Angels are love. Angels can fall. But angels are never supposed to fall in love.
Fred, Jane's first GA, had fallen and fallen hard. Every possible rule broken, but he'd done it. And then… he'd lost the love of his life and had to come back home.
Paul had just been a rookie then but he'd listened enthralled at the big boys' stories of assignments. And he'd liked Fred's stories best. All about the beautiful, funny, amazing woman with the smile that rivaled the sun. Whose walk made his pants do funny things. He'd had Shakespeare coachi him to write sonnets about her laughter and the light in her eyes.
And then Paul had come down and met her for himself. And she was everything Fred had said. And Paul had fallen for her the same way.
The way her hair swung like a dancer's skirt when she whipped around. The hypnotic little swish of her hips as she walked. The sound of her laugh and the way her voice could make him smile.
And he felt the same pain when she decided she was in love with someone else.
Maybe it was for the best, he thought with a sigh. He's an angel but he'd never be good enough for someone like that. And if he has to go, at least he can take a little comfort in the fact that he gets to remember her. If she thinks of him fondly from time to time… well.
Two angels had come to earth and fallen for a girl in an apartment. Fred loved Stacey. Paul… loved Jane
A/N: I know he's been a help and one of her biggest cheerleaders (adorably clueless though he is) but that pained expression on Paul's face when Jane said she'd choose Grayson over him made me wonder.
here's what I came up with. hope you liked it. even if you didn't... you know the drill. comments always appreciated.