A/n: This is a spin off of my Sabriel story: Daisy Chained, using the same type of flower. A reader asked for how it would go with another angel then we started talking about Mom!Jody and Son!Alfie and then the plot bunny appeared and refused to stop thumping at my brain. So, here you go. Now, Blacksun, take your freakin' bunny back!

Disclaimer: I only own those freakin' flowers! Please enjoy.

Warnings: Mentions and possible vague descriptions of rape and torture.

There were some days or even weeks that just went surprisingly well for Jody Mills. There were actually weeks or months at a time where hunter business did not even pop up. It was these times that really helped her to appreciate what it was like back when she was a normal cop. Life had been simple then and she hadn't even noticed.

On her way home from the office, she decided to have a small walk in the park. She was not sure why but the experience was delightful all the same. It was rare that she was home in town and the "kids" were off somewhere but she now had at least a week off to herself. It was doing the little things for herself, like a walk, that really put things in a welcome perspective.

As she walked through the colorful trails lined with flowers, she felt an urge to simply stop and smell them. She always felt that she never had any time nowadays to simply stop and smell flowers. It wasn't something you normally think about but it made you sad when you actually did.

It was here and now that something caught her eye. It was a beautiful flower of teal and lavender, such a strange color for a daisy. Of course, it did not look entirely like a daisy, maybe just close to the daisy family.

She blinked slowly and looked about but it was the only one of its kind. She smiled softly and knelt down, gently plucking the flower. It was lovely and she wanted to take it home. She would put it in some water and maybe she'd frame it once it died.

Her new prize acquired, she tenderly settled the stem through the buttonhole of her uniform's breast pocket. She hummed happily and stroked along the silken petals. It was such a lovely flower. It was really going to brighten up her week away from the kids.

~*~z~*~

Much to her internal word, the flower was given special treatment. When she got home, she grabbed a tiny mason jar and put some water in it. She placed the jar at her kitchen table and settled the tiny blossom into its protective hold. This taken care of, she went off to make dinner.

Dinner had been simple and she found herself talking to the flower through the entirety of it. She felt foolish but it was also kind of fun. Dinner actually felt too short and she had to stop talking with the tiny plant.

She cleaned up her plates and scooped up her jar of flower. She smiled tiredly and moved to the living room. She rested the jar on the coffee table as she scooped up a hunter's book. She liked to study the monsters before bed, it oddly helped to fight against the monsters in her nightmares because she knew how to kill them now.

She ended up reading long into the night and soon grew tired. She was being called to bed by her drooping eyes. She did still have work in the morning so she had to head to bed. She slapped the book closed and slipped it under the couch.

"Good night, little one." She whispered sleepily as she got up. She leaned down and gently stroked her finger along its smooth petals. Content with her goodnight, she switched off the lamp and headed for her bedroom. Her tired body fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Her sleep that night was oddly peaceful and filled with rest. Though, her morning after was not. She had slept too long and actually awoke late. The rest of her morning was a horrid rush. She threw on her uniform and then wolfed down breakfast. She was out the door and calling a goodbye to her flower as she rushed out the door in less than ten minutes.

~*~z~*~

Work had been long and tiring. Jody swore that humans were worse than monsters a lot of times. It disgusted her some of the reasons humans tried to kill each other. She just wanted to go home, microwave some leftovers, and pass out in front of the TV.

She walked up to her front door, unlocked it, and slipped inside. She tiredly started to slink towards her kitchen. She was almost there when she heard it. She instinctively drew her gun as a small sound echoed from the living room.

Food long forgotten, she prowled towards her living room. It was once she got there that she was taken in by shock and horror. She had seen many things like it in her line of work but never in her own home!

There was a naked young man lying curled up on her coffee table. He was unconscious and whimpering but her eyes were drawn to his skin. He was covered in blood, bruises, and other things she did not want to think about. She holstered her weapon and instinctively ran to him.

She dropped to her knees to check his vitals and that's when she saw them lying crumpled behind him. They were large and beautiful despite being bloody and mangled. Her mouth fell open and she gasped in awe, unable to draw her gaze away from the large lavender wings that hung brokenly from his shoulder blades.

What had she gotten herself into?!

~*~Chapter End~*~