I feel really bad for not posting this chapter sooner, but I'll be dead honest and say that I lost my inspiration along with the will to write this story and I apologize. Anyway, I decided to pick it up again and here it is. I hope it's good enough and I promise I'll update soon.
Enjoy and if you find it even remotely interesting please tell me so.
Disclaimer: I do not own Legion
"Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. "
Max Ehrmann
She woke with a start, grimacing slightly at the sting in her shoulder blades, lifting her hand slowly to touch her bandages. It was terribly itchy and hot and she made a motion to simply remove the white strap that covered the wounds.
- Don't do it. It might get infected – a hoarse whisper said next to her and she turned her head quickly, to be presented with the blue eyes of Michael, sharp in the darkness that surrounded them. Knowing he could see her as well, she nodded and nearly bit her tongue, letting a barely contained hiss when the movement caused a short sting of pain.
-Are you well? – he asked, reaching a hand to touch her, realizing a brief second later what he was doing and snatching it back, leaning his head on the wall and closing his eyes tightly. She turned to him once again, a faint heat rising to her cheeks.
-Yes- her voice sounded tight and had a touch of uncertainty in it – Can you feel them? Each hour they are getting closer.
-Indeed – Michael gave a curt nod that left Rachel debating with the task of not roll her eyes or mutter some unpleasant retort to him. Did he have to be so apathetic?
- You should sleep. You need you energy for what the morning will bring.
Without bothering to answer, she took a deep calming breath and closed her eyes; still clutching the blanket that she knew Michael had covered her with, when she had fallen asleep. Images from earlier swept in her mind, she couldn't get Charlie's face out of it, couldn't shake the feeling of power she had felt earlier that evening. Trying to recall how she had done it was nearly impossible. There was no warning. No wish to use the power, at least from her. She knew for certain the Fallen had no powers; they were stripped from them the moment they fled or were banished from Heaven. So how could she have done it?
-I can't sleep- she finally admitted- How can I when I know what's out there, ready to slaughter us?
A warm hand pulled her hand back from the thin blanket and placed it into another, both cupping hers, heating it between large and rough ones.
They sat in silence, Rachel chewing on her bottom lip, when she heard and felt him shuffling to sit closer to her.
-All that matters is the child; Charlie as well. We can only do so much to protect the others. We are no longer angels Rachel. Remember that. – His breath was tickling the side of her face and she bent her head, shaking it in denial.
-I know what we are now. I know what we are here for. That does not mean I will disregard the others. They all deserve to live, despite their sins. He's coming Michael… he's coming for us, for me. You must promise…
He squeezed her fingers, warning her to not say what he knew she would but she had none of that and slipped her hand away, tucking it in her arm.
-You must promise you will leave me behind, should something happen. You will save them.
-No. I will not leave you. – He whispered, teeth clenched and something foreign burning in his blue, cold eyes. She stood then, hiding the pain that went through her back once again. She just stood there and watched him, brown eyes ablaze.
-You have to. Compassion was never his forte. He will never forgive us for defying His orders. You know him as well as I do.
-We will fight together.
She inhaled sharply and her breath got caught in her throat at his tone, causing a strangled noise to escape her parted lips and Michael's hand' was in her arm again. This time she didn't protest and sat down, willing her heart to stop beating so hard. This hard, it would surely come to a stop.
Rachel looked ahead into the dark room and saw the few people, all scattered around each other, for what? Comfort maybe, they all needed it, she though as she pushed way some strands of dirty dark hair from her sweaty forehead. This place was hell. There was no other word for it.
If not, it was pretty damn well near it.
Her eyelids felt heavy as her eyes flickered open, trying not to fall asleep when there was so much she wanted to say but surely couldn't. The silence filled the room, only snores permeating the air. She smiled; at least someone was resting properly in the midst of the so called Apocalypse.
Michael could not sleep after what had happened. Her words had stayed in his head and would not come out, as much as he tried to think about his duties. He knew what lay ahead of them and was not hopefull in any way. He would fight Gabriel, that was as certain as the sun and the moon. But something in him wanted to believe Rachel would not be in any harms way. He knew, again, that it was impossible and found himself praying for an act of mercy on His behalf. That somehow He would lay everything behind and restore peace once again, like nothing had happened.
-Pray for us all. Maybe He'll listen...
