A/N: So since I felt so bad for you guys that I left it still on a really bad cliff hanger last time, I decided to update quicker than I would usually :p so here's a pretty big insight to what is going on, and I hope you guys enjoy it! I'm kinda nervous, and the story in the next few chapters, like chapter 24 I think takes a turn that i really did not expect to write to be completely honest with all of you; so I hope you guys tell me what your stand is on this. Umm for me i don't think i left it on a huge cliffy ... and that's saying a lot :p

Special thanks to Star for making this as readable as she could!

Enjoy!

Celest ^i^

"Oh for shits sake Gabe what the hell is that?" Jazz asked exasperatedly pointing an accusing finger at Missy.

Missy raised one of her eyebrows as usual, "I have a name Tinker Bell."

"Look I really don't care right now can you all please just shut up!" Amy shouted above the rising din. She looked up again at Gabe, and she saw something which made her curious. He was still angry but she could tell that that anger was not directed at her. She also detected sadness, did something else happen? Or did this still have to do with her earlier?

"Gabe what is Missy doing here?"

Gabe shuffled as he looked at all of them, "She's here because she says she can help-"

Jazz snorted at this, "Really Gabe? Since when did you take peoples word for it just like that? What the hell could she have said that convinced you?"

Gabe shrugged his shoulders, "Let's just listen to her ok? Hear her out. Maybe she'll say something that we need to know."

Jazz was adamantly shaking her head in refusal; however Lance seemed intrigued. Once Jazz noticed that Lance wasn't backing her side in this she glared at him, "Lance you can't be telling me that you think this is a good idea for her to be here are you?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Well maybe she can give us some answers."

Jazz merely stared at him in bafflement but it was Missy who responded to the warlock's words. "Oh I can give you all answers alright; for instance what's up with Amy, and her little glow worm thing going on here."

Jazz glared at the blonde model, "Look the only reason you're here is to get the horn."

Missy smirked at her, "Truth be told I wasn't exactly sure where the horn was. To be honest I assumed that Gabe here had hid it again from prying eyes; but with what you just said just now, I can be assured that it's still here in this apartment. Want to blow your foot again Jazz?"

Jazz seemed taken aback by Missy using her name, however, colour started to spot on her cheeks from her slip up as Amy looked at Jazz. She turned back to Missy, "Ok tell you what; I'm interested in what you have to say. And if you can give me answers to what I exactly am then I'm willing to entertain you."

Missy nodded her head as she walked around Gabe standing in the doorway and towards the fridge. "Wise choice," she told them as she grabbed a coke bottle and snapped the lid off expertly. "Let's go in the dining room, you have a fabulous view of the Vatican from there and I'm sure it'll be more comfortable."

Their small ragtag group followed Missy as she walked into the dining room. They awkwardly sat around the table and Amy linked her hands on top of it. To her surprise Gabe sat right beside her and even more surprising was when he reached over and grasped her hand quickly giving it a comforting squeeze. She turned her head to face him and he gave her a small wink back. Smiling hesitantly she squeezed his hand as well but pulled her hand away when Missy cleared her throat. She looked at the two of them in amusement and then leaned back in the chair and made herself comfortable.

"Nice place you have here," she remarked absentmindedly.

Jazz rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to retort back when they all felt the table shift and a thump was heard below. Jazz glared heated daggers straight at Lance and it was no big secret as to what had happened.

"As I was saying in the kitchen Amy you're coming into your inheritance I guess you can say," Missy began.

"My inheritance?" she asked dubiously. This sounded like something straight out of the eighteenth century or something. "What you mean like a gift?"

Missy cocked her head slightly to the side as she studied her, "I guess you could say that. Depends how you look at all of this because it could be a gift or a curse." She grinned at them all as she said this to which Amy was met with chills dancing up and down her spine.

"What exactly does that mean?" She could see Gabe staring intently at Missy as if he was trying to get into her brain and read her thoughts. For all she knew he could do that to.

"It means that your birthright has awakened; which makes sense for some people because-"

"Okay Missy slow down! I don't even know what I am and you're talking about birthrights, inheritance, and you were just going to go off on another major tandem and I can't help it that I can't keep up with this," Amy said, "Let's just start simply. What am I?"

Missy looked at her. "You're a nephilim."

Amy blinked at her and the rest of the table was completely quiet, "I'm a what?"

"A nephilim," Missy repeated again, "You know a soul born from the union between a woman and an angel. It's interesting though that your mother had survived since most women who give birth to the angel children die during labor. It's the labor itself and the act of giving birth to a celestial being. Mortal woman usually can't handle the strain placed on their bodies and soul."

Amy merely gaped at her, "Are you trying to say that my mom got knocked up by some angel and that I'm the product of that union? An angel child?"

Missy shrugged, "If that works for you then sure."

Amy floundered for a few seconds, "But – my mom- no that's impossible – she – she – she never cheated on my dad!"

Missy merely gave an eye roll, "With all due respect Amy how would you know?"

Amy seemed to deflate at this as if she were waiting for someone to deny Missy's allegations for her. What a stupid notion. It was true though; she didn't know if her mom had cheated on her dad but never in any of her years had she heard them arguing. Did her dad actually think maybe he was the father? Had mom hid this from all of them?

She shook her head in anger, "You're lying to me and just screwing with me."

"Believe me I wish I was," Missy said, "Unfortunately I'm not. You're the product of a human and angel coupling hence your birthright and now it's just coming into the picture."

Amy was adamantly shaking her head as Missy kept on repeating this to her. Lance, Jazz and Gabe didn't even say a peep, "Why would you even say this?"

Missy huffed in annoyance, "Have you been having migraines? Nightmares of things or places you can't make out and you end up screaming out? Maybe you have more of a connection to the people around you? Drawn to the more supernatural aspects of this world? Do you have a high IQ? Most nephilim are gifted with incredible deductive powers, reasoning, and smarts that could put Albert Einstein to shame. Above all I guess is your healing ability or part of your grace. What you just saw now? That was your grace reacting to your distress to come to your aid."

"She's lying right?" asked Amy turning to Gabe. She still didn't want to face the fact that this was actually happening to her but her hopes were immediately dashed when Gabe merely sighed and shook his head.

"It appears she is not," Gabe told her morosely; "However, I wish she were."

Amy's shoulders slumped, "Yeah you and me both man. Hey so why now?"

Missy gazed up at her through her lashes, "Why what now?"

"Why the powers now?!" Amy asked in frustration throwing her hands up in the air. "I mean my whole life I've really never shown any kinds of talents like this so why would it start now?"

"I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that you came into contact with a weapon from heaven. It helped jump start your latent powers and gave you like a double A battery boost. It's been known to happen to some nephilim over histories that have made contact with similar other weapons," Missy explained as if it were nothing, "It's only a guess but I would have to think it's pretty spot on."

Jazz gazed at her with narrowed eyes, "How do you know so much of this?"

Missy winked at her, "I just know when to do my homework."

Jazz rolled her eyes, "Yeah right," she muttered quietly under her breath.

"Your one of them," Lance said in a monotone voice.

Everyone at the table froze at this and stared at Missy. The blonde merely flicked back her long golden hair and winked at them.

"Wait you didn't deny-"

"Oh please Amy don't be so naïve; it'll be the death of you one day if you're not careful," she simpered. Gabe's hand cracked the chair rest and Missy raised her hand up defensively. "I meant no offense by it. Seriously though Amy you can't be that dense. Of course I would lie to you about what I actually am. Nephilim aren't even supposed to be in existence anymore; so the fact of the matter that I'm still alive isn't lost on me believe me."

Amy merely nodded accepting her explanation. "Why were you trying to steal the horn though?"

Missy waved her finger disappointingly and clucked her tongue. "All in good time. Now do you want help with your powers or not?"

Amy didn't know what to say to that. Sure she wanted help; however, on the other hand she was nervous. All of this was just thrown in her face, she had just glowed like a freaking light bulb in the kitchen, and now she realized that her mom got knocked up with her, not by her biological dad, but an angel. Fan fucking tastic.

"I guess," she murmured quietly, "Gabe what do you think?"

Gabe looked at her with his honey golden eyes and Amy was again taken away by the different tones swirling through them. He really was out of this world. However, she couldn't help but notice that he still seemed troubled and saddened. They would have to talk about everything as soon as the chance arose.

"I say go for it; and I'll be there with you every step of the way." He told her smiling at her as he took her hand again and squeezed it gently.

She felt a surge of confidence go through her at the contact and let out a beaming smile at the trickster. Turning to Missy with new found confidence she nodded to her. "Okay, let's do this thing."

Missy smirked, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Hey wait hang on," Lance interrupted before they could move, "If Amy's mortal father wasn't her biological dad and it was instead an angel which angel?"

Amy looked at Missy awaiting the other nephilim's response. Missy looked down at the table and chewed her bottom lip. Amy frowned at this behavior; it wasn't like Missy to do any kind of bodily harm to herself or be this nervous about giving any kind of information away. Something was genuinely bothering her about this question.

"Well it's only a rumor I think or so I've heard," Missy began. She didn't get that far when Jazz cut right through her.

"Wait what do you mean a rumor?" She asked in confusion. "Are you telling me that more people out there know about Amy even before we knew?!"

Missy frowned at Jazz, "Look pixie dust you have your sources and I have mine so back off!"

Jazz miraculously took Missy's advice and sat back in her chair demurely. Missy shook her head, "Seriously the shear arrogance of you." Jazz rolled her eyes at this but otherwise didn't say anything. "Like I said it's only a rumor but it's a pretty big one if it has any truth to it."

Gabe frowned, "Well?"

"Supposedly the rumor is that Amy's real father, the one that actually sired her, is Michael, the ruler of heaven and the head of the archangels."

Amy heard what Missy had to say but within 3 seconds her entire world went black and all she could think in her head as she fell into a bottomless pit of blackness, 'I hope somebody catches me.'

A/N: Well? I would really like to hear from you guys! New and old reviewers a like so please tell me how you think were doing here X) I think it's the next chapter as well that you guys will like ;) congrats on being roughly over half way done now!