Title: Butterfly

Summary: After Jamie dies Landon finds it hard to cope until something truly miraculous happens.

Disclaimer: I don't own Landon or Jamie's dad or Landon's mum or anyone. Only the butterfly.

"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful, nor conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offence and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes." Landon read the quote from the book of quotes that Jamie's mother had compiled. After he finished the quote he seemed ready to cry but he swallowed the urge and continued,

"This was read at our wedding. When it was read I began to realise that this is exactly how love is. My love for Jamie has no mortality. For I will always love Jamie, whatever happens. Her having," he swallowed again, "passed on does not change a thing." Landon smiled to himself and continued,

"I remember her telling me once. God's love is like the wind. You can't see it but you can feel it." He looked over to Reverend Sullivan who had bowed his head.

"Jamie's innocence, and her undying faith, has touched us all. I believe that there is a part of Jamie Sullivan in all of us. She was the perfect girl, woman, wife. I will always keep her here," Landon put his hand over his chest, "In my heart." Landon bowed his head and walked away from the podium and off the stage.

He was greeted by many people and all of them gave their condolences and said they were there for him. But he knew that it was the same regurgitated shit they gave everyone else who had lost someone close to them. Like a wife.

But Jamie wasn't just a wife to Landon. She was a friend, a saviour, a saint and much more. Jamie was more to Landon that these people around him would ever know. The only other person who could possibly understand was the reverend. Reverend Sullivan. They used to call him a tight-ass but Landon didn't give a damn about that anymore.

Landon needed a shoulder to lean on and his own father wouldn't be enough support, even his own mother wouldn't be enough support. He needed someone else who had loved and received love from Jamie Sullivan. The Reverend.

The funeral finished and Landon made his way on the collision course with the reverend. The reverend looked up and saw Landon making his way purposefully to him and he flinched. He dreaded talking with his son-in-law after the funeral, it would be awkward and neither would know what to say. But judging by Landon's face the reverend was the only one who wouldn't know what to say.

The reverend's eyes showed pain and as Landon looked into them, searching for his state of mind he hesitated before approaching the reverend and opening his mouth. But he did, nevertheless.

"Reverend," he averted his eyes downwards as if he was bowing to him and then returned his gaze to the reverend's stare.

"Landon." The reverend replied curtly Landon looked to the side before returning his eyes to the reverend. He looked down again before looking up and eventually gathered up the courage to say what he'd been meaning to say ever since the start of the funeral and the reverend's speech.

Then he lost it.

"If you ever need anyone to...talk to I'm here." The reverend nodded and they stood there for a moment until Landon started to turn away and the reverend said,

"Landon..." He tried to return the comment but his mouth wouldn't work. Landon turned around and looked quizzically at the reverend. The reverend shook his head and just said,

"You take care of yourself now." Landon nodded, disappointed, and turned away and left the reverend standing there. The reverend looked after Landon left and saw him get into his car and drive off. He sighed and started walking home.

AN: Miracle's coming up in the next chapters, don't worry I won't short-change you. Happy times are a while away though, after the miracle. Sorry about that =P.

Luv,

P3