Title: Scars and Kisses
Author: Bunni Lis
Rating: R (may go up)
Pairing: Loki/Bethany (THAT'S WAY IT SHOULD BE! I THINK SO ANYWAY!)
Fandom: Dogma
Time: Post-Dogma, the day after.
Disclaimer: Alas these characters are not my creations the come from the genis/insane mind of Silent Bob…I mean…err…uhh…Kevin Smith…right that's it, anyway I wish I own Matt Damon! YUMMY! ViewAskew© rock my world!

"Am I in hell?" Loki groans as he reaches for his throbbing head. He squints at his blurred vision comes back into focus. He looks around the white sterile hospital room. Now fully awake, he cracks a smile. "Fuck, if this is hell they better have room service." He looks at his hands and realizes that the pulling sensation he is feeling on his skin is an IV tube. He touches it, feels a little prick of pain, and stops, staring at it in a sort of fascination. Just then a good look nurse who looks about 17, dressed all in white pokes her head through the door and steps in. Loki looks up at her.

"Oh, your awake, sir." She says looking down at her feet shyly.

"I am I dead?" He asks as if it were a normal thing to say.

"No, sir," she says, "your in St. Gregory's Hospital in New Jersey."

"Why?"

"You were hit by a car in front of St. Michael's Church yesterday."

"A car?" he scoffs, "is that what they told you? Oh well. I am I alright then?" He asks.

"Not bad, sir. Although when you were hit, you must have fallen on something sharp, because there were two "X" shaped gashes beneath your shoulder blades."

He suddenly realizes that the uncomfortable bulk that his wings make on his back is no longer there. He lays back and feels his bare back against the pillows. "That's it?" he asks.

"No, you have a very minor concussion and a broken rib, but nothing that won't heal in time. You should be released later today, just as soon as we give you a prescription for your head."

"Great, thanks a lot." He smiles at her. She gives him an awkward smile, blushes and leaves the room.

Loki suddenly remembers Bartelby. Gone. Somehow he knows it. "That son-of-a-bitch! Trying to kill me. And before I even got a chance to experience mortality." He says to himself, smiles, and reaches under the covers. All his is wearing is a hospital gown. He holds up the covers and looks at "himself". "Hey, not bad! If Bartelby were here, I know exactly what he would say,"

He pictures Bartleby standing by his bed and saying "You son-of-a-bitch, you know why that nurse was so giddy around you? Cause she just went and took a peak at you while your were sleeping, that's the only reason she came back in, to bad for her, you woke up." Then Loki would look at him in a not believing way and he would say "Hey who can read peoples sins here! Believe it man."

Loki sighs as the image disappears from his mind. Bartleby was gone. My best friend since the beginning of time. My would be murderer. I hates him so much. But then why do I fuckin' miss him? Loki thought. He pushes these thoughts out of his head and clicks on the TV.

Note: HE MISSES HIM IN A FRIEND WAY FOR ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO HAVE SICK MINDS OUT THERE! LOL! NO GAY SLASH IN THIS FIC, SORRY! So, anyway, I'd love to hear what you all think so far, flames are welcomed but not desired. I won't update until I get some feed back so lets hear it people! Love you all and hope you enjoyed it!

Azreal: Orders are to kill you on spot.

Bartleby: What!

Loki: Why?

Azreal: Cause your pissing people of, that's why!

~The toy store scene, Dogma