Author: MoiraShipper

Summary: AU, 17th century. During a civil war between the angels, the angel Naomi ends up falling and meeting Fergus MacLeod, a tailor who drinks all the time and an unexpected relationship begins.

It's not about angels

Chapter 1

If you love me, don't let go

If you love me, don't let go

Hold, hold on, hold on to me

Cause I'm a little unsteady

A little unsteady

Unsteady-X Ambassadors

Scotland, 17th century

It was dark even though it was still late afternoon, because of the winter, and Fergus Macleod was closing his tailoring, considering going to the bar nearby and drink until he's pass out so he wouldn't have to go back to his empty house.

Fergus was a 40 years old man, dressed in his best work clothes, because he was vain, wearing a vest and black breeches. He had brown hair, tied in a short ponytail, beard and brown eyes that seemed empty and red from drinking and loneliness.

His mother, who had been abandoned and had suffered with men, had chosen not to show love any more, especially to her son, and had left him in a workhouse to practice witchcraft, and he had grown up without these references. His son Garvin, the fruit of one of his innumerable nights at the brothel, hated him, for Fergus hadn't learned how to love and would beat his son when he drank too much.

Therefore, the tailor didn't know what love was and spent his nights drinking and with women from the brothel, but secretly he wanted to be loved. He wanted and deserved to be loved!

Fergus then started walking down the dirt road that was deserted, most of the residents already in their homes or in the bar when he saw two lights cut through the sky, falling in the forest that was nearby.

Curiosity overcame him and Fergus took his lampion and left the dirt road, heading out of the town and into the forest that was there. It was cold even though it wasn't snowing yet, and when he looked forward, he saw a figure lying on the ground and he frowned, rushing to her, kneeling down and depositing the lampion on the ground to see her better.

"What the hell...?"

It was a woman in a long white nightdress and there was something different about her, that he didn't know what it was but was there, as he admired her, before touching her shoulder and shaking her.

She had brown hair with a fringe and a lovely face, her cheeks lightly flushed from the cold. The woman didn't move, but Fergus knew she was breathing, watching her chest rise and fall slowly.

And there was the end of his night of cheap fun and drinks. He was trying very hard to leave her there, she wasn't going to show him a good time, and it wasn't his problem.

But her eyelids trembled and she opened her blue and wise eyes, finding Fergus's browns and she propped one hand on the ground, trying to rise, whispering:

"Can you help me? I'm a bit unsteady..."

And those words made Fergus remember decades ago when he had been abandoned and he hated the feeling of being good, helping someone, while for some reason his heart was beating fast, and he then took the mysterious woman in his arms and carried her out of the forest, towards his house.

Though he wasn't tall or very muscled, Fergus carried the woman without difficulty, seeing that she had fallen asleep and snuggled against his chest, the hand she had used to try to reach him before was over his heart and Fergus frowned at the feel of his heart accelerating further.

As they reached the small stone house, he realized that his son should be with his girlfriend or asleep because all the candles were off.

He came in, seeing the kitchen table with an unlit lampion and his bottles of alcohol, and the chairs, the rocking chair and carpet facing the fireplace with ornaments and objects on top and beside it there were some fabrics and a spinning wheel.

Fergus had some trouble to decide where to put the woman, beside the kitchen was a small space separated in two by a wall, which was his bedroom and the other, Garvin's.

Knowing that Garvin would bother him with questions, he decided to take her to his own room, which had a small chest of drawers with his clothes and jars of herbs and a bucket of water for bathing, a chest with a few books too that his mother had left behind, of witchcraft, a chair with a shawl and his bed.

He laid the woman on his bed, pulling the thick blanket to cover her from the cold, and watched her beautiful and serene face and his fingers against his will brushed a few strands of her hair away from her face, watching her sigh and again, his heart accelerated in an annoying way and he moved away from her.

He then got rid of his clothes, throwing it over the chair, along with his shoes and sighed, staring at the woman who seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Fergus went to the kitchen and took one of his bottles, sitting in front of the table, filling the glass and taking a long sip, wondering what he would do with her when she woke up. Had she been running away from bandits? Got lost in the forest? But he knew she wasn't from that village, he'd never seen a woman as beautiful as she was, there. But none of that mattered, she wasn't his problem, so when she woke up he would take her to town and there, she would see what to do.

An hour later, when he returned to the bedroom to get a shawl to sleep in Garvin's room, he heard a kind voice, but with some authority say:

"Fergus MacLeod?"

The tailor turned, surprised, seeing the woman sitting on the bed, staring at him sternly but at the same time gentle, her blue eyes shining and he approached the bed, frowning:

"How do you know my name?" He looked at her suspiciously. "I don't know your name, did we have an affair or something like that?"

"I'm Naomi, um-" She was going to say an angel of the Lord, but she knew she shouldn't, even if for years she had watched Fergus from above, and was a fallen angel now. "And I don't get into physical activities, Mr. MacLeord." She said, looking slightly offended and then raised a hand to her forehead as if in pain and Fergus touched her shoulder, gently pushing her by the shoulder to lie down again.

Naomi shivered at Fergus's touch, though she knew she shouldn't allow herself to feel human's things, but his touch was comforting after the civil war between angels and her fall, which had been painful. She felt her vessel, the body she had been possessing for some time now, heavy and she didn't understand why, and Fergus said, still confused with her:

"Rest, you may get sick from the time you stayed in the cold." And then he looked into her blue and surprised eyes and he went to the door, because it was as if her eyes wanted to trap him there and he said, before leaving: "Tomorrow I'll take you to the village."

Fergus hardly slept, thinking of Naomi and how she knew him. When he was at the table, drinking coffee in the next morning, she appeared, still in her white nightdress, but with her hair tied in a bun, again bringing that stern and gentle expression at the same time.

"Good morning, sit down and eat, before we go to town." Fergus said, indicating the place in front of him and she nodded, sitting down.

Naomi took the slice of bread with fruit, examining it with curiosity, and when she saw Fergus eating, and looking at her in confusion, she imitated him, eating the bread.

"It's good." Naomi said in surprise, because it was the first time she was eating something and Fergus ended up laughing low for the first time in years and Naomi looked surprised at his laugh, knowing that he hadn't laughed for a while and smiled. "What's funny?"

"You never ate bread?"

"It's the first time I eat anything." Naomi admitted, lowering the bread and deciding to be honest with him, after all, she had spent years watching him from Heaven, beside being a reprogramming angel, she had also been responsible for looking after humans who might end up being deceived to make deals with demons and avoid it.

"Because I am an angel of the Lord."

"An angel?" Fergus asked, staring into her blue and glittering eyes and shook his head in disbelief. Besides being lost, she must be crazy and he knew he had to take her to the village.

"Finish the breakfast while I find a cloak for you." He said, getting up after seeing that she was shivering in the cold for being only dressed in her nightdress.

Fergus watched her beautiful body, feeling his body desire her and quickly left the kitchen, taking a dark blue cloak that one of his company had forgotten there and when he returned, saw the woman waiting for him standing, and he handed her the cloak. When their fingers brushed unintentionally, they shivered and Naomi put on the cloak, going to the door with him.

The morning was cold, and some peasants and storekeepers were already at work and the two went to the small church there and then, after explaining the situation to the priest, who frowned in reproach because he hadn't gone to the Church for years, Fergus went to Naomi, leading her to one of the benches, and opened a small smile he saw her watching the paintings and colorful glass of the church, seeming enchanted.

He knew that if he left her there in the Church, they would know what to do with her, but for some reason he felt a tightness in his chest as he said:

"So, I have to go and open my shop. Good luck." And Naomi looked at him in a profound way, and though she looked sad, she smiled and said:

"Thank you for taking care of me, Fergus."

Naomi knew she couldn't stay here on Earth, for she had to search for her grace and return to Heaven, but she felt bound to him, not only because he had saved taken care for her but also because she had watched him for so long and she saw him sigh, touching his chin before leaving, leaving her on the bench and a strange feeling of loneliness took over her.

With winter making the agriculture difficult and with that, the town's economy, Fergus's tailoring shop movement was slow, and after delivering a heavy velvet cape to one of the rich men there, he decided to close the shop earlier, wearing his cloak over the waistcoat, and when he went down the street, thinking of visiting the bar, his eyes went to the church tower, thinking of Naomi, who had filled his thoughts frustratingly all day, as much as he didn't want to care about her.

He could remember her, sitting on the bench and staring at him, as if expecting something while he left her there.

Grunting, Fergus decided to go to the church, but when he got there and talked to the nun, he discovered that Naomi had prayed for some time and then said that she should go back to the place she had fallen as an angel and he was frustrated, turning around and leaving, not wanting to admit that he was worried about her there, outside, in the cold of the forest.

Naomi couldn't feel the presence of her grace in the forest, but she knew that it must have fallen somewhere there, because she saw it fall when she was falling. She knew she needed to return to Heaven, like the good soldier and help end the civil war among the archangels.

She then remembered how Fergus had held her in his arms, laying her on the bed after and the way he had shivered when his hand had touched hers in the morning. It made her heart beat faster, making her want to feel his arms again, even though she didn't understand right those feelings and that, as an angel, she shouldn't let herself feel them.

She knew that Fergus had had a difficult life and, unloved and abandoned and this had affected him the rest of his life, but in the few hours that she had been with him, she had felt that although he would spend his time drinking, with women, beating those who irritated him, there was still something human in him, his desire to be loved and she wanted him to be happy.

"Look at this, an angel alone and without his grace."

Naomi turned away, pulling out her angel blade and seeing a black-haired man, his completely black eyes staring at her with a wicked smile and she could see his true form, the black smoke, inside the vessel.

"What do you want, your disgusting thing?" Naomi asked, her voice harsh, staring angrily at the demon.

"We learned that some angels fell during the war in Heaven and we came to finish the service, kill them." And he stepped closer to her, knowing he wouldn't need an angel blade to kill her now that she was human.

The demon tried to kick her hard, but Naomi was prepared, swerving and grabbing him from behind, before hitting him with the blade, killing the demon, and his vessel fell on the ground.

But a second demon threw her to the ground, the blade falling a few feet away, and he gripped her wrists with one hand, pressing the other arm against her neck, blocking the air and Naomi struggled as he laughed.

"And you, are you here to save your angel girlfriend?" The demon groaned and Naomi's eyes widened at the sight of Fergus, a few feet away, looking furious at the scene, but also surprised by what the demon was saying. "Don't waste your time, she's a bureaucrat, you could make a deal with me, you'd get better women."

Fergus saw Naomi shaking her head at him, her face growing redder from the lack of air and he squeezed the strange blade he had found on the ground, feeling a great desire to protect her, before facing the strange man. He didn't understand what he was talking about, about angels, deals, but he understood that he had to do something.

And the tailor advanced toward the other man, hitting the blade on his shoulder, seeing him scream in pain, releasing Naomi, and when he hit him in the belly, a strange black smoke came out from inside the man's mouth, leaving the body on the ground, dead.

Fergus then ran to Naomi, helping her up and running a hand over her face and neck, which was red from the arm that had been pressed there and both felt their hearts accelerate and Naomi said, trying to look strong:

"Thank you Fergus, but I can walk, I'm fine." He then raised an eyebrow, releasing her, and Naomi swayed a little, before Fergus put his arm around her waist again and said softly, which surprised her:

"Let me help you, your body seems a little unsteady yet."