Title: Saving Grace
Pairings: take a guess.
Rating: T for suggestion of a lot of things.
Summary: You've gotten good at playing two sides of a coin; devil for the queen (of all evil of course) and god for your angel. Except you've never made a tree so you're not really sure where god fits in your title and red has always looked good on you.
Notes: This is my first HSM fic and my first time with this writing style. I'm really self-conscious about this so let me know if I should just leave this (writing and characters) to the professionals.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
She loses her virginity in the back seat of her daddy's sports car, the way no one should. She's nineteen, and the only reason you know is because you're the one she called to ask how to get blood out of leather.
It would be tragic if it was anybody but her, but she blows your concern off with a callous remark and an under the breath comment about what a mistake that sixth shot of tequila was.
She's self-destructing at the age of twenty and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. You have your angel and have no time for fallen ice queens. Except your angel seems to have lost her halo (somewhere along the way the pedestal everyone put her on got a little too tall). Don't misunderstand, she's still standing precariously high, so high you can't even see her. You're irritated to know you don't remember when you stopped looking.
She's twenty-one and calling you from a department store bathroom. You're about to meet the princess to your prince but she's sobbing and you can't understand her and you're out the door before you remember she never mentioned which department store.
The fallen is clutching a pregnancy test and you begin to think nose candy and martinis shaken not stirred are the least of her problems. The decision is made before you exit the bathroom and she walks out with her head held high, make-up refreshed and her own form of a dirty little secret tucked neatly in her purse.
You're her emergency contact and everything's working out really nicely until miss halo starts dropping hints. Big hints with words like marriage and kids that finds you throwing up in the bathroom from the pressure. You've gotten good at playing two sides of a coin; devil for the queen (of all evil of course) and god for your angel. Except you've never made a tree so you're not really sure where god fits in your title and red has always looked good on you. But the coin is being flipped too much and it's getting close to the time for decisions.
Redemption comes to you in the form of over-booking and really if you're god then scheduling problems like this would never happen. You make the decision with a ring in your pocket and directions in your hand. (You pray, if you did things like that, it's the right choice.)
She's pissed, like they're going to find pieces of your body months from now pissed, but you don't care. (Maybe you never did.) You've thought about how to say this over and over again, but that speech you've said in your head a hundred times comes out differently. (A speech people expected you to say to another girl.)
She's pissed, like they're going to find pieces of your body months from now pissed, but you don't care. (Maybe you never did.) So you breathe deep and recite off a speech you were expected to say to another girl with brunette locks and the scent of cinnamon on her skin. (People should really stop underestimating you) Salvation never tasted (or smelled) so good.
Together you'll rule. (Hell of course.)
Notes: So that's it. Yea, I know short and probably really confusing but let me know what you think. The end came out differently then I expected but I couldn't really decide how to end it. If you didn't guess the end pairing let me know and I'll PM it to you.