AN: Hey there people of fanfiction :) So, after tonight's (7/3) episode, I feel like this fic just needed to be written. So, obviously, since we just learned that Ethan is gay, and then that awkward exchange between him and Michael, and well… I ship it, cause it's just so perfect. Okay, I'll quit rambling now, so, read on fellow watchers. Oh, by the way, it's from the POV of Ethan.

Uncomfortable.

That's the word that springs to mind. Awkward would work too.

I've always known that I've preferred men over women, I think that back before the angel's attacked, it was called being gay. Mind you, I've never felt anything other than brother's love for Alex. And I've always been okay with feeling more for men than women, but I've never told anyone, and I've certainly never felt anything like, like that.

That being the feeling of my heart racing so loudly I was pretty sure everyone could hear it. At first I couldn't remember what I had gone to tell him, the always-composed Archangel. Oh, and I was sweating, which I oh-so-intelligibly mentioned to him. He didn't laugh or give me a weird look. But I guess that just comes with the species, right?

I knew what that feeling, that reaction, meant – I had heard about it from some of the other soldiers. It was attraction. It was lust. Possibly love. But I had only ever had a few interactions with the man, or, excuse me, Archangel.

After the entire exchange, after he disappeared in front of my eyes – presumably to find Alex – I just stood there, mulling over the conversation. The sight of him, tossing away a peach as I strode towards him, that was when I had started sweating. My brain stopped working, and I just started to say everything that I thought of, mainly my sweating. Which I'm pretty sure I already mentioned, but to be fair it was a bad moment. I managed to mention Alex's disappearance, to which he seemed shocked to learn.

That caused me to pause. Shouldn't he have known about Alex? Before I could truly ask about it, he had disappeared, leaving behind little to show he had ever been there.

I ended up just staring at where he had been for a few minutes. I let out a deep sigh, knowing I would have to trust that he would bring Alex back safely; after all, it was the only chance we really had. Michael could fly, he'd find him.

Turning away I walked towards my station – it was time for my rotation. I pondered the feelings I had felt, the intensity of them, and I knew. I knew I was completely screwed. Screwed by the dark, emotionless eyes that had reduced me to a complete mess with just one look. Screwed by the monotone, deep voice that had penetrated my mind. Completely, utterly screwed by an archangel that I didn't even know.

Damn.

AN: Well, I hope you liked it. I dunno. But I like this ship, I like it a lot. Like, the obsessive, twitch twitch kind of love. Oh, and just so you know, I capitalized "Archangel" cause it's a rank, like General or Sergeant. Just wanted to clear that up. Okay, have a nice day, or night, or evening or whatever, and thanks so much for reading.