Resurrection

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of JQ. This is not a work for profit; it is simply an effort to drag myself out of a winter funk.

Introduction

Dear Cassidy,

I am so close.

And I mean it. I'm not talking about how I was always "close" to finishing the dishes—or close to starting the dishes. Or that I'm close to finishing sheet rocking the new addition. I mean, I am close. I can feel it. I can taste it. I can see it.

Like how every now and then, I can see you playing in the yard with our baby. I can see the wind tease your silken hair. It makes it dance around you and I am lost in that sight. You pick up the baby and twirl him around over your head. He waves his arms around and his little face splits into the biggest, toothless smile. He looks like you. Everyone says he has my chin, my eyes, but they are wrong. He has your spirit. I see the willow limbs and the tire swing. I see you pushing him and then…then you are gone. He is gone. The swing blows in the wind like an apparition. And I am again alone.

Every now and then, I get real quiet. I close my eyes and I can hear the music playing the day he graduates high school. You are sitting by my side; you arm linked with mine. I can seethe tears welling up in your deep green eyes. I smile and dig a tissue out of my jacket pocket. I roll my eyes at you patiently, but privately I can feel the tears sting my eyes as the man in the robe holds up the diploma and announces…nothing.

My baby has no name. You are no longer sitting with me. I can still feel your fingers laced through mine. The soft pressure of your wedding ring still tingled against my skin. I can still smell you.

I still need you.

Then, just as quickly, I find myself in a graveyard by a lake. I try to close my eyes, to block out the pain and frustration that I always find in this place. I sink to my knees and rest my forehead on the smooth polished rock that bares your name. One hand wraps around it, like holding it somehow means holding you. With the other hand, I reach just to the left of your stone, and I stroke the small stone that simply reads "God's Angel."

Suddenly, I could feel a hand on my shoulder. Tyler asked if I was okay. I told him what I always tell him and turned to the eight people I trust the most. And I told them.

I told them about Benton Quest, the man behind the legends. I'm sure there is nothing in this world this man doesn't know. I have heard tales about him, Cassidy. Tales that would have had our child fascinated at bedtime, and inspired all night while he dreamed. He has had his hand in every major scientific development over the last 25 years. They say he has investigated the natural and supernatural, that he has been everywhere from the depth of the sea to space. They say he perfected time travel.

I told them about his two sons. I felt a small shard of jealousy lodge itself into my heart. The boys were young, handsome, and as intelligent as their father. They are adventurous and loyal. And they are protected. More so than even they know.

I told them about Race Bannon. I told them of his abilities, his service, and the way he's handled himself in combat. I told them to be careful. The man can be very dangerous.

I told them about the girl, how bright and knowledgeable she is. How she soaks up everything she can from her parents, and from Benton Quest.

I watched each of the eight men jot notes down. I paused until they all looked up. And then…then I told them about Osiris. I told them how I am going to get you back.

I am close, Cassidy. So close.

My Love Always.