Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I still do not own Legion or its characters though this is still basically a fan based story with a few helping pointers from the movie. The OC's Illiana, Dixie, Abigail, and Dash are pretty well mine and any others I introduce. Well if you don't count the fact the horses and cat are actually named after my two horses and my sweet kitty cat. Enjoy.

I laid the girl down on the guest bed and went to get hot water, my trauma kit, and some wash clothes. I came back and carefully stripped the girl with the angels silent help. I carefully cleaned her body and assessed her wounds. I sighed, I didn't like this part, I needed to set her arms and splint her leg. If she had any internal injuries she'd be dead by now. I would just have to assume there weren't. I took a deep breath and snapped her arm back in line. I laid two short splints along it and bandaged it quickly, glad the girl was asleep. I set her leg much the same way.

Before leaving I gave her a shot of antibiotics and covered her up with the blanket on the bed. I walked into the living room, the angel following me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, assessing him as well. I threw out the dirty water and refilled the basin with fresh hot water, the generator was a god send. I pushed him down to the couch, "The armor has to go soldier boy." He growled low in his throat, "Show some respect for the Left Hand of God, human."

I had enough and rounded on the arrogant prick. "Look Gabe, I never said I was human, least not completely. So sit down and shut up. I need to stitch you up." He regarded me carefully, I reached and undid his armor, pulling it over his head and setting it aside. I cringed at the sight of the awful wound, "Wow, someone did a number on you buddy." He grunted in acknowledgement. I cleaned the blood away and poured peroxide into it. He hissed in a breath and I dabbed it away carefully.

I threaded my needle and started to stitch up the gaping wound. I finished up a few minutes later and admired my handy work; it wasn't going to scar too badly. I stood and went into the kitchen; I put a large pot of water onto boil. He watched me from the doorway and I could literally feel his eyes on me. I heard the rustle of his feathers and turned to look at the defensive angel. "Speak." I went about taking meat out of the icebox and veggies as well. I started washing the veggies to cut up. I was chopping them up as I waited on him.

"You said you weren't human, entirely. So what are you?" I hated that question because I had always been taught to fear the heavenly host. My father's training having been my way of surviving this thing. "I am a Nephilim. Least I think so."

"What angel sired you? None that I know of." I shook my head, "My mother was a human and my father was a Nephilim." I was waiting on the question that I knew followed. "Yes, that makes you still a Nephilim because the blood of an angel cannot be diluted. Which was your father?"

I cleared my throat, chopping serenely at the veggies, "My father was War." I heard the metallic clank as he stiffened his feathers. I ducked just in time before the wing sliced across the air where my head was before. "Calm down Gabe. I am not going to hurt you in your weakened state, besides my father is off defending those that need defending. Seeing as their god has told his heavenly host to murdered them all." He stepped away, still wary and I approached him carefully. I knew what I did next was flirting dangerously with death, but then again that was my uncle. I plucked away a rather large feather. I felt the edge to make sure it was sharp, then began using it to slice the meat.

He sat stunned for a moment before moving closer. "What are you doing?" I washed the blood from my hands and placed a lid on the pot. "I still need to eat, as does the girl." He seemed satisfied and backed away. "I need to go tend to Dixie." I left the house and approached my horse. It was starting to get late and I unsaddled her. I brushed her quickly before putting her up. I poured them another gallon of grain apiece and gave them a few pads of hay. On the way back in I picked up my barn cat, Dash.

I was nuzzling her as I walked towards the house, looking up I saw him watching and for some reason started blushing. I placed her inside and then stepped back out on the porch. I sat on a chair on the porch and lit a cigarette. I blew a few smoke rings and watched them drifting in the evening air. I felt his silent presence behind me though I didn't feel threatened. I could feel the pain coming off him like waves. "You are troubled by your father's forgiveness of your brother and his disfavor with you. He still loves you, you know?"

I felt him settle next to me. He may be silent and grumpy but he as far from emotionless. I settled my hand over his knee in silent comfort. He met my amber gaze with his blue one again and it held. His hand lifted almost of its own accord and traced around my eyes, "Such a lovely color, so unusual." I blushed harder and smiled. "Your eyes are clearer blue than any I have ever seen." He smiled at that, however small. The spell was broken as I pulled away. I looked away to where the sun was setting slowly.

"I came here to escape all this, I watched people I loved die. Yet nothing ever harmed me and I couldn't be with those I loved."

"He lost his faith in man. He ordered an extermination." I looked over at him, his stony face bathed in the light of the dying sun. You could almost mistake him for being emotionless, a cold statue, except for the sadness swimming in his eyes. "Mankind is not a lost cause; they are just lost is all. There are still good and decent people out there that deserve the chance to live." He gave me a pained look. "My brother said the same thing before his fall from grace. Before I killed him. Before he was forgiven for being disobedient and I fell from favor."

"Did God say you fell from favor, or do you just assume because he forgave Michael." His head snapped up, "How did you know that?" I laughed softly, "It is legendary, the fights between you and Michael. As well as your love."

"You are most perceptive, little Nephilim." I grimaced, "My names Illiana. Gabriel." He regarded me for a moment longer, searching my face. "That is a lovely name." He leaned closer and I could see he was about to kiss me. I found I wanted him too, like I had never wanted anything else. We were so close, I could taste his breath. Until an agonized scream filled the evening air, shattering the peace.