to get 6 stitches on his fourhead because of me. Why would anyone let me out so soon?

"I had the charges dropped. You've been through enough lattly."

*3 Weeks Latter*

The funeral was one of the hardest parts of this whole thing. It lasted hours and all of our friends came to say goodbye. Becky took the liberty of telling Rosies family about it. I couldn't thank her enough; the only thing I thought I couldn't take anymore than what happened was telling her parents about what had happened. Her older two brothers and her closest cusins were the only ones that came because of the call though. Her parents said that they weren't going to come and say goodbye to a child that didn't deserve it, and that she wasn't thier child anymore anyway. Should've figgured, they wouldn't even come to the wedding, why would they come now? When It was time to decide what to say on her headstone I got together with the closest people Rosie had to her and we agreed to have it read:

"Rosie Blackwell

Wife

Friend

Mother"

We asked the people we bought the headstones from to put her personal religious symbol on it, but they said they had to deny it, they didn't give a reason why for hours until we finaly made them say why. "It's nothing but the devils star! This woman was a mother but she'll only go to hell for abandoning the path to heaven! And I'm not going to help her come back through your satianism!"

Rosies brothers got it out of him. And to be honest, we were all used to people saying things like that. Rosie had been denied job after job in the past for what religious path she chose. She wasn't a satanist, she was what we all called her 'one of the Nature People'. She was interested in using the magick around her that was in nature to help her life and the lives of others.

She never abandoned Jesus. She would always say that Jesus was the first incarnation of the colection of positive energy in the univers. I still can't beleive how long it took her explane it to the point of where I actualy understood what that meant. And she read the bible and could quote scripture better than any preist.

I was always amazed by what she could do. Not anything like in those movies like flying on a broom or turning someone into a frog. She would know when someome was coming for a supprize visit, or when the phone is about to ring. Once when I was driving her home from a movie and stoped at a red light, when it turned green she yelled "Don't go!" and a motorcycle ran by and crashed into a different car. She always knew when something was going to happen, and she always knew what to do before she knew exactly what was going to happen.

We weren't going to waste any time with arguing. We told him to leave the top center empty and later one of her cusins used his chisel to put a penticle on there himself. He was more profetional than anyone else in the state with chiseling anyway.

Before the end of the funeral, everyone left red roses on Rosies grave and white roses on the grave of our daughter, Rosanne Blackwells grave. Becky said that Rosie was going to name her that. The coffin she was barried in was little bigger than a shoe box. I wouldn't look when they were barried. I new that I wouldn't be able to handle too much of this.

After everyone left I stayed and just stood there, talking to them, apologizing to them for not being able to do anything now. After night fall I was still standing there. And I prayed to who ever would listen that they would forgive me. But suddenly, a strong gust of wind brew into my face and the petals from the red roses blew into the air and swirled around into what looked like a tornado. It swirled around me and through the all of the red I saw blue. Her bright blue eyes. Rosies bright blue eyes, and they were full of tears. When I saw them the petals dropped to the ground like rocks infront of me. They spelled some thing. It was in Rosies handwriting. "I have nothing to forgive you for Doyle."

When I left that night I felt like I needed to start everything over. But I knew I would never be able to erase them from my life-I didn't want to, I wanted to leave everything else behind, so I did.

SMB:Well, that's it. I know it's not all Thanksgivingy-is that a word? Thanksgivingy? Well it is now. But I've been meaning to write this for a while, so it is special, just not Thanksgivingy special. And I would like to clarify a few things right now.

1)The baby that was found was not Rayna, it was missing for a while and people gave up on it.

2)I spelled magic like that on perpose. Religious magic is spelled magick.

3)I forgot to put a disclaimer in the first chapter saying that I do not own the lulaby that was sung by Rosie.

4)I'd like to dedicate this chapter to the year of 2007. Because Pagan (which is not an evil religion) symbols were not legaly alowed to be on headstones until April 22, 2007.

5)Losing jobs and outbursts from peolpe to people who are Pagan happen to thousands of people every day. Even though the constitution has the freedom of religion on it clear as day, people are stoped from anything from going into public places to not being alowed into schools that can kick anyone out when they want to getting fired from jobs on the spot with supposedly "not enough money to keep them around."

SMB:And I would just like to say Rayna WILL be back next time, I need some truths and dares for my other storry, and have a happy Turky Day! Now I gotta go before my mom leaves us home and goes to dinner at Grandma's house for dinner without us. BYE! :-) COME ON RAYNA! YOU GET THE WISH BONE THIS YEAR!