Disclaimer: "Covington Cross" and its characters do not belong to me they belong to their creators and are being used without permission. Please don't sue because I have no money.
Author's Note: In Memory of Glenn Quinn who Played Cedric as well as Mark Healy on Roseanne and for a little while Doyle on Angel. I don't know if Cedric was the youngest or just the youngest brother. If anyone knows please tell me.
Cedric Grey walked out of his father's house and ran towards the woods. He was so tired of being treated like a baby. He knew that he was the most like his mother, but that didn't mean that they had to protect him. His father was trying to send him away, but he didn't want to go. He wanted to be like his older brothers, but didn't know how. They had tried to do this before and he thought that his father had gotten out of sending him away. Even Eleanor was not being sent away.
The sky turned gray as he walked through the woods, but he didn't notice. He had gotten so into the woods that he didn't know where he was. The wind picked up and the rain came down. He looked around trying to find a place where there was covering so he wouldn't get soaked. He found a tree where the branches were low and thick, so he huddled under the covering. He looked around and wondered if his father would be looking for him.
Falling asleep he didn't hear them calling for him. The rain had changed from falling down in a straight line to horizontal and he got wet while he slept. His father found him curled up under the tree and picked him up. Even then he didn't stir as he carried him home.
When he woke up he found that he was in bed in his room. He wondered how he had gotten here, but it didn't take long for him to find out. His father came in and looked at him as he looked at his father.
"I was worried when you didn't come home and then the storm came up suddenly."
"I had to get away because you were sending me away again and I didn't want to go."
"I know that now. When I found you wet under the tree I picked you up and brought you home. You didn't even stir when I picked you up. You had a fever for a day. You are the child that reminds me of your mother so much and that's why I try to protect you. I know that you're not a baby and I'm sorry that I keep on treating you like one."
"I'm sorry that I worried you dad."
"I know you are and I'm sorry for what I did."
"What's going to stop you from not doing this again?"
"You tried to send me away before."
"I almost lost you this time, but I won't lose you again. I'm sorry."
He watched as his father left his room and looked out the window. He knew now that his father would stop sending him away now. He smiled as the new day greeted him.