Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Legion, only my own OC's.

A/N: I am going to try and update this at least once a week, along with two Darksiders stories I am writing. I have a pretty full schedule with work and college but I think one update a week is good on each story. Well on with the story, Illiana is getting a bit restless.

What on earth made me leave my small cabin; safely nestled in the national forest I'll probably wonder the rest of my life. I woke up early as usual and made my cup of instant coffee on the small fire I kept going. I knew the weather was turning cold fairly quickly. I was pondering going hunting that morning, but for some reason other than good sense drove me out of my usual routine that day. I walked around to the tack room on my two horse stable and ladled out two gallons of grain, I was set for the winter on feed for sure and I knew where to get more after this apocalypse drove humans into hiding a few days earlier.

I made my way back to the front and dumped a gallon of feed into each trough. I smiled at the twin nickers of approval from my two horses. I leaned over the stall and scratched my brown and white paint, Abigail, on the nose. I slipped inside the other stall with Dixie, my former barrel horse. I grabbed her brush and began brushing her, humming softly to myself as I watched the morning light play across her blood red coat. When she was done I clipped a lead on her and led her out to tack room. I grabbed my saddle and hackamore; I saddled her up and then swung up into the saddle.

She threw her head and snorted puffs of smoke in the cool morning. I reined her towards the small truck path that led into the edge of the Mojave Desert. After two hours I came to the edge of the forest. I stopped her long enough to check that my rifle was strapped down good and there were no more possessed people around. Yes I knew they were possessed by angels not demons. I always knew things I shouldn't but I was a fairly gifted 24 year old woman. Dixie started pawing the earth in agitation and tossing her head.

I clicked my tongue at her and she bolted out through the plains, no fear of hitting a tree, no prairie dog holes and all the room in the world. I was free and happy, oddly. After a few minutes she slowed to a walk, happy to have run. Suddenly she snorted and bolted down the road, she ran as if hell followed her. I smelled smoke in the air, and urged her faster. Finally I pulled her up along a burned out police cruiser and hopped down, expecting the worst. I found nothing. I swung back on her and urged her up the hill. My hand flew to my mouth in shock; I walked her over to the heap on the ground.

I dropped to the ground and kneeled down next to the teenage girl. She was breathing raggedly but was still alive. She had been there awhile, at least 12 hours, so if her injuries were too severe she'd have been dead already. I rolled her over and she groaned softly, I saw that she had a few cuts but nothing too bad. What worried me was the badly broken arm and possibly fractured leg. I had some medical training but had nothing with me to set it with. Mostly the girl was out cold, probably thrown out of the car when it crashed, poor thing. I was still kneeling down, trying to figure out how to get her back to the cabin when it happened. A shadow flashed across the sun, blotting it out and I knew with dread that it was bad. Why did I always have to know?

I reacted immediately, not going for the gun but leaping into a crouch over the girl and hissing at the intruder, a growl bubbling up from my chest. I could see the angel draw back in surprise, and I could have palm slapped my face, Gabriel. I straightened up, flipping my silver hair away and pinning my amber eyes on to his glacier blue ones. "You." He jerked back as if struck. I shook my head and turned back to the girl. I carefully picked her up, though she wasn't heavy at all. I laid her over the saddle and turned to leave. "You may as well come with me, I can stitch that wound on your belly up. Just don't bring any of those damn possessed people with you."

I heard the clink of armor as he fell in step next to me, not saying a word yet. It was a long 5 mile walk back home. The Archangel never murmured a word he just followed along silently though I felt his eyes on me. I faced forward and spoke softly, "Are you alright angel?" He was silent for a moment, "I am fine." I shrugged.

Finally we reached the cool shade of the forest and I sighed happily. We were an hour or so from home and I needed a break. I stopped Dixie and let her nibble on some grass while I sat on the ground. I watched the angel slump to the ground; his wings splayed out across the mossy the earth. I could tell he was tired, blood dripped from what promised to be a nasty wound on his belly, but the girl was my main concern.

After a while I got back up and stretched before continuing along the trial home. "Do you know what happened to the girl?"

"Yes she was thrown from a car, on my back." I raised an eyebrow at him then. "So why would that happen?"

"I was trying to kill the baby, the Messiah. I thought it was what god wanted, but my brother gave him what he needed. I have fallen from favor." I could hear the pain in his voice, though it didn't ease my anger at his deeds. Finally I came home, I was welcomed by the sound of Abigail nickering at us in welcome, until she seen the strangers. She squealed, snapped her teeth, and kicked the stall. I clicked at her softly and she settled down. "Sorry she doesn't like strangers, especially not...er...well angels."

He never made a comment and I shrugged it off. I stopped Dixie and pulled the girl from her back and settled her on the ground. "Be right back; do not touch the girl, angel." I led Dixie over the stable and snapped her lead on and left her to graze for a bit. I hurried back over to the girl and picked her up. I was surprised to find that the angel held the door for me as I carried the girl into the house.