Author's Note: This gets a bit religious. I have rearranged some of the Canon Creation story, so please don't be upset. This is supposed to be a supernatural/religious allegory.

Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing, they'd all be angels!!!

Chapter 6

Once again she felt the warmth she'd felt a week earlier and she heard the sounds of the muffled television as her ears slowly started to clear. She opened her blurry eyes and stared at the familiar ceiling; she was back at that strange man's apartment again. She sat up quickly, jumping from the sofa and looking for her things, only to find that she was dressed in overly large gray sweat pants and a New York Yankees T-shirt. She also awoke to realize that she wasn't alone in the room, there was an illuminated presence sitting on the green plaid sofa watching her.

"Good, you're awake," Quatre said with an innocent blush appearing on his face.

"Oh my God," Quatre grimace inwardly at Roddy's choice of words, "why am I here? What's going on? And why is this happening to me and only me?!!!!" she started. Quatre only stared at her, holding out a hand to her shoulder to calm her but she continued to rant like a child.

"You need to calm down now, Roddy,"

"I am calm!!! I'm as calm as someone can be when they're getting attacked by their co-workers for a copy of the Bible. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? You can get Bibles from anywhere, even cheap, seedy motel rooms. Not to mention that some strange-ass, four-armed, winged freak dropped out of the ceiling of a marble church. Now I'm back at this weirdo's place and you're telling me to be calm, I should kick you in the head…" she continued like this for some minutes until Quatre raised his forefinger up stilly in the air and slowly held it to his supple, pink lips. The sound of Roddy's voice was instantly gone, leaving her only to talk and say things, but the sound not come out; she continued to talk regardless. Quatre cocked an eyebrow and stared at her, futilely trying to read her lips.

"You muted her?" Wufei said from the kitchen entrance holding a tray of tea. Quatre turned to him and smirked.

"You shouldn't do that, Danyael, she can still hear herself talk, though nothing is coming out." Quatre's head shot back at the use of his real name and he smirked once again at his friend.

"But she's talking so much," he answered and Wufei only gave him a stern eye. Quatre quickly undid the muting and Roddy's chatter broke the general stillness of the apartment.

"…you act as if I don't exist. I'm not going crazy; this is just a dream, I can wake up anytime. All of this is just one long nightmare, OLIC, the dead people coming to me, everything is just a long dream and all I have to do is wake up…" she continued to ramble on and on about how she was dreaming. Wufei, being fed up with her chatter, once again muted her. Quatre stared at his friend with hidden amusement.

"I can see why you muted her now." He said pouring Quatre some tea.

"You need to help me calm her, Ralayael, or she'll continue like this forever,"

"You're the Cherubim, Danyael, you play the harp He sent you down here for comfort. I'm not good with comfort, I'm good with logic." He sipped his tea cordially and watched as the muted Roddy moved her lips.

"Oh that is right, the Seraphim aren't good for anything else but being strategist," Quatre said with venom in his voice. Wufei's eyes narrowed at the insult and he growled low, until Trowa walked into the room. All eyes averted to him including the muted Roddy whose actions were quickly turned into that of a frightened mime show. Her mouth screamed but nothing came out and she waved and flailed her hands around and about her head with rapid speed, pointing and screaming at Trowa.

"Un-mute her," Trowa said in a low rumble as he walked over towards Roddy. She backed away and fell right onto the soft cushions of the green plaid couch. He softly touched her forehead with his forefinger whispering the words "calm," as he did. Roddy was instantly subdued.

"I want you to listen to me, do you understand?" Trowa asked and she nodded her head.

"We are not going to hurt you, we're here to protect you and serve you," he said calmly, his eyes stoic and almost melancholy. Roddy suddenly felt that gentle safeness that she'd felt earlier leaning against his door. Her hand went to his face, tracing the smooth contours of the tanned skin.

"But you're not who you are," she said slowly, her hands running up the sides of his cheek to his now auburn hair.

"We have some explaining to do, but it can only be done if you're calm."

"I just want to know what's happening to me," she said a tremble in her voice. Wufei poured her some tea offering the warm cup to her.

"It would only be fitting to start from the beginning," Quatre said, smiling widely at Roddy, calming her a bit. She nodded, turning her attention to Quatre then to Wufei as he spoke.

"In the Beginning, God created the Heavens and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters…"

"I know this story," she interrupted callously, a scowl on her face. Quatre put a strong hand on her shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Like every good history, there are always some parts that are left out." She looked into his aquamarine blue eyes and was lost in those depths for only a minute. She nodded her head in acceptance and turned her attention back to Wufei.

"But the earth wasn't void, there lived creatures in the darkness; creatures that the Lord had created and forgotten. The demons, they were formless, aimless, without shape and cowered only in the abyss of deep, dark shadows. Now God, having created his angels, the Cherubim, the Seraphim, and the Arc Angel saw that they were good. Yet, there was an inner turmoil among the angels, there was a mutiny about to happen. There was one angel, his name never to be spoken by any other heavenly being again, he was to only be known as the one that was cast out. God punished him and his followers and put them in the depths of hell, taking all of the damned souls…"

"Lucifer," Roddy said silently, causing all three men to cringe at the sound of the name.

"Now the world was formed, and humans made to sin and given free will to choose their paths. They looked for a Savior, a Messiah, God's only son. And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, to a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin's name was Mary. And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favored, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. And when she saw him, she was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind what manner of salutation this should be. And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favor with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name…"

"Jesus," Roddy was trembling, Quatre's strong, comforting grip not able to subdue her. She jumped from the green plaid sofa and ran towards the apartment door. Trowa blocked her in, stepping calmly in front of the door. She tried to push him, tried to punch him, but he was stationary.

"What are you telling me?" she asked, already knowing but not wanting to hear the words. She didn't even look at him, her eyes lowered. He placed two strong hands on her shoulder, begging her to look at him with every gesture.

"I am the angel Gabriel, Fear not Roddy, for you have found favor with God. You shall conceive a child and he shall be the Savior." There was a small pause and she looked back at him with defiant eyes.

"What if I don't want it?"

"You have free will, to choose, to make your own decisions. But deep inside of you, you've always known that you were different." Trowa tried to calm her; there was a small pause as she thought.

"I don't want this!" she said as she wretched her body away from Trowa's, shoving him out of the way of the door and jolting right through the door.

"Roddy, wait!" Trowa went running after her quick form. Quatre started to give chase, but Wufei only held his shoulder.

"He must convince her, if he can't then none of us can."

****

It was unbelievably dark a she exited the building. She wrapped her jacket tightly around her shoulders, a cold shiver taking over her body. She'd presently evaded Trowa and was on her way back towards the main street to find a pay phone so that she could catch a cab. Her mind was reeling with feelings that only one other woman could understand. They were asking her to raise a child that would become the new Messiah, but she didn't want that. She didn't want to have to give up years of her life to keep the child safe, she wanted the child to have a father not just some angel that came down and impregnated her. She wanted for her child what every mother wanted, a safe environment. It wasn't that she wasn't strong enough or smart enough or courageous enough to raise a child by herself, she just didn't want that responsibility. And the question still remained, why her?

"She asked the same question," He'd found her, or had he been watching her all along. She turned and looked not seeing him but hearing his shuffling.

"What question?" she said lowly, lowering her head in thought. A soft thud behind her cause her to turn and see that he was standing behind her, his wings full and white.

"Why her? I couldn't explain it to her either."

"This isn't a dream and I'm not going crazy."

"No." Trowa stretched, his wings spanning over his shoulders massively. A tear dropped from her eye.

"Why me? I'm an unimportant high school British Literature teacher. Even when I was in Catholic school my grades were only mediocre," Trowa smirked at her, a bit amused by her reasoning.

"He doesn't care about the physical, your heart and your actions have won favor with Him. He never makes mistakes, never falters, and with choosing you for this task, he knows that you will succeed."

"But it's me, by myself, raising a child. At least Mary had a husband. I don't have any money, I don't have a job, I don't have anything," Roddy said, tears streaming down her face.

"He will provide that, never you worry. It's a leap of faith, like the Lion that never worries for its food. You have to have faith, Roddy, in yourself, and in Him," Trowa seemed so kind than from the first day she'd met him. In this state of Divine love, he looked kind almost like he treasure everything.

"He never gives us something that we can't handle." She said mostly to herself. He smiled fully and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his warm, comforting form.

"Let me take you back, grab onto me." She did as she was told and he lifted them both from the ground and higher to the heavens. Over the dark apartment buildings and the bustling city streets.

****

Even in the light the darkness seemed to consume her. She was crouched in her kitchen, drumming her fingers against the wooden dining table. Her mind reeled with possibilities and promises; the only things that kept her from going crazy in the human body. Though she was a servant to the dark side she lived in the lap of luxury. Her home was furnished with the most plush of rugs, lying upon unbelievably polished wooden floors. The blood-colored walls gave a blushing sheen to her skin. By her sour expression, no one would have known that the demon Evel was entertaining guests or that she was even a demon. She'd gone wonderfully disguised as the high school biology teacher Jina for so long that it seemed as if that was all she knew. Her guests, were as melancholy as she was, stern lips and eyes narrowed. The demon Dagon, though usually dressed in black priest robes and called Father Maxwell, had divested of his clothing and his clever moniker in order to feel more secure with himself. The other guest, the demon Armen sat just as still as his counterparts, maybe even more so, his human form's steely blue eyes and stark Asian features seemed more disheartened than the rest of them. There had been nothing but stark, religious quietness in the room ever since they'd come back from the church. The only sound for the past five hours had been the ticking of the wall clock, punctuated by the light drumming of Evel's sharp, black nails against the cherry wood table.

"I can't believe you let Gabriel get her!!!!" she yelled, breaking the general silence that had punctuated the den. Both of her counterparts stared at her with completely blankness. She'd also let Gabriel get away with her and they were not going to take the blame completely for incompetence.

"I've been in this body for more than five decades now, looking for the perfect woman and they get her," she continued her rant, her voice rattling the antique plates that hung on the walls.

"You're acting as if you're the only one that's been in this mortal body," Armen spoke, steely blue eyes piercing into narrowed, fuming honey brown. With livid motions she thrusts the thick antique oak chair behind her onto the floor, crashing it into tiny, unfixable pieces. Her steps sounded as loud as tromping elephants as she stomped towards Armen. Her hand flew back, a tinge of fire burning in the air as she swung it and made sheer, slapping contact with his human cheek. The flesh appeared scathed, red, and burning but quickly recovered as he stared up at her with angered eyes. Seeing that her slap didn't affect him, her voice pealed from her lips in the form of burning fire, singeing the brown-bricked fireplace with tinges of sooty black and melting the small decorative silk plants that surround the brick.

"Was that really necessary, Evel?" Dagon asked, having not received the wrath of her anger yet. She eyed him evilly, her breath still ragged from the uncontrolled fire spitting.

"You don't scare me, Evel, you made just as many mistakes as we did in this endeavor," Dagon replied calmly as he draped one arm over the merlot sofa. In doing this, he showed her a delicate fingernail, dimly lit with a small flame of fire. He meant this as a warning, and she took it accordingly, backing off slightly.

"Instead of placing blame, we need to work on a plan."

"And what would be your plan, Father Maxwell?" she asked, sarcastically, sitting quickly next to him on the sofa. He shuttered slightly from the name she'd called him and sighed.

"Gabriel has our woman, which means he's already won," Armen countered from a comfortable place on the floor.

"It means nothing. Just because the Uppers have the girl doesn't mean that they've already impregnated her. The women of this century are extremely independent," Dagon responded.

"So, we can still get her back?" Evel asked, her most feminine Jina voice forward.

"No, but we can impregnate our own woman," he said with a slick smile on his face.

"No more suggestions from you," Evel said standing from the sofa and walking towards the kitchen, "just out of curiosity, which woman would you suggest."

"Are you willing to listen to my plan or not?"

"I'll listen, I can't promise you anything, especially for how stupid it's sounding now."

"Then come over and listen, I'll promise I'll change your mind."