They stood amidst the ravaged skies; pitch black with crimson hues, occasional flashes of lightening symbolizing the fall of a celestial. Thunderous screams echoed through the Dark – cries of the fallen mingled with the fury of their beloved. The air around them was electric with an urgency not yet seen in The War. And yet the Earthlings below slept peacefully as the alleged storm raged out.
His fingers traced the scars on his forearms, tracing one that went all the way to his bicep. He wound his scrawny arms around him, melding their bodies together. Their temporary wings hitched slightly, the tendons still unused to support their weights, the pitch black and pearl white enclosing them in a cocoon that silenced the horrors of The War. His blue eyes met his grey ones as their lips clashed together. It was anything but gentle, I love you and I've missed you and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry merging together in the dance of tongue and teeth.
They had been chosen to lead the armies of Heaven and Hell against each other, ripped from their domestic bliss and branded as the chosen ones. It was a rare night, with no sudden cases or surgeries to attend, no corpses to examine or experiments to perform. Just them, tangled around each other, the Detective's head resting on his Doctor's chest. Any resistance was futile as unnamed creatures with white and crimson halos materialized in the middle of the night and shattered their little world apart in a blinding flash of light. They were separated, one of them abducted by angels, the other taken away by demons to be crowned as leaders of Light and Dark. The Act of God, the angels said. The Will of The Devil, the demons whispered. Then there were threats, even from the angels but the humans refused to cave in, desperate to reunite with their other half. Their defiance cost them their memories; a whole life filled with love and loss and joy and sorrow and birth and death erased from existence.
The War raged on unbeknownst to the Earthlings who chalked it up to unusual weather conditions. They led their sides well, the raven haired Detective, with his infinite genius and cold demeanor, and his golden haired Soldier with his bravery and fiery passion. Bethlehem. Angels. Mecca. Demons. Vatican City. Demons. Tendrils of chaos spread through the universes threatening to engulf all forms of life in eternal darkness. It seemed all hope was lost - right till the time came when the leaders of Dark and Light came face to face.
Their eyes locked over the ruins of Stonehenge; blue and grey blazing with contempt and fury. Dark magic crackled through the air, thin white lines slicing through the Night. After what seemed like an eternity, they fired spells at each other simultaneously, emerald from his fingers meeting the periwinkle light from his.A sharp clap of thunder illuminated the moment their magic touched, the contact snapping the hold of the memory spell. The Soldier – Doctor fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the sudden assault of memories with a slow dawning realization of the horrors he had committed. His Detective was beside him in a flash, cradling his soul mate's sobbing form, lifting him off the battlefield and descending to the mortal planes, away from The War.
Five year old Hamish stared out of the window of 221B, watching his parents kiss, their silhouettes crystal clear against the moon and closed his eyes, blinking away unshed tears.
They remember.
Maybe, they'll remember me.
A/N: Please Review. Criticism welcome, but be gentle.
And I haven't specified who is on the side of the angels so maybe you can tell me what your opinion is !