Crossover fic of The Prophecy and The Good Son. Takes place before The Prophecy and during The Good Son.
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----SEDONA, ARIZONA----

6:34pm
ST. MARY'S HOSPITAL

The man was in a hurry. Time was so important, especially with the
work he was involved in. He wore black leather pants, a white button-
shirt, with a dark overcoat. He was of a slighty thin build, almost-
pale skin, his black hair was slicked back. He had a scar on his
neck..it looked like an ancient crown. This figure walked quickly
through the hallway.

A nurse said as he passed by, "Excuse me, sir, do you need help?"

The man said, "Yes..someone is going to die..very soon. I have to
hurry. I know that cancer is the cause, somewhere near here."

"Why? A relative of yours?"

"Sort of. I have to be there. It's *business*."

She pointed past his shoulder. "Oh. Just go to the end of the hallway, make a right. Whoever it is, they will be there. That's where our critical patients are. By the way, who are you?"

"Sorry, I forgot. I'm Gabriel. But I doubt I'll see you again, Sharon." He immediately walked away at fast pace.

The nurse looked at her ID-tag. It read, "S. Cooper, R.N." Weird.
How did he know?

Gabriel walked farther. As he approached the end of the hall, he
noticed a man by the open door. As he got closer, he instantly knew
the man's name--Jack Evans. The stranger sniffed. Yes, death was
close. His super-sensitive ears picked up the dying woman's
conversation with a child. Mother and son, as far as Gabriel could
tell. He listened closely.


[Woman: I know you'll be ok.]

[Boy: (nervous) Mom..]

[Woman: I'll always be with you, Mark. Always. I love you.]

[Boy: I love you too, Mom.]


Gabriel noticed a few moments of silence, before the boy, Mark, spoke again.


[Boy: (whispering) You're not going to die, Mom. And I promise..
you're not going to die, because I won't let you.]


After another silent minute, the boy came out. He wore a blue
sweat-jacket, and he was about twelve years old. He looked at his
father. "Dad..it's over. She's gone. I failed."

Gabriel said, "Excuse me, I have to speak with her. Jack."

Jack arched an eyebrow. "Oh..really? Why? Did she know you?"

The man replied quickly, "I know HER. Trust me."

Jack said, "Whoa, whoa..how did you know my name, I never met you before! Besides, my son here just said she's gone."

"I doubt that. Trust me, Mr. Evans, I know these things." And with
that, he went into the room and shut the door.

Mark asked, "Dad, who's that?"

Jack shook his head. "I don't know. I've never seen him. Well, let
him talk to her, it can't hurt. I'll tell the doctor when he comes back."


Gabriel sat in the chair. He saw that the mother was dead. "Hmm.
Not yet, Janice. Come back." He put his hand by her face. "Come
back..come on, back it up. Come back now...come back!"

Suddenly, Janice coughed. She opened her eyes. She looked up to
see a strange man staring at her.

"Hi! I'm Gabriel. I need you, Janice...I need a driver."

She shook her head in anxiety. "No..no. Can't be. I died..I'm dead. How's this possible?!"

"Easy. I'm the Angel of Death. I brought you back for a short time. It'll only be a few days..I promise."

"No. Never." She coughed again. She started to cry.

"Stop! I hate that. Please..come."

"Uh-uh."

Gabriel sat back. "Look. I'm an angel. I've lived for millions of years. I can wait a millennium for you to come."

Janice smirked. "Well..in that case, get comfortable. You'll be here for a while."

"What?!" This monkey was being difficult.

"You wanna wait, let's wait. I'm staying right here in this bed. Until you let me go to the afterlife, to Heaven."

The angel nodded. "Ah. I see." He pondered this for a minute. It
was obvious that he wasn't getting anywhere with this woman. "Fine,
go. But you have NO idea what's going on up there. I'll let you learn
the hard way. Shhh!" He waved his hands in front of her face.

Janice closed her eyes. She was dead..again. For good, this time.

Gabriel wasn't pleased. He would have to search elsewhere for a
host. Maybe Uziel could be of assistance. However, Gabriel wouldn't
leave town right away. "I think I'll go to this woman's funeral. Just
to witness her departure into the earth. Besides..this is the Evans
family. On a hunch, I must know if they're related to *Henry* Evans."
The archangel shrugged. Oh, well. Time to go.