3 February 2004 - How does one pick up the pieces?

Written by Nessa

Rebekah

Rebekah sat outside with Filipo and Terence, who were chasing each other around, about a metre in the air.

"Mum?" Filipo said, floating down in front of her.

"Yes, love?" Rebekah answered.

"We... miss Dad."

Terence nodded.

"But..." The twins looked at each other. "We like Jono."

"That's good then. I'd hate to have to stop seeing him because you didn't like him," Rebekah replied seriously.

"But, mum?" Filipo sat down on the ground with her. "We don't have to call him Dad, do we?"

Rebekah smiled, tears gleaming in her eyes.

"No, you don't."

"Are you... is he going to become our dad?" Terence pressed.

"I honestly have no idea, baby boy. Why the questions?"

"Just curious!" they said in unison.

"Sorry I'm late!" Meg exclaimed, coming outside. "There was a crisis with, oh never mind, I'm here now."

"Thanks again for doing this," Rebekah said gratefully. "I would take them with me, but I think it's something I needed to do by myself."

"Oh, it's no problem. It is our job," Meg replied, smiling. "Ah... well, I'll see you when you get back."

"Oui. Merci," Rebekah said again, then kissed Filipo and Terence goodbye and headed for the garage. She hopped in Gwen's car and drove away from the school, heading for the cemetery where Ian was buried.

She parked the car and got out slowly, walking to his grave and sitting by it, gently running a hand over the headstone.

"Hey," she said softly, a tear already sliding down her cheek.

"I miss you."

~*~*~*~

Meg sat down on the grass and pulled out her sketch pad. She lazily sketched in the scenery, while Filipo and Terence played around.

Filipo was levitating again, going pretty high to test his limit, while Terence was on the floor, chasing a lady beetle.

"AHHHH!" Filipo screamed, as his power cut out, and he plummeted head first to the ground.

Meg jumped up to get him, but it was too late.

Terence let out a loud shriek and ran to his brother, going pale and holding his head slightly, as identical bruises formed on his body.

Meg knew before she reached Filipo that there was no hope.

He was dead.

Terence made a wavering cry and fainted. Meg scooped him up in her arms and darted down to the medlabs, then called for help.

~*~*~*~

Rebekah's head snapped up.

"Non..."

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