Disclaimer: Don't own anything, really wish I did, cos AR would be top of the list!!

A/N: Any little children out there really should not be reading this fic…..I warned you. There is a mildish attack scene, and there will be a lot of making up in the next chapter. The is an R rating for a reason guys.

"Michael, I just don't see how it is any of your business." he said, his voice dripping with acid. His voice was made for being expressive…literally. " I do not have to explain my actions to you or anyone else but God, and if she is happy then you," he pointed a finger dangerously at the gatekeepers chest, " should be content."

He turned and strode off, his long coat billowing behind him, leaving a grumbling St Michael to gossip with the other Seraphim about the behaviour of the Metatron.

"I just don't believe that God would alter the rules of Heaven just so that one horny angel can get laid!" he said vindictively "But if he insists that it is true, then maybe I'll have to find out for myself what is so compelling about this particular mortal." a sly grin came over his features, suddenly reminding his companions that Lucifer was once a Seraphim too.

The hands which were stroking her body were familiar, she had watched them closely for so long now, that she knew them. Her dreams had been populated by them, with their touch, their size, the graciousness of movement. She sighed and leant back into her bed, not sure if this was another dream, or whether the pain killers had relaxed her mind enough to begin hallucinations. She had seen Gabriel since she awoke in the hospital, most notably as a med student following her Doctor around and asking questions about her general well being. She had smiled, and his eyes had looked relieved. He had not however, tried to be more than perfectly polite to her. Sitting in the chair next to her bed, asking her how she felt, talking vaguely about his duty in the middle east. Never connecting with her soul, never allowing his feelings to come to the surface. He was being careful, running scared.

Now she was back home, he seemed to have changed his mind though, and she shivered in delight as his hands wandered lower, tracing a pattern across her tummy, catching themselves in the fabric of her panties. She gasped, the tension in her lower stomach building, as he gently drew them down, fingers grazing the damp curls. His hands swept along her thighs, her calves and her feet as he removed the clothing, and she opened her eyes as he brought her panties to his face and inhaled her scent.

Their eyes met, and she shivered at the look she saw reflected in their depths. The passion he felt for her had changed, and the look was now predatory, as he lowered his body towards her and began to stalk her up the bed. Sarah felt apprehensive, he seemed different, and although she could not put her finger on what had changed, she was aware that this was not somehow right.

" Gabriel?" she questioned, looking deep into his hazel eyes.

"No talking, just come here" he intoned, the voice the same but without any of it's usual richness and passion.

"Gabriel, what is wrong love?" she backed up against the headboard, her apprehension escalating to fear at his strangeness.

"Nothing you couldn't heal, or so I'm informed, " he hissed, grabbing her exposed ankle and pulling her down the bed into a more horizontal position. He pinned her to the bed with his weight, taking her hands up and holding them tightly above her head.

"Let's see shall we," he drawled, "Exactly what do you do for Gabriel?" he wondered, and evil chuckle escaping his lips at her shocked gasp.

"Who are you? Get off of me!" Sarah struggled, kicking her legs and trying to free herself from his grip. "GABRIEL!!" she screamed, as his lips descended on her breast, biting at the tender flesh and leaving a bloody mark.

Suddenly there was a blinding light and the his weight lifted from her. She squinted, only to see two Angels, one angry beyond all reason, hurt and betrayal in his eyes as he looked at her.

"No, she shouted. "Gabriel, it wasn't like that. He attacked me, I thought he was you!" her anguished voice screamed out.

"Yeah right," he said, bitterness colouring his voice, "And I'm Mary Magdalene!"