Hey everyone (: so yes, I've done another sequel. I just felt like the story wasn't complete yet.
This is basically "my" Season 6. Hope you'll like it (:
Let me know what you think, feedback makes me happy :D


Hide And Seek


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1. For You And Your Denial

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Christine kneeled down in front of the oven to check on the cake she was baking. It didn't look good.

"Bloody hell," she sighed, staring intensely at the cake. Heaven knows how much she hated cooking, let alone baking, and she was terrible at it.

Gabriel had been gone for two days, he was somewhere in Florida "on business". For the first time, she hadn't tagged along with him. So now she felt lonely and a little guilty, and had decided to bake him a chocolate cake. Gabriel loved chocolate cakes.

She stood up and sighed deeply, resigned to the fact that she wasn't good at these kind of things. I'm just gonna go buy a bloody cake...

"Daddy's home!" Gabriel called from the hallway.

"Shit," she whispered. His timing couldn't have been worse. She didn't want him to know she was baking! He would surely laugh at her, knowing how bad she was in the kitchen. She straightened her shirt and casually leaned on the counter to hide the oven.

"Hello there, gorgeous," Gabriel smiled, coming through the kitchen door. She awkwardly smiled back, and he kissed her softly. "I got you something," he cheered, holding her close.

"Another pair of handcuffs?" she smirked.

"Nope," he chuckled. "We got enough of those…"

"What then?" she smiled. Gabriel gave her one of his usual Trickster grins, and put a hand in his jacket pocket.

He took out a little red box with a golden ribbon, and gave it to her. She weighed it in her hands, wondering what was inside. He chuckled and sat up on the kitchen counter, staring in amusement as she undid the ribbon. She tossed the gold thread on the counter and opened the box. He smiled wider at the look of pure shock on her face.

"Like it?" he asked. Christine looked up at him, then back at the content of the box. It was a diamond ring. The most beautiful piece of jewelry she'd ever seen, silver and shiny and with a huge diamond on top. It was the kind of ring little girls dream about.

"Gabriel—"

"Don't look at it like that, Chris," he cut her off, chuckling. "It's not gonna explode or anything, I promise."

"But—"

"Put it on," he smiled. She couldn't help but smile back at him, then she obeyed and carefully put the ring on.

"It's beautiful, Gabe," she sighed, staring down at her hand. Gabriel jumped off the counter and wrapped his arms around her.

"Why are you so shocked?" he asked. "I always get ya shiny jewels… you love shiny jewels!"

"I do," she whispered. Those words, having a diamond ring on her finger, sounded really weird. "It's just a ring, right, Gabe?" she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. Gabriel looked confused for a second, then burst out in laughter.

"You gotta be kidding me!" he laughed, and she stared at him in shock. "Chillax, woman! I'm not exactly the marrying type, am I now?"

"Fucking hell, Gabe. You almost gave me a heart attack!" she said, relieved. It's not like she thought Gabriel could ever even think about getting married, but still. What would be the point of a wedding, anyway?

"That was hilarious!" he laughed again.

"Jerk," she muttered. Gabriel was close to tears now, but he suddenly stopped laughing and sniffed the air.

"Do you smell that?" he asked. Christine smelled it alright. It was the cake in the oven, burning.

"Smell what?" she shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

"Burnt chocolate," he thoughtfully said. She crossed her legs, covering the oven a little more.

"I don't smell anything…"

"Christine, what's in the oven?" he asked, staring down at her legs.

"Wha—nothing! Nothing's in the oven!" she panicked. Gabriel raised an eyebrow and swooped her up in his arms, ignoring her complaints. He sat her down on the counter and turned around to examine the oven.

"Dammit," she muttered, crossing her arms on her chest. The archangel opened the oven and took the cake out. It looked worse than Christine had thought, and she cringed at the sight of it.

"You were baking me a cake?" he asked, quite shocked, and approached her.

"I was… experimenting," she stuttered, embarrassed.

"You were baking me a cake!" he laughed, and put his hands on her thighs. She closed her legs around his waist and he smirked. "Adorable."

"Oh, shut up. You got me a diamond ring!"

"Well, yeah, but c'mon! You were baking! You!" he laughed again.

"And mark my words: it's never happening again," she stated, pouting her lips.

"You are so cute."

"I'm not cute! Shut up!" she objected, and he chuckled.

"The cutest vampire ever, I swear," he smirked, then pulled her into a breathtaking kiss. Christine smiled against his lips and closed her legs tighter, pulling him closer. The angel moved down to kiss her neck, and she ran her fingers through his golden hair.

"Gabriel?" she said. The angel looked up at her and raised a brow. "You think the boys will be okay?"

"Those muttonheads can handle themselves, sugar…"

"I'm sure they can, but—"

"We talked about this, Christine," he cut her off. "They're gonna have to do without us."

"But what if something goes wrong?"

"Baby, our work is done. This is not our war to fight anymore."

"I guess saving the world gets addictive after a while," she smiled.

"I guess," he chuckled. "But seriously, Chris. Stop worrying."

"But—"

"Hey," he cut her off again, and lifted her chin with a hand. "Don't worry."

"I'll try my best," she sighed, staring deeply into his caramel eyes.

"Good girl. Now, we got some catching up to do," he smiled, wiggling his brows.

"Is that all you think about?" she laughed.

"Pretty much, yeah."