The skies were clear in Angeles Bay. The temperature was just right… perfect day.

Love days like this…

A man with dark hair looked over the city from his perch on the top of a building. He stretched out the blue colored wings on his back, sighing happily as he lied back a little.

"Get to just take it slow…"

"Resting on the job, Blue Feathers?"

The man smirked.

"Good afternoon to you too, John."

A man was soon seated beside him that was dressed rather casually.

"Good afternoon indeed Vincent." John chuckled, nudging him. "Not a lot to do today for the Miracle Makers?"

"Eeeh more likes others have it covered and I'm sitting around doing nothing." Vincent looked to him. "And what about you, Mr. Remembered?"

John folded his arms behind his head.

"Just flying about… Was just on my way to Caduceus and well…" John eyed Vincent's wings. "Saw those suckers and thought I'd come bother you."

Vincent rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Oh little brother, you just love to annoy me."

"It's my job."

"I know… and it's also my job to harass you!" Vincent got John into a headlock, messing up his hair. "GOT YA!"

"GACK! VINNIE!"

"Say uncle little Johnny!"

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Vincent let him go, John immediately trying to smooth his hair out.

"We're adults yet we act like children."

"Forever young, Johnny." Vincent lied back, spreading his wings out. "Forever young… considering our situation."

John nodded. "True…"

John lied back with him, looking at the ring on his finger.

"To think we both wound up like this… just different jobs."

"I told you not to die young like me, but did you listen?" Vincent whacked him gently with one of his wings. "Nope!"

"Not like I planned on getting sick." John shoved him a little, lowering his gaze. "Or leaving my wife and child behind… alone…"

Vincent frowned giving John a squeeze on the shoulder. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that Johnny…"

John sighed, putting his hand over his brother's. "Still hurts…"

"I'd say I understand but… I don't. I only understand what it's like to have your life cut short.. None of that though."

"Least I can watch over them."

"That's right."

SCREEEEECH!

CRASH!

THUD!

Both men sat up straight, looking down at the streets below. From how high up they were they could only make out so much, but they could see enough. There was clearly an accident that occurred.

"Let's have a look."

John nodded, a pair of golden wings appearing on his back as he followed Vincent down below. When they got there, a huge crowd was gathered around one of the cross sections of the street, where there were some crosswalks. Two cars had hit each other, one off to the side and another smack in the middle of the street. Right next to it there was a man passed out the ground, a small pool of blood formed around his head.

Vincent growled, looking at the people.

"And they all just stand there and do nothing. Hello! Injured person in the road!"

"Cut them a break Vinnie, it's not like they know exactly what to do."

John walked over to the man that was crumpled on the ground, kneeling beside him. As John got a better look at this face, his eyes widened in recognition… and in horror.

"... VINCENT!"

Vincent hurried over.

"What-" He couldn't finish his sentence when he saw the face of the man on the ground. "No…"

John couldn't take his eyes off the man's face. He knew it all too well… The man was barely conscious. His eyes opened weakly, looking at John.

"... H… He… Help…" he whispered, one of his hands moving shakily towards John. "Please…"

John got an alarmed look.

He can see me… That is NEVER a good sign… It… It means…

John placed his hand over the man's.

"Hang in there… keep holding on…"

The man's eyes slid shut… just as one last word escaped his mouth.

"Dad…"

John lowered his head.

Oh Derek… Why did it have to be you?