Title: Angel's Wings

Author: WonderUnderTheSkies

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: Not mine, except Rosie and Josh

Uh...Hi? please don't hate me! haha. I'm sorry this has taken so long, life just got crazy, and all forms of writing (except academic), have sadly been put on the back burner. I will try update this as much as I can, but please don't hold me to that. A warning that this chapter does contain some sad content and mention of character death (sorry!), and is not the light fluffy stuff I usually write. I do hope you enjoy it all the same!

"Daddy, why is Mummy so sad?"

Jack looked up from his spot on the couch to find his two children standing in the doorway to the living room. Silently, he beckoned them over, placing Josh on his lap whilst curling his spare arm around Rosie. At six and three, Jack hadn't really expected his children to completely understand the whole situation, and completely understood their confusion over their parent's behaviour in the past twenty-four hours.

"Well, you know Grandpa Finklestein?" Both children nodded their head, although Rosie had a better grasp of the conversation. "He's gotten quite sick," Jack said carefully, waiting on her reaction before continuing.

"He's going to get better, right?" Rosie looked up to him, her eyes shining in the dusk sunlight that streamed in the windows. Jack sighed, Dr. Finklestein had been loved by almost all residents of Halloween Town, and when the news that the good Doctor had contracted consumption, it had swept through the town like wildfire, rattling it to it's very core.

"The thing is Rosie," Jack paused, thinking of the best way to say it before continuing, "Some people, when they get really sick, they have to go away for a long time."

"Why?"

"Well, sometimes, the only thing that will make them better are the angels in the clouds," Jack waited, watching as the gears in Rosie's head turned, processing this new information.

"So Grandpa Finklestein has to go away to see the angels for a long time?" Rosie asked. Jack nodded, as his heart broke at her sad tone. It wasn't fair that a child so young needed to be educated on death, and yet here they were. The world was a cruel place at times. Rosie sat for a while, silently trying to wrap her head around a concept that was beyond her years. Josh and grown restless on Jack's knee and had squirmed out of his grasp to go find his toys. Rosie then slid off the couch and went in search of her mother.

It didn't take her long, Sally still slightly hiccupping from where she lay in bed. Rosie silently slipped into the room, curling up in the empty spot in front of Sally. Rosie reached up and swept the stubborn tears that had clung to Sally's nose. The pair lay for a while, soaking in each other's energy.

"Please don't cry, Mummy," Rosie said with the innocence only six year old could possess. Sally quietly whispered an 'okay' back and tucked back the loose strands of hair that had fallen onto Rosie's face. "Grandpa Finklestein will go to the angels, but we can see him again someday," Sally didn't have to heart to tell her that she probably wouldn't see her Grandpa after he went to the angels. Instead, she kissed to little girl on the forehead and pulled her closer. Together, the pairs breathing evened out, and they slumbered on into the afternoon.

p.s. Dr. Finklestein isn't technically dead (yet) but I am sorry if you liked him a lot. I don't really know what time period (if any) that NBC is set in, but consumption seemed to generally fit. Also, for those who don't know, consumption is a less formal name for Tuberculosis. Tuberculosis is a disease of the lungs caused by bacteria. It was, and still is, a very serious disease, and before the discovery of a antibiotics that alleviated it in the 1940's, it was pretty much fatal.

This information is what i remembered from my high school project, and was backed up by a quick google search. My apologies if anything stated above is incorrect.