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anythingdrabbleTitle: Ghostly Passages
Fandom: The Addams Family
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Wednesday, Thing, Gomez/Morticia
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Wednesday misses her family.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Anything Drabble 246: Thing
Warnings: Future Drabble
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She tenderly strokes the knuckles of her best friend as she gazes out onto the moonlit garden. There have been so many memories made there, memories of her Papa courting her Mother, of her Mother's youth, and of her own childhood spent torturing her brother and random animals and dollies. There will be many more to come, she knows, pressing her free hand to her growing belly as lightning strikes the dark sky and Kitty growls from somewhere behind her.
There are many more to come, and not just because of the child growing within her. She watches the figures dancing down below and sees one couple in particular amongst them stop, while still held in each other's loving arms, to peer up at her. She feels the hand beneath hers shiver. Then he jumps up and down excitedly before plastering a raised thumb to the chilled windowpane.
"I know, Thing. I miss them too," Wednesday whispers at the night wind whistles through the room. It snuffs out the lone candle, but she's always felt at home in the darkness. "It's silly. We know the dead are still with us. I can even see them. It's silly that they cannot be here, cannot know their child..."
Thing hops up and down again. She makes soothing noises while stroking him until he at last lays still in his velvet-laden box. She misses them too, but rules are rules. The Addams have never bowed to mankind's rules, but there are rules greater than mankind's. Those rules, they have also attempted to break, but every time they have, they have suffered for their attempts, or their children or children's children or children's children's children have suffered.
Wednesday blows a kiss out the window. Thing at last settles down beneath her fingers. "Besides, it is not forever. We will see them again. We will dance and play with them again. They will know their children and grandchildren." Her voice was quiet, but the issuing thunder was so loud and ominous it shook the entire, ancient mansion.
Wednesday looked down at the hand beneath hers. He had stopped moving completely. She wondered if he had fallen asleep. She wondered if Things even slept, and not for the first time, she wondered to just which ancestor the severed hand that had rocked her cradle actually belonged. But she let him sleep, or so she thought, as she turned and passed from the room.
She was like a silent ghost herself moving about the mansion of which she was now the lady. With Pugsley incarcerated and all the elder Addams gone, she was left with only Lurch and Thing for company. Lurch, Thing, and the baby she carried... She made soothing sounds to her daughter who would carry on the great legend that her own mother had passed to her.
Behind her, Thing did not sleep but rather thought of all the Addams who had gone, all who had come, and all who had yet to come...
The End
Fandom: The Addams Family
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Wednesday, Thing, Gomez/Morticia
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Wednesday misses her family.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Anything Drabble 246: Thing
Warnings: Future Drabble
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She tenderly strokes the knuckles of her best friend as she gazes out onto the moonlit garden. There have been so many memories made there, memories of her Papa courting her Mother, of her Mother's youth, and of her own childhood spent torturing her brother and random animals and dollies. There will be many more to come, she knows, pressing her free hand to her growing belly as lightning strikes the dark sky and Kitty growls from somewhere behind her.
There are many more to come, and not just because of the child growing within her. She watches the figures dancing down below and sees one couple in particular amongst them stop, while still held in each other's loving arms, to peer up at her. She feels the hand beneath hers shiver. Then he jumps up and down excitedly before plastering a raised thumb to the chilled windowpane.
"I know, Thing. I miss them too," Wednesday whispers at the night wind whistles through the room. It snuffs out the lone candle, but she's always felt at home in the darkness. "It's silly. We know the dead are still with us. I can even see them. It's silly that they cannot be here, cannot know their child..."
Thing hops up and down again. She makes soothing noises while stroking him until he at last lays still in his velvet-laden box. She misses them too, but rules are rules. The Addams have never bowed to mankind's rules, but there are rules greater than mankind's. Those rules, they have also attempted to break, but every time they have, they have suffered for their attempts, or their children or children's children or children's children's children have suffered.
Wednesday blows a kiss out the window. Thing at last settles down beneath her fingers. "Besides, it is not forever. We will see them again. We will dance and play with them again. They will know their children and grandchildren." Her voice was quiet, but the issuing thunder was so loud and ominous it shook the entire, ancient mansion.
Wednesday looked down at the hand beneath hers. He had stopped moving completely. She wondered if he had fallen asleep. She wondered if Things even slept, and not for the first time, she wondered to just which ancestor the severed hand that had rocked her cradle actually belonged. But she let him sleep, or so she thought, as she turned and passed from the room.
She was like a silent ghost herself moving about the mansion of which she was now the lady. With Pugsley incarcerated and all the elder Addams gone, she was left with only Lurch and Thing for company. Lurch, Thing, and the baby she carried... She made soothing sounds to her daughter who would carry on the great legend that her own mother had passed to her.
Behind her, Thing did not sleep but rather thought of all the Addams who had gone, all who had come, and all who had yet to come...
The End
