A/N: Peeper Stockwell originally challenged me with the plot bunny for "A Voyager's Cross," which I declined for various reasons, all of which turned out to be unfounded. She proceeded to write the story herself, which was posted by Morgan Elizabeth Jacobs a little over a year ago now, since Peeper was unable to post under her own account at that time for some obscure reason. While I was beta-reading it, this alternate ending occurred to me, and Peeper has kindly given it her blessing.

---Jake Crepeau
February 2010

Disclaimer: Voyagers! and its associated characters are registered trademarks of Scholastic Productions, James D. Parriott Productions, and Universal-MCA Entertainment. This story is based on characters and situations created by James D. Parriott and was written just for fun; no copyright infringement is intended by the author.

VOYAGERS!

Heaven's Tools

by

Jake Crepeau

The Holy Sepulchre, 36 AD

They had to look away from the dazzling light that came forth as the stone was rolled away; when they were able to look again, the overpowering light was gone, but the Man Who stood there was still almost too bright for their eyes to bear. Neither spoke, but just watched, overcome by emotion, as He looked directly at them and nodded before He vanished.

Bogg wiped his eyes as he went for his Omni. "That's a sight I'll remember for the rest of my life," he breathed.

"Me, too," Jeffrey sniffed. Neither needed to see the green light.

"Let's go, kid; we have to get out of here before the women show up."

A day or two ago, the boy might have teased Bogg mercilessely about that one, but somehow it just wasn't funny now.

Hawaii, 1960

"There's one thing I don't understand," Jeff said later, after the sunrise service. "I mean, He's the Son of God—He is God. He didn't need our help to make everything come out right."

"I know; I've been wondering about that—Well, I'll be," he cut himself off, his eyes widening incredulously. "It's so simple."

"What is?"

Bogg spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "Suppose I got my Guidebook back."

"Do I have to?" Jeffrey said unhappily. "If you did, you wouldn't need me anymore."

"But I'd still let you help me. You know why?"

He shook his head.

"Because you're my kid," Bogg answered with a find smile as he draped an arm over the boy's shoulder.

There was a certain possessiveness in the words, the kind of possessiveness that promised everything he'd been missing since his parents' death, and it brought an answering smile to Jeff's face. Then he asked, "But what's that got to do with what we just did?"

"He didn't need our help. Kid, He doesn't need Voyagers at all; He doesn't need anybody. But He still lets us help Him…because we're all His kids."

After a long silence, Jeffrey said, "I've never heard you say anything so deep before. Where'd that come from?"

He chuckled softly. "I think from the same place as the lady ghost in the corner."1

finis

1 "Agents of Satan"