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I stare down at my lover as I continue to cradle him in my arms. His breathing is soft and deep and his gorgeous blue eyes lay in a calmer slumber than before. My own eyes search every feature on him that is within my sights. From the light discolorations that you call old scars on the right side of his face in the ever so slight marking of claws barely seen to the the mis matched variety of his eyelashes. My gaze then wanders to his hair and stare in eiry wonder.

A single streak of his hair remains black while the rest has turned a gorgeous silver white. In my staring I pause and raise a hand to his hair. The very roots of his hair seem to be turning a dark red and I puzzle over it for several minutes before Jackson begins to rouse from his sleep. Jackson's eyelids flicker lightly for a moment before his stunning blue eyes open and then focus on my face. The corner of my lips raise lightly as I smile at him.

"How are you feeling?" I whisper gently and he yawns and nuzzles his face into my chest softly.

"Better now." There are deep bags under his eyes that worry me slightly but just as I'm about to say something he interjects.

"I'm fine, really." He looks into my eyes earnestly and I sigh.

"I'd rather have Carlisle check you over to make sure either way." Jackson smiles widely at me and nods.

"Alright, but I don't feel like walking so will you carry me instead, my darling southern man?" he rolls the last bit and I let out a soft chuckle before scooping him up bridal style and walking to Carlisle's home office where he keeps his personal medical equipment.

"Happy?" I ask letting my southern accent out a little more and Jackson giggles.

"Very." Carlisle just shakes his head lightly and chuckles.

"Alright, I need you to sit him up on the table here so that I can do a full examination." Carlisle motions to his rolly metal table as he turns to get a few things. I sit Jackson down gently and kiss his check before Carlisle turns back around. "Say ah." He states and checks inside of Jackson's mouth. He then goes about checking his eyes and inside his ears before making him take deep breaths to hear his breathing. "Okay, now can I ask you to take out your wings so that I can check how they are doing?" Jackson nods and takes a breath.

"Hear me now father who are't in haven Hallowed be thy name. I send my prayer so that you may hear it and grant me thy grace." Jackson's eyes widen and he gives a bit of a grown as his wings begin to come out. He manages to control them enough even in his unstead state so that they don't knock anything in the room over but once they are fully out he is panting and cringing in pain.

"Steady now..." Carlisle holds Jackson's shoulder lightly. "Can you tell me what hurts?" I stand just to Jackson's side holding myself still in wait.

"I-it feels like my wings are on fire a-and my back is burning." Jackson whimpers and clutches onto the edge of the metal table for stability.

"Alright, I'm going to look them over as painlessly as I possibly can." Carlisle states and walks to the other side of Jackson who nods quietly and bites his lip. I gently reach and take one of Jackson's hands into my own and he smiles softly at me as he relaxes a bit. After a little while Carlisle speaks again. "There doesn't seem to be wrong with anything in your wings from what I can tell but there is an extreme amount of irritated skin around where they exit your skin."

"H-how are the feathers around that area?" Jackson asks shakily.

"They've turned a Crimson color but it seems to be natural other than that they seem to be fine." Jackson freezes and terror shines in his eyes. "Jackson?" Carlisle comes back around to the front of Jackson and kneels in front of him so that he can see his face past his bangs. "Jackson what's wrong?" For a moment Jackson's lips open and closed soundlessly before tears start to well up in his eyes and his voice finally comes out.

"I-I'm losing my wings..." Jackson's voice cracks and he curls in on himself a little as he sobs. I can feel his shaking through his hand and I move so that I can hug him without touching his irritated back or being in the way of Carlisle.

"Shhh... shhhh" I hush him gently and continue to hold him. "What do you me?" I ask once Jackson has calmed down a little.

"I-It's called Fearstreak. In the genes of angels it can be called either a disease or a curse pending on how you got it. M-most angel's must soak in holy waters in order to cleanse themselves b-but no such waters truly exist on this plane..." tears continue to fall down his cheeks.

"What about the waters in churches?" Carlisle asks worriedly and Jackson shakes his head.

"Faith water such as what they have is nothing compared to water drawn by the elder angels. I mean maybe if I had a large enough concentrated amount of holy water and I meditated in it I may be able to at least delay the effects but I have no clue for how long..." Jackson is shaking worse and I look to Carlisle worriedly. That same worry reflects in his eyes and he asks another question.

"What will happen when you lose your wings?" His voice is quiet and Jackson sobs into my shoulder.

"N-no one has ever survived Fearstreak after losing their wings..." He chokes out and every muscle in my body tense before I hug him to me more.

"Shhh, it's going to be okay... We'll find a way to fix this..." I cradle Jackson more firmly and look to Carlisle who is watching sadly before nodding.

*I will save you... even if I have to make god himself cure you.*

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