I wasn't planning on a part three, but it just begged to be written and then it happened. Thanks again for your reviews, and enjoy. :)

6 May 2007, Part 3

Naomi, Angel of the Lord, had resurrected Mycroft Holmes and flown him home less than an hour ago. The interaction had been brief, for she had been injured in the battle against Tamar and had things to do. The brothers were safe, if not a bit shaken up and acting awkwardly, so Naomi had left.

She landed in her office in Heaven again, taking a brief moment to fix her vessel's appearance and adjust the colors of the room to a variety of blues. The wound was already healing, but she would require a bit of rest in the coming future to recharge her grace completely. Her squadron had retrieved Tamar's body, and otherwise cleaned up the mess that she'd caused. But there were a few pressing matters she needed to attend to.

The visitor that walked through the glass doors had not been expected, and she lifted her eyes from the information she'd been working on and leaned back in her chair. "Raphael, I did not expect to see you."

"I was coming for a visit anyways, but your recent mission expedited the event." His voice was deep, authoritative, as he took one of the chairs that was across the desk.

"It is taken care of." Naomi said, meeting his dark eyes without fear, as was usual. She'd been appointed by him personally, and they had an understanding.

"I'm told you resurrected a human, sister." Raphael said, folding his hands on his lap. "Not a very common event, it is against nature's course."

"It wasn't nature's course that he died, it was Tamar's attempt at revenge. It was unnecessary collateral damage that I reversed." Naomi explained professionally. "And the human in question is important, unlike so many of them, I felt it was appropriate, if not necessary."

"Understandable." He replied and then paused. "I trust you, Naomi, that's why you're in this position. Your authority and decision making skills are unparalleled. But why the importance of just one human?"

"I know." Naomi said honestly, leaning forward as she clasped her hands on the desk in front of her. "And when I say he's important, it means I have a plan for his future and I need him alive."

"Is this another Solomon?" He asked, his face the usual emotionless, despite the subject of his question.

"If I recall correctly, you sanctioned that mission, brother." Naomi commented lightly, that part of her past neatly tucked away. Only Raphael was privy to that information. "Similar perhaps, but not the same, I have work to do after all."

"Agreed, I can't have you taking time off again." Raphael said, summoning a paper and sliding it towards her. "These are the objectives for the next year, now that Tamar's off the table, we need to find who she was working with. Information was exposed recently, I need it covered up as soon as possible."

"Understood." Naomi replied, glancing over the list quickly as Raphael stood up.

"I have faith you'll do well." He said, standing from the chair to lean over and press a hand to her injured shoulder. The wound healed completely, her grace restored, and she took a moment to attune herself to it again.

"Thank you, Raphael." She said, bowing her head in a respective and thankful manner.

"Don't let it happen again." He stepped away from the chair and towards the door, but he turned back towards her. "And, Naomi?"

"Yes?"

"Even if this is another Solomon, you need to hide your tracks a little better. Tamar didn't just happen upon that knowledge by herself. You may have a mole in your team, one that wishes to undermine you, perhaps a bit of re-evaluation is needed."

Naomi's expression turned solemn, but she nodded. "I rely on your wisdom and appreciate your support, Raphael, thank you."

—

Meanwhile, back on Earth, Naomi had disappeared in a flutter, leaving Sherlock and Mycroft standing awkwardly in the middle of the sitting room at the Holmes estate. Sherlock had shuffled slightly, looking out the window at the darkness outside.

Mycroft took a moment to focus himself, it was taking a lot longer than he normally would have liked. But he cleared his throat, blue eyes looking over his little brother again. "I'm hungry, and you haven't eaten all day, let's find some dinner."

Sherlock looked like he was close to refusing, but a moment later he nodded his head. "Yeah."

Mycroft didn't reply, just took the lead out the double doors and down the hall to the kitchen. He was silent through the quick search of the freezer, the microwaving of the deluxe frozen dinner, and then the move to the kitchen table. Two glasses of water later, and both of the Holmes brothers were seated and eating in complete silence.

Several minutes passed before Mycroft sat back in his chair and took a drink of the water. "Sherlock…are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Sherlock said immediately, taking a break from the pasta dish he was about halfway through.

"Obviously." Mycroft replied dryly, leaning back in his chair.

"I should be asking how you are, you're the one who died." Sherlock shot back, attempting to dodge any further questions on his current state.

"Not permanently, apparently." Mycroft replied, clasping hands in his lap. He released a breath slow through his nose. "Your reaction was a bit…unexpected, I just want to ensure you are going to be alright."

"Caring is not an advantage." Sherlock replied flatly, obviously (at least to Mycroft) attempting to rein in his emotions. "I was caught up in the moment, I'd guess. Why are we discussing this, it didn't actually happen."

"It did happen. It just was reversed. I still remember, you still remember. If you wish to delete it, at least control your response first." Mycroft spoke calmly, the usual prompting he'd always done while trying to help his little brother gain control of the mind he possessed.

Sherlock let out a breath. "I'm fine, just carry on." He made a dismissive motion. "What of your angel?"

"She is not my angel." Mycroft replied, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And I assume I'll be seeing her tomorrow again, as that's the usual day. Questions will be answered then, I'm not in a hurry."

"Are you safe now?" Sherlock questioned.

"She made it seem so."

"And you trust her?"

Mycroft paused, mentally turning over the events of the evening as well as the memories of his few minutes being dead. Heaven wasn't necessarily something he'd believed in, but the facts were there. He dismissed it for later consideration. "I'm not sure at this point, perhaps I do, but I still feel very in the dark. I'll discuss the situation with her tomorrow."

"Just…don't vanish again. I don't care if you can be resurrected, I don't want to do... that again." Sherlock said, awkwardly, looking away.

The corner of Mycroft's mouth twitched just slightly as he regarded his brother again. "I'll do my best. I suppose it's not unfortunate to know that I have an angel around."

"A guardian angel then?" Sherlock scoffed. "You would, like the British Government needs one more form of security."

"I'm not the only one with a guardian angel." Mycroft insisted, more to tease than anything.

"Have you figured out what she wants yet?" The younger changed the subject, reaching for his glass of water.

"Not really, it would appear that she just wants what she is getting. Company. Granted, I haven't given it considerable thought since the beginning, nothing's really changed."

"I suppose we'll see." Sherlock concluded, letting out another sigh. "Or you'll see, I'm not sure she likes me all that much. Not that I mind."

Mycroft huffed in amusement, picking up his fork again. He paused a moment before he repeated thoughtfully,"I suppose we'll see."