I saw no heaven (but in her eyes)

by ember_80

Summary:

After the events of Season 2, Wednesday goes to find Enid, accompanied by Uncle Fester and Thing. Will Wednesday find her friend or something completely new?

Notes:

I watched the finale and have been sick ever since. This is what came of it.

Chapter 1

The motel bed squeaked as Wednesday shifted her weight onto it. Uncle Fester had been on the road for hours before they got to Quebec. If Enid was at a consistent pace, she should be in the next town over. Wednesday leaned her back on the wall of the bed, she placed Aunt Ophelia's journal in her lap as she found her place under the drawing of a raven and along with an object she didn’t recognize. Aunt Ophelia's handwriting was thick, inky, cursive, it was clear fountain pen was used on the pages. Wednesday eyes scanned the bottom of the page. 

 

Mortica claims to have witnessed visions as well– “lovely things” she insists in her grating, ethereal way. She doesn’t seem to be concerned about mastering her ability though. Not that I agree with Mama about much but, I don’t understand how one goes through life completely “Que sera sera”. Patience comes much too easy for my sister.

 

Wednesday took a breath taking in what she’d read. Her mother really hadn’t changed in all these years. The thought almost made her chuckle. Her mother tended to let everything run its course. Like Aunt Ophelia had written “Que sera sera” whatever will be, will be. Was Aunt Ophelia referencing that dreadful song? 

 

Wednesday’s nose scrunched in disgust. She reached into her vintage suitcase, retrieving a pen and her notebook. She took notes on what her Aunt had written carefully to pay attention to every detail, every question she had, every connection she could make. By the time she’d read a few pages half the notebook was full and the digital clock read 4:03 in that bright red lettering. Wednesday looked toward the drawn window. It was almost dusk, she could feel the sun about to start pooling into the room. She let out a huff as she closed the diary and then her own notebook, putting it in her suitcase gently. 

 

Wednesday relaxed her back against the wall again looking into the dimly lit motel room. She closed her eyes remembering Enid’s face. Enid’s bare face, when she was in their dorm room, and Enid dragged her to watch movies on her laptop, passed lights out in the perfect night. Her face was barely visible, only able to be seen through the laptop’s light. Light freckles spread across her cheeks, her skin flushed with anticipation before whatever that was on screen– that Wednesday wasn’t paying attention too, her eyes lingering on her roommate's face for a bit too long. How her hair was reminiscent of a mop that had been used for decades, maybe even centuries. Her sheepish smile after she had an outburst that showed her teeth. Her eyes looked like they glowed in the light, blue and airy, like the sky on a clear spring day. Enid was like sunlight in Wednesday’s cloudy storm. Light where Wednesday was dark, loud where Wednesday was dark, Enid was always surrounded by people– her pack. While Wednesday had preferred solitude at least up until recently, when she was met with an obnoxious blonde for a roommate. 

Then a different face flashed in Wednesday’s mind. The wolf. Teeth sharp, snarling at her, but its eyes were soft. Blue. It was Enid all the same. Wednesday could never be scared of her. Why had Enid run? Was it the beast inside of her or had Enid decided to go? Did she not believe Wednesday to keep her word? How could she believe that? Wednesday was her pack. They were in this together, why hadn’t she seen that? It was Wednesday’s fault she’d transformed in the first place, for that Wednesday was willing to pay any price. She would do anything for Enid. For her friend. For her family. 

 

Wednesday was snapped out of by Uncle Fester bursting into her room. His laughter was manic, giggling out of control, what had he done? The smell of ash met Wednesday’s lips. Arson. How could he do it, without her? Before he spoke, she was already picking up her suitcase and leaving the room as if she had never been in it. Even arson couldn’t excite her. All she could think about was Enid. She had to find her. Enid had to know she wasn’t alone in the world. Enid would never be alone, not as long as Wednesday Addams roamed on Earth. Even if she wasn’t she’d find a way to get back to her. She’d crawl through hell itself. 

 

Chapter 2

Summary:

Wednesday doesn't find Enid, reads some of her Aunt Ophelia's diary, and almost gets everything she wants.

Notes:

hey, i just started school so i will likely be updating this on sundays. thank you for all the support!

Wednesday leaned down, her eyes scanning the prints in front of her.

 

Enid.

 

It was easy to tell, for Wednesday it was easy considering how often she'd seen the traces. Wednesday bended over looking closer as the traces disappeared. Where was she? Wednesday took a deep breath, one of her braids sliding onto her shoulder. She put her hand over one of the paw prints, her fingers dug into the ground, she willed her head to lean back. She craved that familiar feeling of flashes flooding into her mind. It didn't come.

 

Wednesday stood abruptly, dusting her hands off, she frowned watching as the prints disappeared. She swore to protect Enid and she'd failed. Her lips twitched, as her eyes stayed trained on the prints. She folded her arms and suddenly her hands were wrapped around her. Like she was hugging herself. She immediately pulled her hands away and walked back to Uncle Fester's— or rather a stolen car. She sat in the passenger seat.

 

"Any luck finding your wolf, kid?" Uncle Fester asked, he was eating a can of slugs, shoving them down his throat with vigor. Wednesday slumped in her seat, she clicked her seatbelt in.

 

Wednesday wasn't naive, she understood what was happening to her. She knew she cared for Enid. Enid was one of the only people she'd ever consider a friend perhaps she was Wednesday's best friend. She knew that the overwhelming about of grief that filled her should be considered normal. Anyone would feel that with the loss of a friend but, Enid wasn't lost. Enid was very much alive and out there. Why could Wednesday find her? She was a detective. If she wasn't good at this, what was she worth? If she couldn't find the one person that made her— if she couldn't find Enid, how could she be trusted with anything else? Enid was everything.

 

"No." She replied, her voice low, she looked out of the window. Thing tapped something but Wednesday didn't look. She thought of what else she could do. How else could she find Enid?

 

"You'll find her." Uncle Fester said, likely trying to comfort her. Not that Wednesday needed it. She was fine. Enid would be safe and with her.

 

"I know," Wednesday snapped, turning her head toward Fester. She knew, she should control herself that she was being rash and stubborn and letting her pride get to her. She'd learned enough this year to recognize that. Wednesday just couldn't stop it. She needed Enid back. Enid needed her to be strong. She had no time for… complicated feelings. She had enough of that when she'd taken a liking to Tyler.

 

Wednesday turned around away from Fester as he took off toward the horizon. She didn't know where they were going but, she allowed him to go on. She opened her suitcase grabbing the diary inside of it. She opened to another page.

 

The visions have been getting worse. Every time I touch something, I see her. A ghostly girl wearing all black she has raven hair. She looks like Morticia. I don't understand what's happening to me. Mama won't help. 'Tish simply doesn't understand— not that I can blame my darling sister, everything seems to come easier to her. This isn't happening to her. Perhaps something is wrong with me. Maybe I'm the stain on the Frump family tree.

 

Underneath was several paragraphs were scratched out unreadable, The next few pages were torn out presumably by Ophelia herself. The next few pages were detailed drawings of the girl, though Ophelia never drew the girl above her shoulders. She dressed almost in pilgrim fashion. Always in black much like Wednesday herself.

 

Ophelia's diary flung out of her hands as Uncle Fester came to an abrupt stop. Wednesday's head snapped up ready to glare at him when she noticed why he stopped.

 

Enid.

 

Before she could think Wednesday was out of the care and bolting toward the large wolf that was previously her slightly tall roommate. She was in the middle of the road, her back on the hot pavement. She must be sweltering. Werewolves already run hot. Wednesday remembered being in Enid's body. She remembered the warm feeling in her chest. She'd always liked the idea of being in Enid's skin. It wasn't a horrid experience. Though Enid certainly made it worse for her. The thought almost made her smile.

 

She was almost there. Enid was right here. Then the wolf got up staring at her for a few seconds. It's eyes wide and looked less like Enid's more of the beast— not that Wednesday minded. She took a step closer putting her arm out to show she meant no harm. Wednesday wanted to pet her. Why did Wednesday crave Enid's touch? She stepped closer when the wolf didn't move.

 

"Enid." Wednesday said, it was slow and stern. No more running away. She stepped closer to her, she let her hand drop onto the wolf's nose, she stroked her fur gently. It was damp from the summer heat or something from the forest.

 

Enid tensed, her eyes becoming more and more human like the longer Wednesday held eye contact with her. Though no other part of her resembled her human self. Wednesday's furrowed her eyebrows, as she felt a knot in Enid's fur. That was a mistake. Enid's eyes became more animal like and she jerked away from Wednesday.

 

"Wait." Wednesday commanded, "Enid." Wednesday said frantically a crack escaping herself but, she was too late. Enid was running away again, her tail tucked between her legs.

 

No.

 

No.

 

Wednesday was already following her into the forest.

Notes:

thanks for reading! leave your suggestions or predictions for next chapter.

Notes:

The journal excerpt is from clicking the screen at the right time when I was watching, the next ones will be just me. Tell me what you think! You can give me requests for how you want this story to go. Thanks for reading, have a good day!