"He's been reading that thing for the last four days!"
Wilson glanced over to the left where House seem to be fuming his rage towards. Across the cafeteria, Taub sat to himself in a booth, far towards the exit, his nose buried in sheets of paper. "Is it a new case?" Wilson asked, making House sigh and swipe a couple of his fries. "No, Chase says it's a story Kutner wrote."
"Kutner writes?"
"Don't be to shocked, we're talking about the kid I called in once on a weekend to have him pounce in dressed up as some anime sci fye drag queen!"
"I thought he was dressed up from Star Wars."
"Same thing, whatever he wrote has Taub by the balls, he wont put that thing down!"
Wilson took another bit from his sandwich as he watched Houses employee flip another page over.
"Hm, I wonder if I could read it too."
Lucas peeked over the brush, his fingers pushing the branches aside slowly. He waited in til the coast was clear and he no longer felt the heavenly light. Damn curse, pure blood demons could not look upon the heavenly light without some form of pain. When one walks the shadows of sins and darkness, the light becomes far to painful to look at. When he felt the world fall back into place and the sweet scent of the angels were drifted away by the warm winds. He step out into view.
He looked about, his lips a frown. Where was Greg? Had they taken him to the heavens to punish him? It was a high crime indeed to kidnap a Miracle, since there were so few, but he knew his friend could of easily escaped…
At least he hoped that.
His eyes caught a figure spread out on the ground, an eerie sound lifting from that trembling form. The sight of bloody black wings made Lucas rush forward, his eyes wide with shock.
Greg laid on the ground, his wings lop-sided on his back. His clothing were tattered and torn, blood staining and smearing along his skin. His shoulder trembled and when Lucas got close enough, he heard the sound of laughter. Greg was laughing on the ground. It was a empty laugh, madness. Those blue eyes were wide, pupils were all but gone. His face broken in a wide open smile as tears and blood fell from his eyes and jaw. Fingers pulled at the grass below, ripping them from the dirt. Lucas took a step back, he feared Greg had gone insane.
Greg looked to close to the light.
"They took him."
Lucas moved to the side, careful to walk up beside him. "I noticed." He replied. Greg kept staring at the ground, his cheek pressed into the slowly dieing grass that his head rested upon. "I let them take him…"
"Not much of a choice. Besides, you'll get him back."
Gregs laughing ceased at the comment, leaving him still and quiet on the floor.
"He broke a taboo Greg. He saved a soul that was not meant to be, he will be charged and placed down here with us. You will have your tail Greg, you did your deed."
"No." Greg whispered.
"No? What do you mean No?"
Greg moved, his body sluggish. Lucas flinched at the sight of Greg wing, the wound he suffered looked very gruesome. The black flesh had been carved right open, letting his eyes see the very bone. He needed to treat it before it got infected or he would risk loosing it. Taking off his coat, Lucas began to pad it as Greg whispered, his body slumped, sitting on his rump on the ground.
"He is a Miracle…"
"And?"
"Miracles can do what they will with no consequences. So, he can touch a mortal soul and change their fate and the heavens can not punish him… I did nothing. I lost."
Lucas pressed his lips thinly before letting out a sigh. Wrapping his coat around Greg damaged wing, he muttered, his fingers reaching out to brush threw his friends hair.
"Well.. We'll just have to do something better next time hm?"
Greg didn't answer him nor did he react to the touch. He simply sat there, his arms at his side, his legs bent up to his chest. He sat and stared at the clearing that once held his youngest friend.
He lost James….
James opened his eyes when the wind stopped blowing. He had hoped with a heavy heart, when his eyes opened he would see the green field of earth and his blue eye demon waiting for him by the lake. His blue eye demon with that smirking smile and warm arms. What he saw instead were the heavens grounds. Pure white light across the stretch of clouds and mist. Blue skies giving anyone a view of delight and beauty. Before him laid the golden gates, where endless souls passed threw and sinners casted out. His hands were released and he looked back up to the blond angel whom took him from Greg.
"Welcome home James." He whispered, his accent a gentle purr to his ears. Taking a step aside, he placed his arm out, a gesture for James to walk threw the gates first. To walk back into his home. "Will I be able to return to earth?" He asked lightly. The blond angel sighed a heavy sigh.
"Nay, The lord and master of us has deemed it to dangerous for you. You will stay here upon the heavens grounds and only leave when ordered. You will not return to the world alone, you will have one of our guardians accompany you. To keep you safe."
"I was safe." He muttered making the other shake his head. "It is for your own good James. Please, forget about the earth and the demon whom you shared with."
"He's name is Greg." James snapped making the other frown.
"… Sorry. Forget Greg, this is where you belong and where you must stay. Now pass, our lord and master wishes to see you as soon as possible."
James shoulders slumped at his new found fate, the idea of never again seeing his blue eye demon bringing tears to his eyes. But this was for their own good right? If he did not return, Greg might have been killed… This was for their own good. With a backwards glance, he looked back upon the earth one last time, a sad smile touching his lips. He would never forget the two days he spent upon the world nor would he forget his lessons. A choked sob escaped his throat making his wings open to cover his face from the others eyes. He loved Greg. He loved the fallen angel who spat and cursed the heavens. He loved the rage Greg felt but the gentleness he laid upon the other. He loved Greg and now, he would never see him again.
Wiping his face, he took a deep breath and walked. Perhaps one day he could sneek away.
One day.
He took a step, his body gliding over the threshold. He was home, he had returned.
He felt a sudden pain.
The gates glowed and the clouds darkened. The golden metal became black as the gentle stream of music came to a sudden stop. A scream ripped out from James throat when his body was wrapped. It felt as thou invisible ribbons wrapped themselves around his forearms and legs, a burning pressure squeezing his chest, yanking him back. His body flew back across the threshold, sliding back out from the entrance.
The pressure was gone but he struggled to breath, the impact shocking his body to a still. On the misted ground he looked at the heaven gates with fear and wide eyes. The black metal bars hissing at him before slowly returning back to their normal appearance. What just happened?
He looked over to the blond hair angel whom stared at the sight in fear and shock. "What happened?" James asked, finally taking a breath.
The blond hair angel covered his mouth before shaking his head. His feet quick to run towards the gate. "This can not be." He spoke. James sat up frowning, flinching. Looking down, he noticed his wrists were burning, red slashes marrying his skin. "What happened? I don't understand!"
He looked back up only to be greeted by the blond angels bewildered face. He stood before him, his hand covered his mouth in horror. What happened? What did he do?
"James… You committed a sin..."
Greg hissed and jerked a little from Lucas touch, his fingers curling into the ground below. "Its not as bad as I thought." Lucas smiled, tying the last strap over the throbbing wound. "It sucks huh? If you were a full demon, this wound would heal up in a matter of hours. The downfall of a black soul is that the touch of a pure hand or weapon will cause great damage and take greater time to heal. Since your still a fallen, it will most likely take you a week before the skin grows back."
"Perfect." Greg hissed at Lucas pat.
"Oh don't be such a sour puss." Like a playful kitten, Lucas crawled his way around to settle himself upon Gregs lap. Straddling his out stretched legs. "I know what will cheer you up." He purred. Greg looked down slowly, letting his eyes trail over the tan skin of his friend chest. Lucas had used his coat and shirt as bandages for his wing so his flesh laid ripe and bear, awaiting his touch, his lips. With a gentle hand, he touched Lucas chest, letting his fingers trace the right peck, waitching his skin tighten, feel him shiver. Turning his hand, he let his knuckles brush along Lucas side, feeling the roughness, firm. Not smooth like James. Closing his eyes a little, Gregs lips pressed. Lucas's body was different, to different from James. Lucas was muscular, define. Like he was craved right out of marble. Once, Greg worshiped this body, he would spend hours upon hours tracing, kissing, nipping at the offering flesh in til Lucas was a pool of arousal and need. Once he would sneak Lucas away from his deeds or urge him to hurry just so he could press him against any solid surface, to seek his pleasure inside Lucas hot embrace. Once…
But now, Greg wanted another body. Closing his eyes fully, he pictured it, him. James… God, Greg wanted to taste that flesh again. That flesh that wasn't fully tan but was sun kissed. His body was finer and toned, still soft and smooth. His body smelt like heaven, sweet and warm. Like french vanilla, Greg never had a sweet tooth but one taste of James lips and Greg had the sudden urge to latch on and rot his teeth out with those kisses.
Opening his eyes, he watched Lucas lean forward, his lips parting in a eager offering. His body gave no responds, it was like his body wanting nothing more then to curl in on itself and disappear. Clenching his jaw, Greg touched Lucas's forearm and slowly pushed him back, removing him fully from his lap. Lucas opened his eyes, his lips parting more in his slack jaw. He was being…refused?
"Greg?"
"Not in the mood." He claimed hurriedly.
Lucas sat there for a moment, puzzled. It didn't take long for him to notice, how Greg kept looking back down the grassy hill to the spot that held days event.
"Not in the mood." Lucas whispered before raising a brow. "Or perhaps, your just not in the mood for me."
Greg left eye twitched a little making Lucas smile. So that was it. "James did something to you."
Greg stayed silent, refusing to met Lucas's eyes. The other just gave a knowing nod before pushing himself to stand. "Who knew, an angel would be your Achilles heel. He truly is a miracle."
Greg pressed his lips a little before glancing back up to his friend. Lucas was taking this.. a lot better then he thought. "Your not upset?" Lucas only shrugged, ruffling his bangs from his forehead. "Of course I am, look at me!" Opening his arms wide, he turned before Gregs amused eyes. "How can really turn this down? I mean, come on! You can bounce a penny off this ass!"
"I feel bad for the penny."
Lucas only laughed out, his hands finding his hips. "Greg, remember what I told you before. Demons are not how people view or who they are told. We are not evil, we do not wake up day after day thinking of new ways to drain this world dry or what bloody massacre we could do next. That is our job, we do it for the balance not out of twisted sick pleasure. We are not evil…"
"We are just damned…" Greg finished making Lucas smile.
With a nod of his head, Lucas reached down and grabbed Gregs hands. Pulling his fallen friend to his feet, Lucas rose Gregs hands in the air over their heads, their fingers lacing. Closing his eyes, Lucas took a deep breath, folding his wing lightly upon his back while Greg watched him, a brow raised.
"I am I." Lowering their arms, Lucas let Gregs hands go to cup his face, his thumbs brushing along his thin small hairs that covered his cheeks. "You are you."
Greg closed his eyes a little when Lucas brought him forward, letting their foreheads touch. "I do my thing and you do your thing."
"I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not in this world to live up to mine.
And if by chance we find each other, its beautiful. If not, it can't be helped."
Opening his eyes, Greg looked down at Lucas who smiled up at him. Removing his hands, he stepped back, letting his arms fall back to his side.
"You are you…. I am I."
"That was so gay." Greg muttered but Lucas only shrugged, they stared at each other then for a heart beat or two, before Greg gave a little smile, letting them both share a chuckle.