A/N:I know that I should be writing my jathena fic but this popped in my head so I just hammered it out real (slow) fast while on break(s). If you have any prompts or a better title please put them in the reviews and I will write for them.

This one is in which Mordecai and Gaige visit the fallen, with different opinions. Story is rated K.

"It's unpopular to hate you."

"I hate you anyways."

Mordecai threw another bottle cap at the statue of the Guardian Angel. "You could have stopped all of this, sent me or Lilith or Brick or even Roland one of your secret messages, but no, you wanted to save your own ass." He pulled another beer from the case and glared at the statue. It was smaller than the statues of Roland and Bloodwing, more to scale. It was mostly made of some white rock, probably marble, with Eridan where her tattoos were. She was looking up at the sky, one hand to her chest, the other reaching out tward him. He spit at the statue, the projectile not quite hitting its mark on her face, instead landing on the statues shoulder.

He smiled, glad that there was finally an imperfection on the thing. "All of this," he gestured to the graveyard behind him, thousands of tombstones filled the area under the floating city, many unnamed civillians, thier corpses unrecognizeable after the attack on Sanctuary or New Haven. "All of this is your fault, for not warning us, and then, you go out like a goddamn hero, getting this stupid statue and forgiveness from all of us for your sacrifice. But if you had a change of heart sooner, we maby could've saved your ass, and you definatly could've saved thiers. You did to little, to late, and you know it."

He reached down for another beer, only to find the case empty. He stood to leave, he had already paid his respects to Roland, Bloodwing, Peirce, and a few others he knew from during the war. As he walked back to the other side, as the Angel's statue was in the back of the graveyard, he saw someone approaching. He was to far away to make anything paticular out, but he could tell that it was a woman, and that she had something in her hands. Deciding to air on the side of caution he unholstered his revolver and took cover behind one of the tombstones. As the figure approached, he wove his way around the graveyard until he was behind the woman. He then stood up and took aim at the back of her head, ready to end his would-be assassin.

Only to realize it was Gaige.

He cursed and returned the gun to it's place on his hip as quickly as he could. Gaige turned around quickly, the object in her hands turning out to be a bouquet of flowers, the suprised look on her face fading as she recognized her friend. "Hi Mordy you kinda startled me, well not startled because I am a supreme badass and all but if I could be startled then I would say that you-"

"You're rambling," he cut her off. "...startled me," she finished. "So" he said before realizing that he had nothing else to add to the statment. He began to feel awkward just standing there and started to walk away when she spoke up. "Here to see Bloodwing?" He sighed at her question. "I already did, I was just leaving actually."

The moment he said it he realized that it was not a good explaination for why he had snuck up on her. He also knew that she knew that. Gaige was smart, she wouldn't miss something like that. "Well, can you stay for a bit? It kinda weirds me out to be here alone, in a graveyard, that is." Feeling like his back was against the wall, he agreed to stay a short while and keep her company.

It wasn't long before they were at their destination. The Angel stood there exactly as he left it, the bench he was sitting on still littered with beer bottles. The spit had thankfully dried away in the hot Pandoran sun. "I see you've already paid your respects," Gaige said, gesturing to an unopened beer bottle beside the statues foot.

Damnit, he thought. "Yeah something like that," How did I miss that beer? She set the flowers at the feet of the statue. Mordecai noticed that they were not the usual bladeflowers that grew around the area, but were some kind of pretty white flower. That girl either paid to much or went to far for something like that.

"She was so brave," Gaige spoke quietly, almost in reverance. "She sacrificed everything to save us... they don't come any better than that huh?," She looked up at him, clearly waiting for some confirmation of her belief. He let out a noncommittal grunt in response. Mordecai wouldn't lie to her, but he would avoid the truth if at all possible.

She frowned at his response. "What do you think about her?" she asked accusingly. "She didn't deserve this," he said, hoping that she would misunderstand his meaning.

She took the bait. "Yeah, she really didn't", Gaige looked up at the statue and then to him. "I never thought you would have such a soft spot," she smiled at him, followed by a short hug. She then began to walk off, presumably to the exit.

Mordecai turned to face the statue. "Like I said, hating you is unpopular, but I still do," he scooped up his unopend beer, cracked it open and proceeded to chug it as fast as he could. He noticed that there were several small tokens at the Angel's feet. Bottlecap necklaces, an unrefined shard of Eridum, some empty shell's in the shape of wings, Gaige's flowers and, wait did someone leave cash?

He stood there for a minute deciding weather or not to pockett the sizeable stack of bills. He reached down to grab the money when an overwhelming sense of guilt came over him. No matter who it was, he couldn't being himself to steal from the dead, no matter who they were.He set the bills down and stood facing the statue at his full height.

"I hate you so much."

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review with your opinion of my story and writing critiques and any ideas you amazing people have!