This story is AU. In this particular story, Todd hasn't been married to Blair and doesn't have any children with her.
~*~o~*~
"How will we get there?" Todd asked Tabitha.
*Will we fly on our magic wings?* Todd was thinking, considering Tabitha continued to insist her mother was dead.
"In the car, of course," Tabitha answered.
"Yeah, right. Gotcha," Todd said with just a hint of surprise. He suddenly assumed he would die in a car crash. Then he, Marty , and their little girl could all be reunited somewhere within the great beyond.
"Whatta way to die," Todd mumbled as Tabitha walked over to the couch and picked up her yellow stuffed bunny, her favorite toy of all.
"Daddy, I am ready to go," she told him, placing her little hand in his.
A few minutes later, Todd was helping Tabitha into the back seat of his vehicle. He put the seat belt around her, snapping it into place. "Don't you need a car seat, Tabby?" he asked her, a slight frown upon his face.
"No, I don't," she responded. Todd nodded. He supposed a little supernatural child truly had no need of a car seat.
"Well, let's go then," Todd said as he shut the back door and climbed into the front seat. He started the engine, and they were on their way.
"So, where exactly are we going?" Todd asked as he drove down the long, winding road which lead away from his mansion.
"Llansing, Pennsylvania," answered Tabitha. "I was born there."
Todd frowned. Llansing, Pennsylvania? He remembered the name of that town from somewhere... But where had he heard it? As they were driving, a creepy feeling crawled up Todd's spine. He remembered the news broadcast he had heard on the T.V. eleven days ago when Tabitha had came to the door. The broadcast had mentioned the relocation of a cemetery.
"Tabby, does this have something to do with the relocation of the cemetery?" Todd asked his daughter.
As Todd glanced at his child in the rearview mirror, he saw her give him a mysterious smile. Todd just continued to drive, knowing they wouldn't make it to Llansing until early afternoon. Try as he might, he couldn't get over the eerie feeling he had as though each tiny hair on his body was raised slightly on end. What the hell would he find once they got there?
~*~o~*~
Tabitha had been quiet during the drive, and Todd was certain she'd fallen asleep in the backseat. "Tabitha, are you okay back there?" Todd called out as they rolled into Llansing city limits. The sign along the road had read : Llansing, Pennsylvania. Population 11,971.
"Daddy, STOP the car!" Tabitha suddenly screamed.
Startled, Todd lay his foot upon the brake. He'd never heard Tabitha cry out before and it made his heart pound. "Tabitha, what is it? What's wrong?" Todd asked as he pulled the car over along the side of the road.
Todd looked up and suddenly he saw it. The cemetery! The words on the wrought iron gate read : Llansing City Cemetery. As Todd stopped the car, Tabitha opened the door and jumped out.
"What are you doing?" Todd cried out to his daughter, but he saw a flash of yellow as she ran away from the car.
Tabitha was running as fast as her little legs would take her toward the cemetery. Hurrying out of the car himself, Todd ran after her. "Tabby, come back!" Todd called out. He nearly tripped on a raised patch of earth as he tried to catch up with her. How could a little four year old girl run so fast?
"TABITHA!" Todd yelled.
Todd realized then that he had lost her. He didn't see Tabitha anywhere. There was nothing to see but row after row of graves. Some were fairly new, but others were old and crumbling. A feeling of dread overcame Todd when he slowed his strides and looked all over for Tabitha.
"Tabitha?" he said in an almost-whisper as that eerie, creepy feeling had come back to him full-force.
*Ohhh God, where is she? I lost my child in a cemetery,* Todd was thinking.
That's when he saw IT. Todd stopped in his tracks, staring at it as he sucked in his breath. There on the edge of tall marble gravestone sat Tabitha's little yellow bunny.
"Ohhh my God!" Todd said in a gasp. There on the stone was etched her name: "Tabitha Anne Saybrooke." The date on the stone was four years ago today. His baby girl had died.
"No... no..." Todd uttered as he fell upon his knees.
The little bow she had worn in her hair blew in the breeze as it was tied to the corner of the stone. "No..." Todd spoke in a deep, heart-wrenching sob.
Sorrowfully, it was time to face the painful truth: His baby girl had died.