A/N: City of Angels Fan Fic. Continuation, slightly AU because of the Humans becoming Angels bit, but who doesn't love a happy ending?

The City of Angels

And I don't want the world to see me. Cause I don't think that they'd understand. - Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls

Seth rolled over. The bed still smelled of her. Of Maggie. If he closed his eyes tight enough, he could almost see her again, sleeping next to she wasn't. Maggie's resided with the Holy Father now. After all he did to be with her, the Holy Father had still torn her from his grasp.

Seth would still wake up at Sunrise, to try and hear the music it brought with it. He never did, but now he could feel the warmth of its rays on his flesh. He was alive, so alive. Maggie was dead. He loved her so. He wanted her to be with him in every breath that he took. Seth saw her in every reflectant corner of his new life. But he still never wished that he hadn't fallen, he still wished to be here, on earth, alive, living and breathing. And he was. So alive.

The streets of Los Angeles were crowded, as always, today. How ironic that he, of all, should live in Los Angeles. He certainly felt enough like a lost angel. But Seth was human now. Seth was alive.

He had found a job, in order to survive, working at his library. Learning how to drive Maggie's car hadn't been too difficult, and with Nathaniel Messinger's help he had gotten a driver's license under the name Seth P. Angelo. The P stood for Plate of course. Oh, how his missed Maggie. Mr. and Mrs. Plate, she had said they would be. Mr. and Mrs. Plate~Angelo. Seth and Maggie. Man and Wife.

Where was it he was going again? The streets of the city all looked remotely similar, and this one was no different. Church. He was headed to the Church. The Church of the Holy Communion of Hosts. The Church of the Angels, in the City of Angels. Seth felt as at home there as he did in the house that was intoxicated with Maggie's presence.

He was a fallen angel. He had no inclination or want to go back. To feel felt too good. To love was torture, because what you could love, you could loose. And Seth had lost. He loved Maggie with all his heart. And so he made the daily pilgrimage to the Church of the Holy Communion of Hosts. And every day he lit a candle there for Maggie's soul, and her existence in Heaven. He hoped that the Holy Father would take good care of her. Of course Seth knew that the Holy Father would never let anything happen to Maggie. Seth saw her face everywhere. But he never saw the other car coming directly at him.

Death didn't hurt, what led up to it, however, did. And that was mainly life. Death really wasn't so bad. Seth was with her when it had happened, when she had left this earth. And he loved her, that had been all that had mattered. Seth, whom she loved with her whole existence. Heaven was indescribably beautiful. It was full of life and love, however little human life there actually was in the place. And yet, it lacked. A hole in heart was still present. It burned there, in her chest. The hole was Seth. Although no time existed in heaven she could still feel it passing her, her heart secretly aching with love and longing. Here there were angels everywhere. Their long black trench coats were nonexistent, now, and wings could be perceived, however slightly. Here, in heaven, you saw them differently, not as you did on earth. For here you could see, truly. Everything was perceived differently in heaven. You saw them how they truly were now. So many angles, but none were Seth. So many angels, a city of them, and she was to be one of them. Maggie had been one of a rare few. Maggie, would be an angel. Just like Seth had been.

To see earth again was wonderful, but Maggie's heart still nagged at her. Once in a few millennial a soul could become an angel. But most angels had never been human, and never were. Maggie had been chosen. Maggie was an angel. Assigned to watch over doctors. She was an angel now, because of who she had been on earth.

The Lord Giveth, and the Lord Taketh Away. ~ Job 1:21

She had to stay in accordance with her duties, but other than that, Maggie was free to do as she chose. The sunrise sag for her, heights had no meaning, nor did time, space or distance. Maggie had no human limitations. Yet, as Maggie walked the earth, unseen to human eyes, she could see other new, limitations. Never to use her senses as she once had. She was like Seth had been. And Seth was now as she had been. She had yet to find him.

I Know, I'm a naughty girl. REVIEW! Or you'll never find out!

May God Bless and Keep You.

Nefertiri/ISW