A/N: Hello again to everyone back for another chapter of this story :) Thanks for being so supportive all of you and staying loyal! Now I know that it's been a while and to be quite honest guys this may be the last update for a while. I'm sorry! But now I'm applying myself to my class more and more and I just don't sometimes have the amount of time, what with that, studying, plans with the girls, and even my own reading schedule. Writing has been kind of taking a back burner for now...although I'm going to try to do a little bit everyday or every other day and hopefully you'll still see it around!

Umm so there's a point in this chapter where Missy and Amy kind of have a small heart to heart almost. It's modeled after Banff in Alberta. My friend recently went there only two months ago now, and she showed me the pictures. It's absolutely gorgeous there, so for any of you who have been there I'm jealous :p that scene was modeled after one of her camera shots of the area and you can't really do it any kind of justice. Big shout out to Harry and Harriet her resident groundhogs that kept her company and scared her mom ;D

Anyways I hope you guys are all pumped for all the new shows that are beginning and the seasons kicking up again! Just watched Sleepy Hollow, I needed to tape it though. And it was phenomenal! Guys seriously look into that show if you like the whole supernatural aspect of shows...well okay maybe that's kind of obvious because your here in the Supernatural section of the site for tv shows. One of them anyways lol or look into Once Upon A Time. You won't be dissapointed!

I'd like to know what are some of your favorite shows that you watch on TV? Or do you just not watch any :)

Enjoy!

Celest ^i^

PS Special thanks to Star for looking this over and doing her damn best with it :)

Over the next few months they all worked tirelessly for Amy to regain complete control of her body. She had to relearn some of the most basic steps again, and they had to start with the wings…

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The Day After

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Amy sighed as she stood out on in a plain open field, Missy standing in front of her trying to coax the right responses from her. The blonde was attempting to teach her the art of flying; but first, as she had tricked her, she had to develop the proper muscles in order to keep herself aloft. Amy had been peeved that the blonde nephilim had not told her this though, and had stared at her with a heated glare in her eyes.

"Oh don't look at me that way," Missy scoffed to her, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect, "Did you honestly think that you would be able to start flying around just like that?" She asked disbelieving, laughing at her apparent foolishness.

Amy pouted slightly as she stared at Missy. "Well yeah I actually did!" She raised her hands, slapping them against her sides, defeated. "You made it sound like that was the plan so sue me if I thought that's what you meant."

"No," Missy said patiently, "I said we were going to start you on the road to flying." Missy walked over to her so that they were standing mere inches apart. "It takes a lot of work, perseverance, and guts to learn how to fly. You may have the wings but you need the heart to do it."

Amy frowned as she stared at her. "What do you mean "the heart"?"

Missy cracked her neck slowly and then sighed. "I mean that flying doesn't just involve a pair of wings, and the stupidity to jump off a cliff to learn how to get going. Many nephilim in the past, who have had wings, have either A never actually used them, or B didn't mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually prepare themselves for the emotions that they would experience as they flew." Missy stopped at seeing her confused expression and sighed. "Amy, when you learn how to fly you're going to become emotional. There's a reason that the wings of an angel, or a nephilim, are the heart and soul of the being. It's because of the close bond that runs between the two of you. It's almost like your ID, if you lose it; to some people it's like losing yourself. This is an entirely different matter; when you first saw your wings how did you feel?"

Amy shrugged as she thought back to yesterday. After the overwhelming fear, pain, worry she felt upon seeing them she had started to feel protective, love and happiness upon gazing at their plumage. Now as she stood in the middle of a wide open field, with the sun beating down on the both of them, she couldn't help but feel the flood of those same emotions again.

The red of the feathers shown like liquid lava hot and boiling to the touch; the gold like soft amber, or like sunlight filtering through the trees, on a hot day in noon, through a canopy of trees.

"Love," she said decisively, "I felt love when I looked at them for the first time."

Missy nodded, "Good that's excellent. It means that the bond between the two of you is very strong. See some people make the mistaken judgment that wings are just parts of your body, like your arms or legs, but in reality they are more aware then we give them credit for. Even us nephilim and angels do not understand the full scope of how aware our wings are; although we keep trying too.

"So okay we have to get started somewhere; what I want you to do is unfold your wings and hold them straight out to your sides," Missy explained to her as she crossed her arms. "Well? Go on don't be shy just because I'm standing here."

Amy huffed as her wings still remained motionless at her sides. She had figured out how to fold them neatly behind her back, in an effort to keep them from wreaking too much havoc in the suite. However, it seemed that she couldn't exactly figure out the exact way to do it again.

"Umm I don't know anything about manners when it comes to angel to angel; but isn't it bad etiquette for other angels or something to witness the others wings?" asked Amy quietly. She didn't want to exactly admit to Missy that she had no clue to start. The other nephilim before her had been impressed that she had been able to figure out on her own how to keep them folded behind her without her help. She had felt a swell of pride at the others shock and slight delight at having witnessed her come that far on her own.

Missy raised one of her eyebrows, which Amy was just starting to think she used to show off. "Your right you don't know anything about angel etiquette so maybe don't assume that which you do not know. Comprende?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "Sure," she said dejectedly as she crossed her arms defensively. "How exactly do I get them to do what I want though?"

Missy observed her quietly for a quick minute then sighed. "Okay Amy I want you to just close your eyes." Amy glared at her in doubt, unwilling to become that vulnerable to this girl. Missy rolled her eyes. "Will you just fucking trust me already you little powder puff and do it? Do you want to learn to fly or not?"

Amy sighed but reluctantly did what Missy asked of her. She closed her eyes; she could hear the whisper in the long stems of grass that surrounded them, the far chirping of birds on the wing, the feel of the wind as it ghosted around her body, and she could smell the faint aromatic perfume that wafted around Missy's body like a wreath. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Slowly, she felt her muscles loosen and relax, her hands falling open at her sides.

"Good," Missy whispered to her gently, "Now I want you to feel your wings; feel how the wind whispers against the feathers, how they all smooth together, and the light tickling of the grass just sweeping under the tips of them. Feel the heavy weight on your shoulders and relish in it; at the absolute power you command from them; for even though they are delicate, they have the capacity to be strong and carry you into the mightiest of battles."

Amy breathed deeply again as she did what Missy asked; still keeping her eyes closed she focused all of her attention of the heavy weight that was bestowed upon her back. She felt the wind whispering through the plush plumage, how it tickled the pair of them like an old friend. The grass swishing against the longest feathers almost like a lovers caress. She couldn't help but smile as she came to feel the world around her with just the senses coming from her wings.

"That's it Amy," Missy whispered softly, encouraging the young nephilim to let go, "Now what I want you to do is slowly relax and open your wings to the world. Allow them to bloom from your back, like how a flower opens to the sun; allow them the freedom that you, and they, both crave."

Amy couldn't help the small smile play across her lips as she felt the sun warming her wings. Without her knowledge they began to open to their full span. She could feel the warm, comforting rays of the sun beating down on her; the wind caressing and whispering strongly through the feathers.

"Amy," a gentle sigh permeated the air, "Open your eyes."

She obeyed the soft voice and slowly blinked her eyes open. Missy was standing before her smirking, but it was pride that covered her face instead of scorn. She frowned and realized that there was a strong weight on both sides of her body; looking over she stared in wide open bewilderment as she took in the long, bright red and gold feathers almost glittering in the sun. Gasping in shock she lost her balance and the wings gave a quick burst of power to help right herself. She leaned forwards in order to try and regain some of her equilibrium and sighed in relief as she regained her balance. The wings had slightly drooped at her sudden lack of concentration but still remained open at her sides.

"How? How did I?"

"It's because you wished it," Missy told her, "You have to want them to do as you ask Amy. See wings are just another body part; like controlling your hands for example. When you want to write or grab something with your hand it's not a knee jerk response. Your brain sends you a signal quicker than you can understand to control that specific part of your body and move it at your own whim and desire. The same thing applies to your wings now, in time you will become so in tune with them that you won't even be realizing that you're controlling them; it will become second nature to you."

"So that's what I did?" Asked Amy hesitantly, "I was controlling them?"

Missy smiled gently. "Yes, yes you were." She sighed as she went and sat on a log maybe five feet away. Leaning back on it she gazed at her with a sudden observant power. "I want you to hold them out to your side again and slowly make them beat up and down; not enough to get you airborne mind you, just enough where you feel the movement and the muscles that have to work with them."

"How is that going to help me fly?" asked Amy puzzled by what the other nephilim was telling her.

"What?" asked Missy trying not to laugh. "Did you think that you could just pop into the sky like a little cupid and whisk around? You have to train your body Amy. In other words you have to be fit."

Amy couldn't help the little groan that escaped her throat as Missy smirked at her. She slowly began trying to life her wings to follow through with the order.

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Two Weeks Later

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She sat tired at the island table in the middle of the large kitchen. It had become the group's favorite place to hang out and do the most of their talking; probably because it was in so close proximity from the fridge and the ice cream, or so Amy liked to think. At the moment though she wasn't eating any ice cream, no, instead she unfortunately was chowing down on a whole different assortment of food.

Missy had taken the liberty of stocking their fridge in high carb foods in order to keep her energy level high and to help her recover from all the strenuous exercising that she had been going through for the last two weeks.

Right now it was packed with different kinds of fruit, vegetables and sodas. In the pantry there were granola bars and cereals that normally she would never eat; however, what Missy said went in this household now a days and none of them, especially her, really had the energy to argue.

She was eating a bowl of one of those cereals now, with a shiny red apple in front of her, and some herbal tea. Her nose had turned up at the smell of the strong concoction and Missy had slapped her on the back.

"Drink it," she had told her in a no nonsense tone of voice. "You'll thank me later. It'll help you relax and allow your muscles to unstiffen."

Amy had drunk the tea, but found that it didn't matter how many cups she had, she could never fully stomach the taste. However, Missy was right about one thing, it did help her to relax and her muscles seemed to be loosening already.

The only person who wasn't very happy about this arrangement was Gabe. The poor trickster wasn't used to almost being put onto a strict diet to help with the whole, "make Amy feel good plan." He did it, and she thanked him for it, but she couldn't help the light snickers that came from her when he would stare at his food in abject horror almost.

Speaking of which, that's exactly where they were now.

"What the hell is that?" asked Gabe his face scrunching in disgust.

Jazz rolled her eyes, "It's called broccoli; you know broccoli right? Oh wait … you actually seem a little vegetable deficient in that regard."

Gabe glared at her as Lance snorted into his own miasma of veggies. "That's not really the right way to put that Jazz."

"Oh who cares, it doesn't stop it from being true."

"I don't understand why anyone would want to eat something that looks like a mini tree. I mean come on, you don't see me going up to a tire swing and taking a bite out of it because it reminds me of a doughnut." Gabe pushed his plate to the side slightly.

Amy's nose wrinkled at that. "A tire swing reminds you of a doughnut?"

Gabe shrugged, "I guess so."

"Jeez how hungry were you that day to almost have eaten that," Lance asked snorting out some laughter into his plate.

"For your information I didn't take a bite out of it thank you," Gabe snarked at him, as he crossed his arms.

"Will you all just shut up so that I can eat in peace," Missy stated icily as she speared a baby carrot on her fork. She lifted it to her mouth and took a dainty bite from the small veggie.

"Want me to lock you outside in the hall? Then you might get some peace," Jazz offered her smiling brightly in her direction.

Missy rolled her eyes, "Believe me you won't be so comfortable there when I shove my foot up your-"

"Okay everyone! Let's not argue at the dinner table!" Amy shouted in exasperation as she stared at everyone. "Gabe. Eat your vegetables."

Gabe stared at her like she had just betrayed him, or kicked his puppy. "But, but it's gross."

"Have you ever tried it?" She asked raising a skeptical eyebrow. If she had to bet any money on it she would have said the answer would have been a resounding no.

Gabe shifted the vegetable around his plate with his fork. His lip was still curled up with his nose scrunching delicately as he furrowed his eyebrows. It almost made her laugh at his expression; like he was insulted that the vegetable actually chose to grace his plate.

"Do I really have to answer that?" he asked disbelieving.

Amy shook her head as Missy just rolled her eyes and popped another carrot into her mouth. "Awe Gabe for me? Just eat one?"

Gabe looked up at her as she rested her chin on her folded hands and bat her eyelashes at him. She had been told in the past that she had a convincing puppy eyes look and she fully intended to pull out all the stops.

Gabe snorted as he rolled his eyes. "Sorry Amy even for you I won't do it." She pouted as she watched him snap his fingers and a large chocolate desert appear in front of him.

"Now this is more like it; death by chocolate," Gabe beamed as he got ready to dig in. Before he could even take one bite the bowl suddenly smashed into his face throwing hunks of chocolate into his hair and on his shirt.

Amy stared speechless as she watched the bowl slowly slide down his face and splat in his lap. She wide eyed turned to Jazz. "Wow, Jazz, really got him that time."

Jazz looked at her just as shocked as she was. "Umm that wasn't me. Hell I wish it was but it wasn't."

Frowning Amy turned to Lance. The warlock quickly put his hands up in defense. "Hey, don't look at me. I'm not stupid enough to try it."

Cocking her head to the side in confusion she glanced back at Gabe. He had blinked his eyes a few times and she could just make out his honey gold eyes as they stared out from his face. He was smothered in the sweet desert, shades of brown and white mixing with some chocolate bars to give him a rocky edged look to his features. His eyes were boring into Missy as she daintily swiped some of the left over chocolate on the table, putting her finger delicately to her mouth.

She closed her eyes and moaned as the sweet taste touched her taste buds as she lapped her finger clean. "Delicious Gabe really. And no Amy the pleasure is all mine."

They all stared at her in shock; even Gabe seemed unable to say anything. Amy finally was able to regain her voice and burst out, "You have got to teach me that too!"

Missy smirked at her and winked. Jazz stared for a while longer then absently nodded her head. "Yeah that deserved some props so you have some respect here."

Amy's eyebrows skyrocketed at that admission from her friend. Jazz pretended not to notice however, and continued to pick at her plate in front of her, as if forgetting what had just happened. Amy however, did not miss the look flash through Missy's gaze as she returned to her plate.

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A 4 Months Later

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Amy bit her lip as she stared at a plate sitting innocently on the table. Her brow furrowed in concentration, her palms sweaty, and her lip hurting she strained all of her energy at the object. Gabe sat on the couch flipping innocently through the paper. He had occasionally glanced up then thumbed another page being engrossed in the work for another few minutes; when he looked up this time though he couldn't stop the guffaw of laughter that emitted from his throat.

Amy tried to keep her focus on the object but lost it as Gabe kept snorting in laughter. Missy glared at the trickster lazing about on the couch, gripping his stomach as his laughter shook his whole body.

"Gabe!" Amy shouted in exasperation as her lungs shook with the deep lungful of air she pumped in.

"Well I couldn't help it Aimster," Gabe told her trying to quiet down. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as he sat up. "You just looked so constipated there that I couldn't not laugh."

Amy turned beat red at the embarrassing comment. She knew that Gabe wasn't trying to get under her skin personally but that wasn't helping her confidence right now with this lesson. They had been working hard at it since early morning, at the crack of dawn, and she still couldn't control her power enough to shatter it.

Missy had described the feeling the part of your grace merged with your soul would invoke in you. It would feel old, arcane even, and it would fit like a different piece of a puzzle. Fitting perfectly but only if you knew where to put it. She had told her it would feel strange, but to not fear it, that it was there for her use and her use only.

So she had looked deep inside herself until she had felt a weird presence deep within herself; almost in the very center of her being. Tentatively she had brushed her consciousness against it and felt its answering rumble purr back at her. However, when she tried to coax the grace to help her, merge with her completely to complete the task; she did not understand why she was coming up short.

Suddenly, before she even realized anything, the plate shattered into hundreds of mini pieces; exploding to all reaches of the room; they all had jumped at the unexpected noise and turned quickly to the table holding the plate. There were only small shards lying on its' surface, everything else lying prone on the floor elsewhere.

Amy took a gasping breath as she placed her delicate hand up to her mouth in shock. "Did I-?"

Missy whistled slowly, "Yeah you did. Curious though as to how you did it … you must have been really pissed."

Amy shrugged sheepishly as she toed the ground. She had just realized what she had been thinking about just before the plate blasted apart and her cheeks started to stain a ruby red with a blush. Gabe looked at her and quirked an eyebrow, "What exactly was going through your head there?"

Amy shuffled awkwardly as she felt the blush deepen; her face becoming uncomfortably hot. "…" She mumbled out too quietly for them to hear.

"I'm sorry," Gabe said leaning forwards curiously, "What was that?"

Amy sighed. "I said that I was thinking of bashing your head with said plate that exploded just now."

They all became unusually silent and Amy couldn't look up at either of their reactions. A light peal of laughter came from in front of her and she looked up startled. Missy was laughing at them, her shoulders shaking and dropping.

"That's excellent! Now do it again! Just this time maybe imagine him running him over with a semi," she said winking at her. Clicking her fingers she materialized another bowl in place of the last one and cleaned the mess.

"Jee thanks Missy," Gabe said to her in a deadpan tone of voice. He conjured another lollipop, stuck it in his mouth, and curled up on the couch to watch the remainder of the lesson as Amy smashed through dozens of plates in leaps and bounds. All the while Missy smirked at him in amusement as Amy's eyes shined as she got the hang of using her grace.

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Five Months Later Roughly

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Gabe leaned out over the balcony listening to the wind whisper and toy with his long hair. He sighed in enjoyment as the lights of Rome bathed everything in a warm glow. He could see windows illuminated in homes and restaurants open still. It wasn't late, but it was late enough for some people to turn in for the night to get their rest.

Amy had already fallen asleep; her lessons having exhausted her as they spanned the whole entire day. She had made great leaps in her training with Missy and grew stronger daily. Her self-confidence was bolstered and she seemed to be taking a new life of her own into herself. He liked to think it was their relationship as well that helped, and it probably was; but the fact was that finding out what she was, was giving her more of a purpose and a meaning.

So far she had mastered her grace; she could throw things, levitate them, and manipulate objects in other ways that she couldn't have before. Her eating habits had changed drastically; while before she had been a health freak somewhat now she basically was turning into the Jackie Warner that you saw on television now. While he didn't mind her new eating habits, he wished he could convert her into the world of sweets. What more could you possibly need?!

She was able to change her wings to be on the spiritual plane now, instead of always being visible in the physical world. They had a close encounter when they went out for the first time in quite a while when a woman went ballistic in the streets screaming that she just saw an angel, but they were able to hightail it out of there with minimal fuss, a large overcoat keeping her back hidden from curious citizens.

And another good development was that Missy had recently told him that her body was strong and ready to try real flying for the first time. For months now, Missy had tirelessly been working her body up so that she became more toned and in shape. While she was never a large girl to begin with, quite lean actually, she had developed some strong muscle tones especially in her back where her great wings resided. The first month or two were brutal for Amy as she worked her back muscles tirelessly trying to make them strong enough. Now she had a rippling back that showed power and strength whenever she moved. Less and less times she came back sore from a lesson until they were virtually non-existent now unless she had pulled something; those weren't hard to fix though.

What bothered him the most, as he sighed in sadness, was the fact that he couldn't train her himself. He was an archangel for crying out loud and he couldn't even help her through the worse of it! He slammed his fist down on the banister hard, relishing upon hearing the crack that the marble emitted as it split.

"Tut, tut Gabriel," said a voice from behind him, "I so thought you were getting over those little temper tantrums of yours but I see that's still a work in progress."

Gabe turned his head as Missy walked up to him leaning on the edge of the banister as she gazed out to the city with him. Gabe stared at her from the corner of his eye as he turned fully around again.

"What Missy?" he asked her somewhat brusquely, "I'm not really in the mood."

Missy gazed down at the banister and couldn't help the small snort of laughter. "Well that I can see. Let me guess you're pissed about not being able to teach Amy aren't you?"

Gabe sighed in frustration, "And what if I am?"

Missy shrugged, "Nothing, just deal with it."

Gabe frowned as his eyes sparked and the air around them took on the tangy quality of the ocean. Missy could smell the oxygen in the air and she wrinkled her nose.

"Look Gabe I know you're pissed; and I guess I have to admit, that in your shoes I would be too. However, unless you want her to know your secret you're going to have to shut up and deal."

"It doesn't mean I have to like it," he remarked as he clenched his teeth together.

Missy tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and sniffed. "No, you don't. But don't make it too obvious; we know how in tune Amy can be. Besides, why haven't you told her your real identity?"

Gabe's shoulders loosened somewhat at the question. He could see the Vatican and he looked up to the dark sky as he mulled the question over in his head. Swallowing he shrugged. "She wouldn't understand." He said as a means of an explanation.

Missy arched one of her perfect eyebrows and shook her head. "Okay whatever, have a pity party for yourself then." She turned to walk away from him; after taking a few steps she turned around slightly and gazed at his back. "She's going to find out Gabriel; and if it's not from you then it'll be from someone else, don't let this get out of hand. If I were you I would tell her … and fast."

Gabe looked over his shoulder at her and gave her a cool once over. "I'll take your suggestion into consideration; but for the time being Missy, you just remember that you swore to me many ages ago that you would never tell anyone. So don't start now."

Missy rolled her eyes. "I'm many things Gabriel; but I keep my promises. It's you that should be worried if she finds out."

With that she turned on her heel and walked back inside the suite closing the balcony doors behind her. Gabriel huffed in frustration as for the first time in hundreds of thousands of years he felt guilt and fear well up inside him.

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Six Months Later

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Amy and Missy stood in the middle of the same field that they had first started their lessons. The air was changing radically though, becoming cool and crisp. The grass was beginning to brown in more places and the far trees were yellow and red with fall colours.

Amy raised her hands helplessly. "So what's the lesson today?"

Missy reached in her designer jeans pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She unfolded it, smoothing out the wrinkles as best she could and gave it to her. Amy looked down at the clipping. It seemed that Missy had ripped this out of some kind of magazine.

It was a normal picture, the only thing being that there was a mountain in the distance, some trees and a crystal, clear lake sitting before the mountain. The sun shone down on the water making it shine like thousands of diamonds. Looking up in confusion Amy waved the paper.

"What do you want me to do exactly?" She asked her, confusion etched into her face.

Missy tucked her hands into her jeans pockets and scuffed her shoe against the dirt. "You're finally ready to take the step of actually flying."

Amy's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the girl. "Are you serious? You're not just pulling my leg are you?"

Missy smiled gently, "No I am not. You finally have developed a strong and capable body to help support you. We've been working on any height fears with you and you've been passing everything in flying colours." Amy blushed at the praise Missy was bestowing on her; but she didn't say anything. It's best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. "So it's only right to get you on this now. This is the last big test girl, after this we just fine twink everything and hone some other skills and you should be good!"

Amy swallowed her nerves down and nodded. "Okay so how do we do this?"

Missy took the paper and held it up between them. "Okay see this place, picture it, and envision it in your mind's eye. I want you to hear the wildlife that lives there, stand in the shadow of the mountain, hear the water of the lake lap against the shore, and the potential whisper of the wind in the trees. A common misconception about angels or nephilim is that we have to fly from place to place, kind of like a bird; however, that is not the case. If we can imagine our destination clearly in our minds eye then our wings take us there automatically within the blink of an eye. We travel faster than the speed of sound; the archangels can travel faster than the speed of light, so before you know it you're done. However, I would greatly recommend you don't transport yourself somewhere extremely crowded, that's just going to breed problems."

Amy frowned at this, "So why did you have me work up my body strength all these months? What was the point of it? It sounds like I don't even really need too."

Missy shrugged her shoulders. "You don't really have to, but one of my favorite things to do is unfurl my wings and just go for a leisurely glide in some distant meadow with no people around; and in order to be able to do that you need a strong body to help sustain you. Also I find being in shape helps my body and my overall emotions stay in check. I feel less stressed by the events that happen around me. It's therapeutic I guess you could say."

Amy nodded in understanding. She bit her lip as she looked at the picture then something clicked in her mind. "Hey wait, you said you like to go for glides? So that means you have wings to?"

Missy nodded her head at her.

Amy beamed at that. "Can I see them?!" She asked her excitedly almost skipping on her feet.

Missy couldn't help the smile that lit up her face at the younger nephilims face. "Tell you what, if you can successfully make it here," she pointed to a small concrete path also on the picture, "Then I would be happy to show you."

"Okay!" Amy exclaimed. She closed her eyes and kept the picture that Missy had shown her clear and sharp in her mind's eye. She could almost hear the splash of the lake, the wind whispering in the trees and the sun beating warmly down on her. Suddenly she noticed something; frowning she opened her eyes and gasped in shock. She was in the picture it seemed!

The tall mountain loomed before her, the lake the same azure blue, and the few trees standing around. She heard another flutter of wings and turned, stalling in wonder at the sight that met her eyes.

Missy stood before her; and there on her back were two large pairs of wings. The wingspan had to be at least 30 feet in length, and the feathers were a creamy golden colour. They almost appeared like bright sunlight shining and Amy screwed her eyes shut at the radiance that came from them. Missy laughed lightly and vanished them again as she picked her way closer to her.

"Wow those were amazing Missy!" Amy exclaimed exuberantly. Although they had almost blinded her, they were incredibly beautiful.

Missy shrugged, "Thanks." She smiled as she walked over to the lake, sitting on large rock looking out over the large expanse of water. They appeared to be the only people here. "You did wonderfully too Amy, I've almost finished teaching you a good portion of everything that I know to help you adapt to this. You'll be ready soon." Amy nodded as she came and sat down beside the older nephilim.

The two gazed out in peaceful silence for some time, both just enjoying the scenery and the quiet that enveloped them.

"Hey Missy do you mind if I ask you something?" she asked her hesitantly. She didn't know if Missy would actually answer her question but she thought she may as well try.

Missy merely hummed in agreement and so Amy took that as her cue. "If you're a nephilim also, then do you know who your father is?"

Missy froze slightly at that and bit her lip. She shuddered and clenched her fists. "Yeah I know who it is." She picked up a loose stone that sat beside them and threw it into the lake. "It was Lucifer."

Amy's eyes bugged out as she stared in shock at her. Missy seemed to be unaware at her though, and continued focusing out towards the distant shore. She squinted in the light and sighed deeply. Amy didn't know what to say to her so she wet her lips with her tongue and swallowed nervously.

"How do you know?"

"I was told by a close friend of mine," she said in means of an explanation. "Believe me when I say it took me many, many years to fully accept it. So I understand what you're going through when I told you the news about your father."

"You said that that was only a rumor though," Amy tried to say in a vain attempt to shirk the truth.

Missy smirked and shook her head. "See, that's how it all starts. You deny the truth even to yourself, thinking that if you deny it hard enough then it's bound to prove false. However, the stress, guilt and morose begins to way heavy on your body, mind and soul until you can't hold it anymore. You and I both know that what I told you was the truth."

Amy couldn't help but blink her eyes hard at what Missy had just said. She felt as if her whole life had been turned inside out, in the course of the last few months. Her mind being in constant turmoil of even her own existence. Was it true? Or not? It was part of the reason that she threw herself into her own studies so vigorously when Missy had offered to teach her what she knew. Sure, she was just a good student in general, with having a thirst for knowledge of any kind, but she needed this distraction in order to stay somewhat sane. It wasn't every day that you found out that your father is the most powerful archangel in existence after all.

Now sitting beside Missy she couldn't help but confront the issue head on. It was still hard for her to hear. Even months later and she still had a problem stomaching the bomb shell that was placed on her; sometimes even wishing that she never knew.

Missy glanced over her and saw the turmoil written all over her face. "I noticed that you haven't been cutting in the last few months."

Amy was shocked out of her stupor at that and looked down at her arm. Now that she thought about it she hadn't been cutting at all, never even had the thought or feeling to start. She shrugged, "I'm cured?" She asked in a joking, teasing manner.

Missy shook her head, "Maybe, but I wouldn't say that. It all started with your inheritance and now that you and Gabe have been getting more and more serious I'm not that surprised. You have a purpose, a meaning to your life again; you always did but you lost it somewhere along the way. By the way, how far have you two gone yet?"

Amy opened her mouth to reply, "We haven't gotten that far, I think he's worried that he'll …. Hey! That's none of your business by the way! Besides, how did you know that I had been cutting myself?"

Missy arched an eyebrow, "Umm maybe because you haven't been wearing any long sleeved shirts or sweaters?" She said this as if it was obvious and Amy blushed beet red at her obvious mistake. "However, it's not really that. I just recognize the look of a cutter or someone who has."

Amy frowned as she gazed at her, "What do you mean?"

Missy huffed out a loud sigh and flicked some of her long blonde hair behind her ear.

"Many years ago I was cutting myself too."

Amy stared at her in bewilderment, "You?! No! But Missy you're so … so …."

"Strong? Confident? Beautiful?" stated Missy listing traits off of her fingers.

Amy laughed and shoved her good naturedly; Missy laughed with her, "Well yeah I guess," That stopped Missy from her laughter and she gazed at her with an intensity that Amy couldn't place, "you just don't seem the type to ever let yourself get to that level."

Missy nodded as she accepted what Amy had to say. Blowing some air out of her cheeks she shrugged, "I went through a really tough time a long time ago, and it knocked me to the lowest I have ever been in my long life. I didn't have anyone to help me deal with it and I went down a very dark, unhealthy road for a while. The important thing was that in the end I was given new meaning and I was able to move past it."

Amy listened to her and slowly digested what she had to say. "So what was it?"

"What was what?"

"What was the thing, or action that made you spiral down?"

For a long time they sat in complete silence; Amy was beginning to worry that she had upset the nephilim when she saw her sigh. Missy looked up at the mountain.

"Some stories are not meant to be repeated Amy, that's just the way of life," Missy told her slowly and quietly, "This is one of those stories. It doesn't need to be retold at least not yet anyways."

"Why don't I see your marks then?" She asked in confusion as she looked at the smooth skin of her forearms.

Missy followed her gaze, "I wasn't as strong as you Amy. I couldn't take looking at my own mutilation so as soon as I could I healed myself and got rid of all traces of the scars."

Amy merely gazed at her sadly, and they lapsed into silence. After a few minutes she whispered out a question,

"Your father … did you ever meet him?"

"No … and I never want to."

The two of them sat in silence after that again, merely listening to the wildlife and everything else surround them in the fall sunshine.

~x~

One Year Later

~x~

Amy sat comfortable on the couch reading a book that she had always wanted to get around to reading. It was the original copy of Dracula by Bram Stoker and she had been absolutely stoked to begin it. Jazz, Lance and Missy had left her inside, choosing not to disturb her while she was otherwise engrossed in the novel. They knew that as soon as she got that transported in the book they wouldn't be able to drag her out of it. Amy was completely fine with it.

Gabe had gotten the book for her as an early birthday present and she had kissed the silly trickster … well silly if she was being quite honest. She had been so hard at work that it was nice to have some time to unwind and finally relax for a bit. A few days ago Missy had admitted that she had taught her everything that she knew and that now it was down to her. She was fine with that, a surge of confidence going through her as she realized she was a mature nephilim. Well somewhat anyways …

Suddenly, Gabe popped up beside her sitting on the floor; she jumped somewhat in shock at the sudden appearance and quickly relaxed again when she realized it was him. Smiling at him as he gently leaned over he gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Before he could pull away she laid the book flat on her stomach and grabbed the back of his head gently. She purred as the kiss deepened slightly; they still kept it controlled and she moaned as Gabe took control and lightly bit her lip as he suckled and soothed the skin after. She moaned at the pleasurable sensations and panted into his mouth. Slowly he pulled away from her and gazed deeply into her eyes. His golden gaze capturing her ocean blue ones and holding them captive; a light smile was playing at the corners of his mouth as he gazed down at her, keeping himself propped up with a hand lying against the head rest behind her.

There was just something about him that made an inner fire burn inside her fiercely and she relished in the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her.

"Well I take it someone was glad to see me," he said in his overly confident attitude.

She rolled her eyes, "Shut up Gabe."

"Hmmm," he rumbled as his golden eyes sparkled, "So I was thinking of heading back to the states now that you have all your powers in order."

She smiled at him as she toyed with his long hair, finally running a hand down his smooth face. She placed her thumb against his lips and he growled as he lightly bit down on her finger. She shuddered as she felt his tongue lightly lick the pad of her thumb and his eyes darken. Turning his head he placed a gentle kiss in her palm and she let out a breathless laugh.

"Hey we never had our conversation in this last year at all," she huffed out quietly as she looked at Gabe.

The trickster played with a strand of her long blonde hair as he gazed at her quietly. Adoration, love and caring reflected strongly in his gaze. "Do we need to have that conversation?"

Amy thought about it and a little frown marred her features, "Well we should."

"Then we will," he whispered quietly to her, "Just not yet."

She smiled at that as the two of them traded gentle kisses for a few minutes. After she looked at him and smiled.

"Where were you thinking in the states?"

"Well," he said pausing for dramatic effect, "Ever visit, or want to visit, the sunshine state?"

A/N: Like I said pretty long chapter huh? The next one will be quite long as well guys so stay tuned!