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This is the first time I’ve actually seen any of this episode. (Because no, I still haven’t watched; because I’m still pissed off. They took away my Finn & they fucked up Frucien.) I cried. Over a YouTube video. Poor Freya…her eulogy to Finn, she loved him so much.

The following was something I wrote this morning to go with a Tumblr IM RP I have going with @pastandpresentdanger. If you were ever wondering if there is a limit to how much you can post in an IM, the answer is yes, there is. 😊 I loved this so much, I had to post it here for others to read! I hope you enjoy! *~*~*~*~ She wakes up when it's obvious Finley's done trying to eat. She puts a small cloth towel on her shoulder & pats his back until he burps. She wants to get up & go to Mikaela, but she knows she can't, her legs would never make it. So she rolls over, spooning back against Tristan's chest, Finley cradled to hers & she falls into a deep sleep. For the first time in a long time she dreams of Finn. Finn not as the little boy she remembers, but the tall, handsome man he became, so vividly she would have sworn he was in the room with them. "Finley, hum?" He smiled down, looking at the baby in his big sister's arms. "Finley Elijah; my two best friends in all the world." Her voice was soft as she looked up at him, the proud & even noble man he had become. He gave a soft snort of amusement, "Well, he'll be called 'Finn' I'm sure, middle names are just that, a name that doesn't get used." It's a subtle dig at Elijah that he can't help but make. She smiled knowingly, recognizing the teasing dig for what it was. "Would you like to hold him?" Finn looked awkwardly concerned. "Oh...Freya...I haven't held a babe since Heinrik was born..." He folded his hands behind him, even as he looked longingly at the dark-haired babe nestled at his sister's breast. "You were fine with Heinrik, you'll be fine with Finn." She emphasized his name. "Please? I want to remember seeing him in your arms...my Best Friend & Brother holding my first born son, who is named for him. I know it's just a dream, but please, it's all I ask, you won't hurt him, besides, he's asleep anyway." Finn's expression saddened at her words but he nodded his head. Very gently he scooped up the bundle of soft blankets that cocooned Finley, cradling him against his chest. Despite his unwilling words to hold him, he held him perfectly, head supported, body firmly held in place. His expression shifted to one of wonder as Finley opened his large, dark eyes to look up at Finn. He didn't start to cry, he just looked up as if to say: 'Hello, Sir; who are you?' Finn smiled, "Hello, Little One, I am your Uncle Finn. That's a good, strong name you've been given, both of them actually. I know you'll do us both proud." He smiled & leaned down, kissing the baby's forehead. Finley didn't fuss, he only continued to watch Finn, his eyes moving over his face as if memorizing it. The baby's eyes moved to a pocket square crumpled down in the corduroy coat he was wearing & Finn actually flushed as he pulled it out. It was soot gray with a tiny yellow full moon with a little black bat in front it it. It was meant to be folded to be seen, not crumpled down. "Sage picked that out, being Halloween & all..." He looked embarassedly away from Freya to the baby. He took the small square out & stroked the baby's cheek with the soft fabric. Finley cooed leaning against it, trying to grab for it with uncoordinated fingers. Patiently, Finn waiting until Finley made a fist around the square before letting go. "Happy Birthday, little Finn, perhaps someday you'll wear that in a coat pocket." He smiled as the baby tried with all his might to rub his own cheek with it, it wasn't going well & he was getting frustrated. Freya chuckled softly taking the baby as Finn handed him back. She smoothly wrestled the pocket square from him & began to rub his cheek with it. "Or perhaps it'll be worn through from rubbing his cheek, but either way, thank you. Thank you for visiting my dreams tonight...I miss you, Finn." Her eyes were full as she looked up at him. "I miss you too, Sister. I promise, you'll remember me more as he grows up. I'll always be nearby." He bent down to kiss her cheek. "Sleep Sweet Freya, you need it." He whispered, & by the time he stood back up, mother & babe were asleep, Freya dutifully holding the square of fabric against Finley's chubby cheek. He watched the beautiful scene as long as he dared but left as the sun was coloring the sky pink & his sister's husband began to stir. He slipped through the house to the room where his Niece slept. He smiled widely at her flaming red hair, she looked like a little Irish princess, not the Scandinavian Queen her mother was. He leaned over her crib, giving her a soft kiss to her cheek. "You'll be as good to Finn as your Mama was to me. And you will have a devoted brother for life. Uncle Finn loves you both." And with that he was gone as morning sun filled the baby's room.

(Frinn)

::UGLY SOBS:: MY BABIES!!!!!