A/N: This is my very first TBAA FF. I never even considered writing one until I read someone else's. The idea of romance made me laugh. Angels and romance don't really go hand in hand. But when I started to see subtle things in the show, regarding Andrew, such as handholding and giving Monica flowers, I googled the actors. I was shattered to discover that John Dye (Andrew) died at 47 of a heart attack. *cries* but when I read that he said, "Roma was like an angel…" I melted.
So, this is my story. Romance. Enjoy!
"I love a happy ending," Andrew said, slipping his hand into Monica's.
She gazed up at him, her heart expanding at the sight of his warm and gentle smile. Angel or not, she knew a rare soul when she saw one and Andrew was it. The angel of death was the kindest and sweetest soul ever created. Perhaps that's why God had chosen him for that special title. His gentle voice put people at ease and he was far from scary.
"Come on, angel babies," Tess said, ushering them away from their finished assignment. "The father has some new work for us to do."
"I wonder what it'll be," Monica asked in her thick Irish accent.
"We will find out when the father is ready for us to find out and not a moment before," Tess replied. Tess and her strong solid spirit. Her leadership. This angel was the strongest one Monica had ever come across, in all of her years of angel life. She knew how to lead people and teach people, and her love was all consuming, despite her outward attitude. Monica knew she was a gooey chocolate centre.
"Do we have time to stop for mocha latte?" Monica asked, itching for a coffee.
Tess shook her head, a look of disapproval etched across her face. "We don't have time for luxuries, baby. We have important things to do."
Monica sighed and tried not to complain. What she wouldn't give for a nice hot mocha latte. Tess led the way and Monica and Andrew followed her, as they always did, under submission to her headship. Tess ordered the two of them to stay outside a petrol station and she ducked inside.
"What do you think the father has for us to do?" Monica asked Andrew, a smile playing on her lips. Monica was such a happy angel, most of the time anyway. She saw the good in everyone, even when sometimes it was hard to see under the tough exterior that humans had built around themselves.
"I don't know, but it's always the perfect timing, isn't it?" he pondered.
Monica knew that sometimes his job saddened him, but when the human was taken to the father, it all seemed to work out. Monica nodded, and shivered against the cold winter.
"Are you cold?" Andrew asked, immediately taking off his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders.
Monica smiled. "Thanks, Andrew."
"You're welcome."
Monica had been fighting the human instinct for a while now. There was something that happened to her every time that Andrew gave her that smile, or touched her hand, or picked her a flower. He was just being kind, but Monica couldn't help but wonder if Angels could fall in love with other Angels. The idea of a marriage was appealing. A wedding seemed so lovely, and though Monica knew she had an important job, she did wonder if there would be a time when it would be about her?
Andrew grinned at her. "What are you thinking about?" he asked.
Monica actually felt the blush creep into her cheeks. "Nothing," she lied. Angel's didn't lie. The lie made her feel bad and she took it back. "Well, not nothing. You."
"Me?" he questioned.
"Yes. You're a wee bit cute when you smile like that."
Andrew laughed. Oh, how she loved his laugh.
"You think about me a lot?"
"Yes," she answered. "You're a good angel."
"You are too," he said without pause.
The two of them stared at each other, grinning sheepishly for a moment before Tess came out of the shop. "Ok, babies. Time to go."
Andrew and Monica smiled at each other and followed Tess to the car. The red car that Tess was attached to. It seemed kind of funny that an angel would be materialistic about an object, even if it was a nice sport's car. It amused Monica to no end, especially when she gave her a hard time about her addiction to coffee. Andrew was the only one that didn't have an attachment to an earthy thing. His treasures were in heaven.
Monica sat up in front with Tess, and in the rear view mirror, Andrew and Monica smiled at each other, as if they had a secret they couldn't share.
"Are you two making googly eyes at each other again," Tess scolded.
Monica blushed. "I don't know what you-"
"Trust me, Angel babies, there is nothing you get passed me and even less that you get passed the father."
Tess had a point. So why did Monica suddenly feel exposed?
A/N: I don't know if there are any readers, considering how old this show is. But please leave a review if you'd like me to continue with it. I'll post the next chapter as soon as I know that someone is reading it :-)