I'll Love You Forever-Part 6

Disclaimer: Not mine! I'd be rich it they were... and I'm not rich... so please don't sure me...you'd get two fat cats and a screaming, pinching, spitting, bitting two year old girl.
Author's note: Heather is mine... Amie is mine...I made them.. they MINE... and this is my idea of Heaven, I intended no harm when i wrote this... I hope you enjoy!


In All His Glory





But couldn't we just bend the rules this one time? Heather asked.

She was standing in a great hall, the only color in it was a gleaming, bright white. Clouds and blue sky swirled around the ceiling of the great hall. At the far end was a simple white table, and at the end of it sat a man robbed in white, large white wings sprouting from the back of his robe. The man looked like he was no older than thirty five, but Heather knew for a fact that he was almost as old as the creator himself.

Heaven sure was beautiful. Heather loved being here, when she arrived here herself she was so glad to be rid of the pain that her death had caused her. it wasn't everyday that a plasma conduit explodes on you, and boiling hot plasma splattered all over you. It's not everyday you watch as the hot plasma melts your uniform, then your skin. The pain from the melting skin was enough to make anyone beg for death. but when she saw that bright light in front of her eyes, felt it consume her, she didn't feel the pain anymore, or the fear. She just let her life float away from her body and walked through the golden gates of heaven. she never did look back, not even to say good bye to her loving husband and three children. She knew they would be safe, that they would be ok after she died.



Heather quickly snapped out of her reverie and turned her attention back the man sitting in front of her.
I'm sorry Michael... I was just remembering... what were you saying? Heather looked into the tall angel's eyes then.
I was saying that it is possible to bend the rules.. and I could take it up with the creator myself... but I believe that it would be better if you asked him.. yourself He watched her expression just then, knowing that a look of complete surprise would wash over her face, and it it.

Heather gulped. You want me to talk to... HIM? She asked as she jabbed a thumb in the direction of the ceiling.

Michael laughed then, his deep smooth voice resonating throughout the great white hall.
of course! You asked for this special request... you deserve to see it through He chuckled softly again and then wiggled a finger for Heather to come closer to him.
Heather was still caught off guard but walked closer to the famous angel.

the creator isn't that bad you know He whispered into her bent ear. He's actually really nice He chuckled harder then as heather's face turned from shock to slight annoyance at his sarcasm.
Well.. are you in a right mood today! Heather said with a slight huff in her voice.
Fine.. I will speak with The Creator myself then! She said as a determined look came across her face. Michael just nodded and rose from the table and motioned for Heather to follow him.
This way then, Heather..
Heather suddenly wondered if she was getting in over her head as she stepped through an arched doorway after Michael.

~*~*~*~*~
Shalimar was wandering around heaven, when she stumbled on something. When she looked over at it she realized right away what it was-A large window.

What is a window doing on a cloud? She asked out loud to no one in particular.
When she brushed away the clouds around it her jaw hung open like it had loose hinges.
A window.. to look out... Suddenly a realization formed in her brain and she smiled.
For watching loved ones...what a great idea
Shalimar looked around her then, wondering if she was allowed to use this new found treasure. Seeing no one she shrugged and decided to take a chance. Peering down through the window she watched as the window automatically went to where her loved ones were, Sanctuary.

As the window traveled through Sanctuary, she saw it stop outside of Emma's bedroom door, then moving into her room. There, On her bed was the slender, red headed Psionic. She was crying. Emma had her head buried in her arms, her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably from her sobs. Shalimar knew why she was crying and when she heard Emma's voice call out it just confirmed her guess.

Shalimar.... oh i miss you so much
Emma's voice was drenched in grief and all Shalimar wanted to do was reach out and soothe her beloved friend. When she tried to just that the window became a barrier. Shalimar sighed and just watched her friend weep. Then the window moved on, back through Emma's door and out into Sanctuary again. This time it headed for the Lab, where Adam was. Shalimar watched as it came close to Her leader and seemed to sit down next to him. Adam was sitting at his Lab computer, like usual, but this time the screen was blank. His face was scrunched up into a painful, worried, grief-ridden look. his shoulders were hunched over and strained, her was unconsciously rubbing his his forehead with his finger tips and his was mumbling something that Shalimar could neither understand or completely hear. Shalimar sighed again, as a small tear flowed down her cheek. As the window moved on shalimar wished she could touch them again, hold them in her arms to tell them that she is all right, that everything is all right. When the window stopped again she found herself in the meditation room with Jesse, which was confusing to her as Jesse never really visited that room very often. When she looked at him she saw what he was doing to himself. He was scrawny and sickly looking, like he hadn't eaten in days. His face held so much pain and sadness that it was taking on a sadistic look to it. When Shalimar looked down at Jesse's hand she saw him wrap a elastic band around his hand tight and leave it there, watching as his fingers turned an ugly purple color, then he would release the band and do it all over again, this time for longer and longer. Shalimar watched this and more tears flowed down her cheeks. The window moved on again, quickly traveling through the halls to the work out room. There was Brennan, hitting the punching bag, he had a stern look on his face as he went at the bag with all his pent up anger and grief. He began to hit the bag quick and hard, over and over and soon he was yelling out his frustration. When he stopped he just sunk to the floor, breathing heavy, tears falling from his eyes. He was hurting, he began to rock back and forth on her knees, trying to comfort himself. Shalimar sobbed as she watched him, then completely looked away, finding it hard to see her strong love falter like that. The window seemed to knew when she had enough and it moved off and back to the view it held before it took her on this small journey
Shalimar stood then, still sobbing softly. They are still so hurt... I wish i could help them She turned away from the window and headed back toward where she came. As she came closer to the area where most of the other were she quickly wiped her tears and headed for the great white hall.


~*~*~*~*~
Heather was shown to the outer area of the Creator's and she sat quietly on a fluffy cloud-like chair, wringing her hands together nervously. She looked up when she heard someone call her name.

Heather Fox? When Heather nodded the young woman smiled and waved for her to stand. He will see you now she said with the smile spreading wider on her face. If you will follow me, I will take you to his audience chamber Heather nodded and followed the young woman.
The creator has an audience chamber? She asked with a hint of surprise in her voice.
why? would you rather talk to him while he's in the tub? The young woman asked as she raised her slender eye brow at Heather.
I see your point Heather conceded. The pair weaved through many long corridors and up a winding stair case. How big is this place! Heather asked as her breathe became shallow and quick. the young woman smiled and winked as she headed for a large arched door.
It's not that big.... here we are She said as she pushed open the large door just enough for Heather to slip through. He's waiting for you she whispered then gently shoved Heather through the door and closed it behind her.

Heather Was wide eyed at when she saw. There, in a blaze of bright light was the creator, or what she could see of him anyway. He was sitting on a thrown like chair, his large feet just barely sticking out of his long white robe.

Umm... what do i call you? My lord? The Creator? Heather's voice became small then.

Call me God, if that makes you feel more comfortable The creator said. His voice seemed to flow through Heather then, as if it was more than just a voice. Heather blinked. ok.. god it is then... She swallowed the lump in her throat.

You've come about Shalimar.... He said in a all knowing voice. Heather's mouth gaped open then.
How did you know about that? She asked startled.
I am God, I know all things... even what's in your heart Heather Fox Heather blushed then, feeling silly for even asking.
I have come about Shalimar....I think she should be granted life again.. Heather Said softly, without looking up at the creator.
And why do you think this? The creator asked warmly.
she is my ancestor... as you know... and you know that if she doesn't have a child, none of my family line will ever exists... i will never exists. Heather's fingers were tapping a soft rhythm on her thigh as she said this.
I do realize this, but don't you think I would have thought about that if i were to bring her to heaven before her time? He asked in his soft voice again.
I know you would have... but I can't see any other way of fixing this situation.... can you? Heather asked as she looked up into the bright light. the Creator laughed then, his rich, warm tone filled the room.
You are a smart one Heather Fox, just the way I created you... Yes you are right.. there isn't any other way to fix this... I almost had the same problem with you when you came home to me.... Heather was shocked to hear this. You mean you almost sent me back too? She saw the Creator nod then before her spoke.
Indeed.. but I created Amie... she wasn't your replacement but the next best thing I could give your family... and She has become a great asset, don't you think? It was heather's turn to nod then.
So.. God.. will you send her back? Heather face changed to one of sweetness as she said this. The Creator laughed again at her smile.
Yes... I will...

Heather smiled widen and she ran into the Creator's arms then. He hugged her tight and placed a small kiss on her forehead.
Now go.... Tell Shalimar the news.. make haste make haste! He playfully chided as she placed her back on the ground and gently pushed her on her way. Heather ran for the large door, but stopped and turned back to The Creator, smiling.
I love you She said simply and headed through the door.


~*~*~*~*~

Shalimar was lounging in a fluffy could when she heard someone calling her name, she looked up and saw Heather Fox running toward her.

Shalimar!! Shalimar!! Heather called. Shalimar stood up and ran over toward Heather.
What is it? What's wrong!? Shakimar asked with worry filling her voice. As heather caught her breathe, she looked up into shalimar's eyes and smiled.
Nothing is wrong! Something is right! She said gleefully. Shalimar was confused and raised an eye brown at Heather.
The Creator... God... He is sending you back! Heather cried joyfully and hugged Shalimar. Shalimar was still confused.
What do you mean sending me back... i'm dead.. my body is gone.. I can't be sent back! She said forcefully. Heather Sat Shalimar down and let her lean her head on Her shoulder. The Creator has taken care of that, Shalimar.... he knows all.. even what's in your heart...Trust in him Shalimar started to cry then and let Heather Wrap her arms around her and rock her back and forth.

I'm going home She whispered.