Hey guys, so I am not an Alex/Michael shipper-so sorry! This is an OC/Michael fic- so if that's what you are looking for then yay! Love this show, loved the movie, hope you enjoy the story I'm coming up with! Review at your leisure!


Gabriella sat at her desk, completing the paperwork associated with the four surgeries and twelve patients she had seen today. The hardest surgery had been that of a four year old girl who needed heart surgery. She had made it through the surgery, but still hadn't woken up. There were varying times for after surgery recovery for children, and though the little girl wasn't in the danger zone yet, it was troubling Gabriella that she hadn't woken yet. Sighing, she ran a hand over her face, rubbing her tired eyes.

There were far too many patients here in Vega, and not enough doctors or nurses. She was overworked and exhausted. Looking to the clock she wasn't surprised to see it was half past eleven. She organized her files and stashed them in her filing cabinet before flicking off the lights and locking the door behind her. Looping her bag over her head Gabriella was almost out the door when the angel Michael came stumbling in with a young blonde man propped up under him. His dark eyes connected with hers as he rested the young man on an empty bed. "He needs attention, please doctor."

Sighing, Gabriella walked over and nabbed a pair of gloves out of a nearby box, snapping them on. She began a preliminary examination and spoke over her shoulder to Michael, "What happened?" She could see lacerations across his chest, three evenly placed, long and deep. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off his shirt and then began picking out debris from the cuts.

She pointed to a thermometer with her tweezers, "Take his temp" she said to Michael without looking up from the cuts. She could see him pick it up and hold it, but not do as she said.

"Why?" he asked in his deep low voice.

She continued cleaning the wounds, "Because, I can check and see if he's running a fever, meaning he's fighting an infection. If he is, it means he'll need strong antibiotics, because he's already fighting something." She heard Michael make a low hmmm-ing noise in his throat and then saw him proceed with taking the man's temperature. She looked up when the thermometer beeped quirking an eyebrow at him as if to say "Well?"

He held it out to her saying, "100.5, I assume that is not good."

Gabriella sighed, "No. It means he is starting to fight an infection." She pointed to the medicine cabinet across the room, "Grab the glass vial of ceftriaxone, and a needle, he needs antibiotics and he's not conscious to receive them orally so he'll get it this way. I assume you don't want him set up in here?"

Michael moved across the room swiftly, retrieving the items she had asked for and resumed his position beside Alex. "No, can you help me set him up in my quarters?"

She glanced up at him giving him a quizzical look before nodding. She measured out a dosage and injected it into the man's bloodstream in his arm, taking note of the tattoos on his arm. She put a cotton ball on the injection site, and covered it with a bandage. She rapidly finished cleaning his wounds and dressed them. She grabbed some more bandages and iodine, a bag of saline and an IV, shoving it all into her bag. She looked down at the unconscious man, taking note of the tattoos again, and back up to Michael. "I assume this guy is important…I won't ask questions for now, let's just get him upstairs."

Michael gave her a long look and then nodded, grabbing the young man and began carrying him out the doors. She slung her bag over shoulder and followed them, letting out a small gasp of surprise when Michael took off into the sky with the man. "Humph…must be nice to not have to walk" she muttered. She walked across the streets to the needle where Michael lived and was granted access, no questions asked; apparently the guards had been alerted to her arrival.

She stood in the elevator, fidgeting as she rode to the top. She grimaced when she saw her appearance, her long silky black hair was pulled into a messy bun, but stray pieces were falling around her face and neck, making her look disheveled. Her face was sweaty and there were dark circles under her dark blue eyes. Her olive skin was paled by exhaustion, and her mouth was tight from hunger and impatience to be done with this.

The bell dinged and the doors opened, and she gratefully exited the elevator. She walked into what could only be described as luxury. Her own quarters were embarrassing compared to this. Shrugging her bag higher on her shoulder she moved swiftly through the room to where Michael was pacing by the bed, where the man was laying, still unconscious.

She moved to the bed and knelt down by the man, ignoring Michael for the moment. She grabbed the man's wrist and took his pulse, closing her eyes to focus; she could feel Michael's eyes on her. After a minute she opened them and stood, swaying, she was so tired and hungry. Michael's hand clamped on her shoulder, steadying her for moment until she nodded her thanks and moved out from under his hand.

She could swear she felt a sting when he touched her. Strange.

She turned to face him, "Ok, so his heart rate is good, nice and steady. I'm going to set up the IV, get some fluids in him. He should wake up sometime tomorrow mid-morning. I can show you how to change his bandages, or I can come and do it."

Michael's eyes were unreadable when he spoke, "I would prefer if you would come. Alex is very important to Vega."

Gabriella cracked a tired smile, "What, is he the Chosen One?" she joked. To her astonishment, Michael stiffened, and became visibly agitated, his eyes boring into her.

He grabbed the tops of her arms, "Who told you? How did you know?!"

She stared at him in shock, "W-what?! I was just kidding! You can't be serious!" she stuttered out.

Michael continued to stare at her for a long moment before releasing her and stepping back. "You didn't know…Then you must not tell anyone. It is vital his identity as the Chosen One remains a secret until he is ready to reveal himself." Michael's eyes were if anything, more intense as he stared at her, demanding she kept this enormous secret.

Gabriella turned away to stare at Alex, putting together the tattoos, and the close association with Michael…it made sense.

Michael watched as the doctor took in the information that Alex was the Chosen One. She didn't kneel to Alex. She simply began to set up the IV and tend to him. He had been seized with terror that she would go running from the building, shouting the news to Vega. But she had surprised him, keeping quiet, and continuing her work.

He had known of Gabriella for some time, she had patched some of his wounds, some of Alex's before the tattoos appeared and had been under watch by the council for sharing his brother's name. There were few people who had been born with the name Gabriel or Gabriella who hadn't changed it, fewer so in Vega. As one of the preeminent doctors in Vega, she had face scrutiny for her decision.

He had been there the day she had come before the council, stating that the name had been given to her by her parents, who had named her that in hopes that someday Gabriel would be redeemed and there would be a time for rejoicing at the name. She stated proudly that her parents had died to save her from 8 balls, and that she would not dishonor them by changing her name.

As she had stood before the council, just 25 years old and already a talented doctor, he had seen some of his brother in her. Defiant and proud, strong and willful. But as he later watched her tend to patients, he saw that she was what his Father had hoped humanity would be, kind, caring, and loving to all. She worked exhausting hours and felt the loss of her patients deeply.

She came before the council frequently demanding better supplies and more resources. He was always impressed with her, especially now. He was snapped out of his reverie when she finished working on Alex and picked up her bag, shifting uncomfortably in front of him. "Ok, I'll come back around 10am tomorrow, that's my mid morning shift break and I can check on him then."

Michal inclined his head, "Thank you Dr. Hasan. I appreciate your help and your discretion this evening." She stared at him and he could see the shock in her face. Clearly she hadn't been expecting him to express his thanks. He decided to surprise her further, "Since it is already late and you have to rise earlier than most of us, would you like a lift home?"

She looked at him, puzzled. He spread his wings, almost smiling when she let out a squeak of surprise as the small puff of air buffeted her. He held out his hand, "As you said, it is nice not to have to walk occasionally." His near smile grew into a full smile when he saw the blush spread across her cheeks as she realized he had heard her.

Her eyes darted from his hand to his face, "I-I can't, what if I fall?"

Michael surprised her again by laughing softly, "The only people I drop are those that I want to." She swallowed hard and nodded, reaching out to take his hand. Michael led her out onto the balcony and swiftly wrapped his arms around her waist before leaping off the balcony, chuckling softly as she let out a stream of curses. The flight was short, and he noted that she eventually quieted and began to look out at the view of Vega. When they landed in front of her house she stumbled slightly, catching herself on his arm.

Gabriella stepped away and gave him a tired smile, "Well, thanks for the uh, lift. That was a different view of Vega….I'll see you tomorrow morning. If he gets worse in anyway tonight or tomorrow morning, you know where to find me."

Michael nodded and inclined his head in a sort of bow, "Good evening Dr. Hasan."

She gave a short smile and muttered "Goodnight" before darting inside.

Michael began to walk back to his tower, and thinking of her strong hand and steady heart, spoke quietly to himself, "Gabriella- God gives strength indeed…" He took off into the night sky and wondered at the fateful name, wondered if his Father had brought her to Vega for a greater purpose.