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"Why don't you have wings?"
That was not the type of question Brittany thought she would have to be answering, but she answered it nonetheless.
"Its kind of a stereotype that angels have wings, we are able to shimmer so we don't really need any."
"Are you dead?"
This was another question that caught Brittany off guard.
"Well technically I died 50 years ago at the age 23, but when I died the counsel of the guardians gave me a new life as an angel."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I was lucky enough to be chosen after I died and I could not be happier. This is what I was meant to do."
"How come you can walk on the ground and sit on the couch and stuff but you didn't know if you would be able to touch me?"
"As an angel I have many powers. I am able to interact with objects in living plane, the in between, and the plane of the deceased. However, since our job as guardians is not to be seen, heard or felt by people, they pass right through us. Animals cannot see, hear or touch us either, they stand a risk of alerting people of our presence."
"How many people do you look after?"
Brittany could see she would be answering questions for a while so she leaned back into the couch. Santana tentatively stretched her legs out onto Brittany's lap and looked over tentatively to make sure the move was okay. The angel could not contain her smile with the thought of Santana feeling so comfortable around her.
"Every angel looks after only one person and is called to that person during a time of great need. When the angel is no longer needed, they leave their charge to their own devices."
Santana looked nervous at the fact that Brittany would not be around forever, but Brittany saw her apprehension and continued.
"We can be called back to a charge if their need is great enough though."
Brittany felt Santana's body relax as she readied herself for the next question.
"Do you know why I can see you? I mean has it ever happened before? And why now?"
Brittany had thought a lot about this since the incident in the hospital and was pretty sure she had figured it out.
"Do you remember anything at all from when you were unconscious in the hospital?"
"Well," Santana hesitated, "This might sound crazy but I was in this dream-like version of the hospital room. I closed my eyes and felt like I was wavering between the room and this bright white light when all the sudden my dad's voice came out of nowhere and made the light disappear. I kept my eyes closed to try to bring the light back because it was so peaceful and I would have given anything to see it and be immersed in it, but it wouldn't come. Then my father told me that he loved me and hated himself for what he did to me. He made me listen to my friends around me and I came back to consciousness."
Santana's statement had confirmed Brittany's theory so she proceeded to inform Santana.
"You were dead for that period of time you saw that white light. Not quite dead enough to trigger your heart to stop or the hospital machines to pick it up, but your soul was dead. That is why I think you can see me. Because I can travel between life and death and you have stood on the line that divides the two. You can't see any other angels though which is what is puzzling me."
"Did you send him to me?" Brittany looked at her in confusion. "My father I mean."
"Yes I did."
"Thank you."
Santana crawled over to Brittany and pulled her in for a hug. They stayed there and held each other for a long time, neither one of them wanted to break the embrace they had both been craving. Santana finally pulled her body away so that she was only inches away from Brittany's face. Brittany looked down at Santana's lips and then directed her focus on to the beautiful brown eyes in front of her. She knew what she wanted to do, but she also knew what she had to do. She forced herself to move her head a couple inches backwards. She struggled to say something to get Santana to stop looking at her in a way that made Brittany need to lean over and kiss her. She broke their eye contact and started the conversation back up.
"Um, do you have anymore questions?"
Santana looked a little hurt at Brittany's sudden change in mood but she still had a question.
"How long have you been my angel?"
"As with almost all my charges, with the exception of my first, I was there when you were born to help you come into this world, but then I came back to you in the time when you needed me the most."
"When was that?" Santana asked curiously
"After your parents and your grandmother disowned you."
A tear was forming in Santana's eye but she looked up and blinked it away.
"So you were there when I got my job, and found my apartment and everything?"
Brittany nodded.
"But I don't want you to think that I caused those things to happen. I just gave you a little luck and encouragement. Everything good in your life has been accomplished by you, I'm just here to see to it that you are safe and never lose hope."
Santana smiled but then looked confused.
"Not to blame you, but where were you when I was shot?"
"No it's a fair question. I can only stop bad things from happening to you to an extent. For example if you are about to cross the road and don't see a car about to hit you, I can put something in your way to distract you or stop you from crossing, but you still have free will. If you were determined to cross that street there would be nothing I could do to stop that car from hitting you. So when you went to find that parolee, you didn't let anything stand in your way and you ended up getting shot."
"Wow, I knew my stubbornness was a problem but damn."
Brittany giggled and looked at the time. It was almost midnight.
"Oh wow I should really leave so you can get to bed."
She stood up causing Santana's feet to fall to the ground. The shorter girl stood up as well and grabbed Brittany's hand.
"Please stay with me. I don't feel safe without you."
"Santana don't be silly, I will always be here for you when you need me."
The blond dropped Santana's hand and got ready to shimmer when Santana stopped her again.
"I need you now."
Brittany melted under the gaze of her charge and decided it couldn't hurt to stay here with her, at least until she fell asleep.
"Okay I'll stay."
She followed Santana to her bedroom and waited on the bed until Santana had gotten ready and come in to join her.
"Goodnight Britt"
"Goodnight San"