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Ficlet - "I Decided Heaven Can’t Have You" 
5th-Jul-2006 09:16 pm
Grave Lying
Fandom: Charmed
Title: I Decided Heaven Can’t Have You
Author/Artist: decadentdream
Characters: Wyatt & Bianca, their kids
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Belongs to Spelling Entertainment and all other associated people. I take full right to Bianca and her kids and um the future life that won't be *sobs*
Summary: Death isn’t easy for anyone. How do you explain it to your children and how will they cope?
Word Count: 1,169



“How are we going to tell them?” Bianca asked.

Wyatt sat on the couch across from her, Patrick standing between his legs and hanging onto his two fingers for support as his tiny legs wavered trying to keep him upright.

“Just tell them,” Wyatt said with a shrug, just as clueless about how to approach the situation as she was. He knew their children were smart enough to understand but he, like Bianca, feared just how upset they would be hearing this tragic news.

Bianca screwed her face up slightly, turning her head towards the open archway. “Matthew! Chrystal!”

It pained her to see their joyful faces appear as they raced each other down the stairs and into the room. She didn’t want to take the light from their eyes and the smiles from their faces.

“What, mom?” Matthew asked.

“Um, sit down a minute. I want to talk to you,” she replied, fidgeting with her wedding band.

Matthew sat in front of her, one knee propped up and the other foot positioned under his leg. It reminded her of how she’d often see Chris sit. Chrystal, on the other hand, sat cross legged, her hands on her knees and her back rigidly straight like she was at school. Wyatt lifted Patrick out of the way and onto his lap. The young boy clutched at the neck of Wyatt’s button-up shirt as if afraid his father would drop him. With her head bowed, Bianca moved her fingers to idly lace one another, contemplating how exactly she could do this.

“Mommy?” Chrystal pressed.

“You know how we tell you to keep away from dangerous places?” Bianca began, not meaning to lecture them but simply to remind them of the warning. Chrystal nodded. Matthew played with the toes of his shoes, barely looking like he was paying attention. “Well, it seems like it’s harder to make animals listen. He was very badly hurt and… Banjo’s gone.”

Matthew looked up disbelievingly. Chrystal’s mouth dropped open, staring wide-eyed at her mother.

“Forever?” she inquired with a child-like innocence, her bottom lip dropping.

Bianca nodded; her daughter’s reaction enough to strike her with a deep pang of guilt, as if it were her fault this had happened and she was purposely shattering her children. “I’m afraid so, honey.”

Chrystal scrunched her face up as a child would who feels both excessively angry and upset. The tension on her features radiated through her body as she pushed herself to her feet and raced out of the room back upstairs. Bianca looked sorrowfully towards Matthew. His lower lip trembled and his eyes filled with tears as he languidly pushed himself up from the ground, taking a step towards his mother. Bianca opened her arms wide, pulling him towards her, holding his hand against her shoulder as he cried. Gently she placed her lips against his hair then rested her cheek against him as she looked up to Wyatt. His expression was nothing short of encouraging, his arms tightly wrapped around Patrick as the young child grabbed at his collar, trying to pull the triangular point into his mouth.

“I’ll… see if she’s okay,” Wyatt offered, adjusting Patrick in his lap. He lifted the small child up and placed him in the bassinet on his way out.

He made his way up the stairs and lightly rapped on Chrystal’s open doorway as he entered her bedroom. She didn’t look up. Her attention was focused on the puzzle before her as she telekinetically moved the farm animals back into place.

“What are you doing?” he asked, taking a seat next to her on the bed.

“Putting the animals back where they belong,” she explained, moving another piece into position.

Wyatt was silent a moment, processing what she’d said and deducing the relevance it had to what she’d just been told.

“You do know you can’t bring him back?” he queried gently. She twitched her mouth slightly.

“You made Grams come back.”

“I consulted her spiritual essence, princess. That’s not exactly the same thing.”

Pursing her lips, Chrystal looked up to him. He could see just a glint of Bianca in the anger that flickered within her eyes.

“Why did Banjo have to go away?” she questioned irritably. Wyatt sighed and lifted her onto his lap, brushing away the hair from her face and loosely putting his arms around her.

“You know how daddy gets called away to help people? Well that’s kind of what Banjo did for you guys, only you don’t need help anymore. Everyone’s put here for a reason, and when they finish fulfilling that duty then they don’t need to be here anymore and they get taken away.”

“Does that mean you’re going to die when people don’t need your help anymore?” Chrystal asked sadly.

Wyatt paused, thinking. It was amazing what children could come up with. He’d never thought of that happening before, and he certainly didn’t want that to happen.

“No, because I have to look after you,” he replied.

“But who’s going to look after us when you’re helping someone else?” Chrystal pressed.

“Then mommy will look after you.”

“Mommy’s not always here,” Chrystal grumbled. Lightly Wyatt patted her, drawing her attention back to him.

“Do you know what familiars are?” he asked. She shook her head. “They’re animals that help and protect witches like you. When me or mommy or Matthew or Patrick aren’t around, then you’ll find there’s going to be an animal that’s always going to look out for you and watch over you. Generally they’re cats, but there are lots of other animals that they can be. You could even have a panther following you!”

“Like Bagheera?” she asked, brightening a little.

“Yup.”

“I’d rather have Baloo,” she said. Wyatt laughed.

“You can have whatever you want, sweetie. Just as long as it doesn’t destroy the house,” he said, placing her back on the bed. He headed back towards the door but stopped partway, looking back and cautioning her as he remembered his own terrible misdeeds as a youngster. “Um, don’t try to get them out of The Jungle Book though. And don’t encourage your brothers to do it for you.”

“Yes daddy,” she said, smiling wryly.

Wyatt met Bianca out in the hallway. She looked at him considerately and he nodded, signaling things were okay.

“Where’s Matthew?” he asked.

“Sitting out in the backyard by the tree. I’m actually a little relieved he didn’t run off somewhere,” Bianca confessed. “What’s Chrystal doing?”

“Playing with a puzzle. But… I’d hide The Jungle Book if I were you.”

“Why?” she asked curiously. Seeing the sheepish look on his face she became more serious. “What did you promise her?”

“A bear or a panther.”

“Wyatt!” she chastised.

“I didn’t mean to give her ideas! It just… came out,” Wyatt tried to explain.

“You hide it then,” Bianca said. “I have to make sure our third child hasn’t taken the opportunity to get up to some mischief while we were distracted.”

Comments 
6th-Jul-2006 02:41 am (UTC)
This story made me sad, I remember losing our pet dog when I was a girl. Poor sweet kids, but Bianca and Wyatt did just the right thing! Hehe, I can see them trying to pull animals out of books!
6th-Jul-2006 03:15 am (UTC)
Aw :( *hugz* It's all okay.

Um yeah you know what I'm glad about? The fact I did those character bios for the kids because it gave me a clearer idea on how they'd react.

Wyatt & Bianca are good parents *nods* Although they have to be super cautious cause knowing that they're their children they're capable of anything with all those magical genes ;) hehe. Must be disconcerting.
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