Caught in the Wind: Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the original 7th Heaven cast, although I do own the plot, so please don't steal it!

A/N: I would like to thank everyone who has helped me through my last story (The Best is yet to Come) and supported me with this. I really wanted to write something with meaning so I'm going to tell you now this story is very loosely based on 7th Heaven. It will be mainly centered on Kevin and Lucy. Other than that please R/R.

Celeste stood in front of the old house. Her blonde hair blowing in the autumn wind. She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked up to the mid-day sky as the smoke rose from the chimney. The house looked the same as it always did, small and cozy. The shutters raddled in the wind, and a shingle fell off the roof smacking the ground.

She made her way down the walkway her hands shaking not only from being cold, but also a bit nervous. Celeste stood still for a moment and then tapped lightly on the front door, but there was no answer. Again she tapped. Just as she was about to leave an elderly man opened the front door, "What can I do for you missy."

Celeste was silent, but she grinned a little to show how happy she really was, "Oh I'm sorry I must be at the wrong house," she said turning to leave, but then the man stopped her.

" Oh please miss, come in. I don't get company very often." She nodded and stepped inside the house. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg filled her nostrils as she entered the kitchen. Just like it always had. The man pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit, "You like hot chocolate, do you not?" She nodded as she took the mug from the kind old man.

" Don't mind me asking, but what's your name?"

She smiled slightly and took a sip of the chocolate, "Celeste."

" A beautiful name indeed. Means heavenly if I remember correctly."

She nodded.

" Your mama name you that?"

" None the less," she said setting the mug down on the table.

" I had a daughter, Cealy, but she grew up and moved out a while ago."

" Do you miss her?"

He nodded his head and looked her strait in the eye, "With all my heart. Like we do the rain in this terrible drought we are having. Cealy was my baby doll."

She nodded.

" Now what have you come here to do?"

She paused, "I grew up in this house. I just came to see it."

" I know how you feel. Things got a sentimental value."

She smiled a little, "Many things happened while I lived here."

She touched the delicate old table, it's once brand new paint was starting to chip.

"You ok doll?"

She nodded.

He stood up, and picked up his cane rested against the table, "Follow me child."

She sprung up and followed him happily. Old pictures rested on a table in their old antique frames. She picked one up and dusted it off, " Who's this?"

He glanced at it and shook his head, "That be Patty."

" Was she your wife?"

" He shook his head, no, Patty-Mary was my sister."

She grinned in delight, for it was obvious. It was all coming back.

" You say that in pass tense. Has she moved on?"

" Yes, ten years ago. From cancer."

" I'm so sorry."

" She was very young. Much to young if you asked me."

" How old was she?"

" 59, be turning 60 a month after."

She nodded and was silent.

" God took my wife like that too."

" I'm so sorry."

" Tis God's choice child," He was silent, " This way."

He walked up the stairs making them creak from the so many years people had lived in the old house. Then he stopped and turned back, " Come, this way."

He turned the rusty knob slightly making light stream through the window. She smiled and he nodded as they both entered the room. She walked over to a tiny twin bed and touched the delicate lace blanket draped over it. The sun set as horses ran through the meadows. She crouched over the bed for a moment then looked to the head of the bed. She pushed herself up and picked up a beautiful porcelain doll.

It was old, yet elegant. Her cheeks a rosy red and her lips their berry red beauty. Her once soft amber hair was ruffled from the many years she had come to life and starting to frizz. Her strawberry curls danced across her face as if it was a ballroom. She held her tight. Heat rushed though her hands to the doll making her feel real, "Felicity," she said to herself with a sigh. She turned to the man and he looked at her in an odd way.

" Are you ok?" She questioned setting the doll back on the bed.

The man started to breath heavily, "Get out of my house!"

She looked at him in shock.

" GET OUT!"

She scurried out of the room and down the narrow steps. Then stumbled off the stairs and looked back only once for reassurance, but there was none. Only the coldness in his eyes, gray with sorrow, "GET OUT!"

As she rushed out of the house the man made his way down the stairs and slammed the door behind her, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He screamed his breath very abnormal, "GET OUT!" He leaned back against the door, An imposter!

A/N: I know that was short but I just wanted to give you some background information. I know it seems like it has nothing to do with 7th Heaven but trust me, it will in time. You might have even catched on how it has to do with 7th Heaven. Anyway please review and tell me if you think I should keep writing.