Title: Playing With Fire
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Monica or Tess or Andrew (more's the pity, what I couldn't do with him... oh, wait, he's Sarah's. Never mind.) or Touched By An Angel. The only things I own here are the things you don't recognize.
Author's Notes: I started writing this because I couldn't find any TBAA fics that involved Andrew and Monica getting together, and then about halfway through, I found some on this site. But I had to finish it just to prove to myself that I could do it (and to get my best pal off my back... you know who you are) so here it is! I know the chapters are really short, but it's just how they wound up. To stretch them out would have compromised what I was doing, and it's bad enough as it is. That said, hope you enjoy...
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The wind was blowing softly. Not so much that she couldn't feel it: just enough so that her hair blew into her face, obscuring her view of the busy California expressway. Cars sped by, horns honking, brakes squealing, voices shouting out the windows accompanied with a shaking fist before the car moved on. Such organized pandemonium.
"It's a wonder there aren't more accidents," Monica said softly, watching a VW Beetle swerve around a van that had stopped suddenly. "How can people take such risks? Don't they understand how precious life is? What a wonderful gift God has given them?"
"Well, it's not something you can really understand, baby." Tess said. "At least until that gift is in danger. People don't realize that even while their heart goes on beating, and their lungs go on breathing, one day they are going to stop. And most don't realize that one day could come very soon."
Monica followed Tess' eyes to the four lanes of nonstop traffic. "Who is my assignment, then?"
"There's a young girl who does understand the value of life. But that doesn't necessarily mean that she understands everything about it. There's a wall around her heart, angel girl, and you've got to help her break it down. Before it's too late."
Monica nodded and felt another presence behind her. "Andrew. Are you assigned to this little girl too?"
"She's not exactly a little girl, Monica," he said distractedly as he watched the cars. "And I'm not here for what you think."
"God must have very big plans for this girl then." Monica said. "For her to warrant three angels."
"Well, that is true, but it's also because we're all going to be needed here. And I have a feeling there's something about this case that the Father hasn't told us."
As Tess spoke those words, a van was forced off the road. The angels watched as the driver struggled to keep control, but couldn't; and it fell over onto its side and slid across the four lanes of cars. Andrew started to walk to the side of the road where it came to a stop.
"Andrew!" Monica called. "I thought—"
He shook his head, the message clear. I don't know. But I'm here if they need me.
"He's just doing his job, angel girl. Although I hope just as much as you do that he doesn't need to."
Andrew stopped about ten feet away from the overturned van. A blue Taurus slowed, then pulled over to the side, and a girl with strawberry-blonde shoulder length hair jumped out, running to the van. Andrew furrowed his brow slightly, watching her approach the passenger side door, which was in the air.
"Hello? Is everyone all right?" She jumped once, then started to climb up the car to pull open the door. Andrew, Tess, and Monica stood together closer, to watch from their angelic view. No one could see them.
A faint groan came from the driver's seat, and the girl spoke again. "Sir, can you hear me? Are you ok?" Apparently he was, for they next heard a rather strong voice.
"My son."
The girl pulled out a cellular phone and called for help while the father handed a small child to her through the door. The angels could see the blood from where they stood, and watched nervously. Carefully holding the boy close to her chest, she managed to get to the ground and finished her call. From their vantage point, they could see that his leg was broken. The father, now climbing down from the car, had a bad cut on his head and was bleeding profusely.
"We should get away from here," the girl said. "I don't know if you want to be around that gas tank in case it explodes." She looked toward her car, parked far enough away as to be safe. "We can wait for the ambulance there."
No sooner than they'd gotten there, the van suddenly burst into a fireball of flame. The father sank against the Taurus, holding his son. "We would've died." He repeated over and over. "We would've died. How can we thank you?"
The girl shook her head and smiled. "You better not make any sudden movements, sir. You might have a concussion."
Suddenly she turned and looked directly at them. Monica and Tess didn't even flinch; they knew they were invisible. But Andrew saw something in her eyes…
An hour later, the scene had been cleaned up and the girl was about to get back in her car and go home.
"That's what gives back my faith in humans." Said Monica happily, watching the car disappear down the road. "Such random acts of kindness."
"And you're bound to see more, Miss Wings." Tess said. "That girl there was Amy White. She's our assignment."
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Monica or Tess or Andrew (more's the pity, what I couldn't do with him... oh, wait, he's Sarah's. Never mind.) or Touched By An Angel. The only things I own here are the things you don't recognize.
Author's Notes: I started writing this because I couldn't find any TBAA fics that involved Andrew and Monica getting together, and then about halfway through, I found some on this site. But I had to finish it just to prove to myself that I could do it (and to get my best pal off my back... you know who you are) so here it is! I know the chapters are really short, but it's just how they wound up. To stretch them out would have compromised what I was doing, and it's bad enough as it is. That said, hope you enjoy...
***
The wind was blowing softly. Not so much that she couldn't feel it: just enough so that her hair blew into her face, obscuring her view of the busy California expressway. Cars sped by, horns honking, brakes squealing, voices shouting out the windows accompanied with a shaking fist before the car moved on. Such organized pandemonium.
"It's a wonder there aren't more accidents," Monica said softly, watching a VW Beetle swerve around a van that had stopped suddenly. "How can people take such risks? Don't they understand how precious life is? What a wonderful gift God has given them?"
"Well, it's not something you can really understand, baby." Tess said. "At least until that gift is in danger. People don't realize that even while their heart goes on beating, and their lungs go on breathing, one day they are going to stop. And most don't realize that one day could come very soon."
Monica followed Tess' eyes to the four lanes of nonstop traffic. "Who is my assignment, then?"
"There's a young girl who does understand the value of life. But that doesn't necessarily mean that she understands everything about it. There's a wall around her heart, angel girl, and you've got to help her break it down. Before it's too late."
Monica nodded and felt another presence behind her. "Andrew. Are you assigned to this little girl too?"
"She's not exactly a little girl, Monica," he said distractedly as he watched the cars. "And I'm not here for what you think."
"God must have very big plans for this girl then." Monica said. "For her to warrant three angels."
"Well, that is true, but it's also because we're all going to be needed here. And I have a feeling there's something about this case that the Father hasn't told us."
As Tess spoke those words, a van was forced off the road. The angels watched as the driver struggled to keep control, but couldn't; and it fell over onto its side and slid across the four lanes of cars. Andrew started to walk to the side of the road where it came to a stop.
"Andrew!" Monica called. "I thought—"
He shook his head, the message clear. I don't know. But I'm here if they need me.
"He's just doing his job, angel girl. Although I hope just as much as you do that he doesn't need to."
Andrew stopped about ten feet away from the overturned van. A blue Taurus slowed, then pulled over to the side, and a girl with strawberry-blonde shoulder length hair jumped out, running to the van. Andrew furrowed his brow slightly, watching her approach the passenger side door, which was in the air.
"Hello? Is everyone all right?" She jumped once, then started to climb up the car to pull open the door. Andrew, Tess, and Monica stood together closer, to watch from their angelic view. No one could see them.
A faint groan came from the driver's seat, and the girl spoke again. "Sir, can you hear me? Are you ok?" Apparently he was, for they next heard a rather strong voice.
"My son."
The girl pulled out a cellular phone and called for help while the father handed a small child to her through the door. The angels could see the blood from where they stood, and watched nervously. Carefully holding the boy close to her chest, she managed to get to the ground and finished her call. From their vantage point, they could see that his leg was broken. The father, now climbing down from the car, had a bad cut on his head and was bleeding profusely.
"We should get away from here," the girl said. "I don't know if you want to be around that gas tank in case it explodes." She looked toward her car, parked far enough away as to be safe. "We can wait for the ambulance there."
No sooner than they'd gotten there, the van suddenly burst into a fireball of flame. The father sank against the Taurus, holding his son. "We would've died." He repeated over and over. "We would've died. How can we thank you?"
The girl shook her head and smiled. "You better not make any sudden movements, sir. You might have a concussion."
Suddenly she turned and looked directly at them. Monica and Tess didn't even flinch; they knew they were invisible. But Andrew saw something in her eyes…
An hour later, the scene had been cleaned up and the girl was about to get back in her car and go home.
"That's what gives back my faith in humans." Said Monica happily, watching the car disappear down the road. "Such random acts of kindness."
"And you're bound to see more, Miss Wings." Tess said. "That girl there was Amy White. She's our assignment."