DISCLAIMER: This and its counterparts are religious fantasy and in no way is meant to offend anyone of the Catholic and/or Christian faith. The point of views here are strictly personal of the author. With that said, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE OFFENDED EASILY BY RELIGIOUS FICTION.


A VERY SPECIAL VIEWER ASKEWED EASTER PRODUCTION

THE WACKY ANGEL ADVENTURES:
BACK AND BLACK




Blossom sat at her little desk, similar to a secretary desk with a little hot pink fax machine in front of her. Buttercup, Butch and Bubbles were sitting right in front of her desk indian style and looking up at her fax machine hopefully. It was very gloomy a few days ago but it seemed that everyone was over the death now. Even God who really was more exited then she was sad...why? Because of the simple fact that he was coming back...or coming for the first time. They just knew he was coming. Then they heard the sound of printing and Blossom and the others looked on hopefully as the pink stationary came out..Blossom smiled at them and nodded.

"Well then.." Butch grinned. "Let's go greet the guy."

"Yeah!" Bubbles smiled. "I'll race both of ya!"

"You're on!" Buttercup got into a competitive racing stance.

Just like that, in not even a nano second they all found theirselves at the entrance gates of Heaven....They had been transported there by her. She must have been very excited..I mean who wouldn't be? Not seeing your own son for over thirty years, not speaking to him once, always through the mouth of some smart-alec child. Today was the day she would finally embrace her son. Herself in a human form. This was the day she'd waited for for thirty years. She has been alive for eons, as had the Boys and the Girls...and it seemed that those hundreds of thousands of millions of years had gone by in no time at all. But the past thirty years lasted longer and then some for her and the ones that she wanted to be there most were..her little crew as she liked to refer to them as. The little angels that kept it all in order. It was because of Butch that he had accepted his destiny, and because of Blossom that they knew where he would be born. In the tradgedy when he died he didn't realize it, he was in too much pain, but had he just realized that it was time for his mother...his real mother to see him, caress his face as she wished she could have done when he was a child...the pain wouldn't have come.

But that was the flaw in humans. Was Jesus the perfect human? Yes. Was he the perfect being? No. Not yet. Not until he could become like his mother and take his place in heaven as was planned. Him alive on Earth was simply a detour that was told in the scriptures. To give man a little push in the right direction, to teach him the word of God. To fullfil the Revelation that was soon to be told.

She felt it..not now...wait for it...

NOW.

The gates flung open at a strength that the girls and the boys had never seen before. With so much strength that the lower angels could feel the presence in paradise. A hand made sandle stepped through the gates and everyone looked to the grown man who they had seen grown up, seen him through the good times and the bad. The grown man who..

"Hello, everyone." He said, smiling as he stepped through the gates.

...was oddly very comftorable walking through those gates.

He approached Butch the first. 'Why me?' Butch thought. 'Why isn't he asking around for her?'

"Butch." The man looked down at the child figure and smiled warmly.

'He's the messiah, idiot! And he's saying hi to YOU of all people first, do something!'

Butch looked back up at the man. "You're...taller, kid."

He chuckled. "Yes, well, I have grown."

"It's unfair I tell ya. You're thirty, I'm sum-million years old and you're taller."

Jesus kneeled down so that he was at eye level with him. "Metatron, I never got to thank you."

"Err...thank me?" Butch blinked.

"I was so frightened when I was a child..." He started.

"Uh..don't mention it, kid." Butch said nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I was.. I was just doing my job and it's not like it was my best." The last thing he wanted to do was to be reminded of that day. It was almost too much for him to bare.

"No." He bowed his head. "It was, you passed on my mothers love. Had it not been for you well..I just want to thank you."

"Don't bow, Christ. It's your day today and I'm just a servant to you and your mother. An angel, okay?"

He grinned and stood up. "Mother wasn't lying when she said you were stubborn."

"She said I was stubborn? I don't remember telling you that."

"Ever heard on the blessed trinity, Metatron? Me and her.."

"Are all one God. Yeah. I know"

Bubbles cut in. "We've known all this ever since you were a little baby."

"Oh yeah." Butch smirked. "We were there when you were born, kid."

"Yes." He smiled. "I remember."

There was silence but then Buttercup finally spoke up. "You....remember?" She blinked.

"But you were only a little baby." Blossom said.

Butch rolled his eyes "I think it's been established that this guy is a little bit out of the ordinary, red."

"Hyeah, he's the son and stuff." Bubbles giggled.

Butch sighed and put a hand on his forehead and starting chanting. "She's a ditz, but I love her...She's a ditz, but I love her...She's a ditz, but I love her...She's a ditz, but I love her..."

"What, Butch?" Bubbles blinked and tilted her head.

He smiled and sweated nervously "Nothing...nothing Bubbles just stand there and be pretty, 'kay?"

" 'kay" She smiled back.

"So, you remember everything, Christ?" Butch asked.

"Yes I do." He looked in Bubbles' direction and smiled warmly "My big sister, correct?"

Bubbles beamed at him. "Aww, he remembered!"

"And I also remember kings and gifts..your presence of course I could feel it...was there not some music?"

"Yes!" Butch groaned. "That stupid kid with the drums he just kept beating that damn thing, he wouldn't shut up."

"He meant well, Butch." Buttercup smirked. "If it's too loud, you're too old."

"Save that for the 20th century, B.C." Butch said. "They'll need it."

Jesus chuckled. "And where is mother?"

"She's waiting in her main ballroom." Bubbles smiled but then her face turned to worry. " Oh no! She's been waiting for too long! I'll take you there --."

"No...No, Bubbles thank you. I can find the way." He started walking towards the direction of the ballroom.

Butch looked after him. "Some memory that guy has, I can't even remember what I did yesterday."

"You helped Bubbles make Origami." Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"Oooh yeah." Butch recalled. "Hmm..musta slipped my mind."

Bubbles sighed, turned her back and chanted. "He's a dork, but I love him...He's a dork, but I love him...
He's a dork, but I love him...He's a dork, but I love him..."

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The door creaked open as God herself peered out through the transparent walls of her ballroom. She knew who had come through that door and she couldn't be more happy. She was the alpha, the omega. But all in all she was still a mother. A mother that had to watch her son be raised by two other humans. She had to watch him die at her will and she was so worried about him. She had been for thirty years. Ever since he was a child she knew what was ahead of him and knew what pain he would endure but all that was over now. He wouldn't step foot on that plain of existence until the war of Isreal and the Earth's last days. He was home to stay..he was home.

Jesus walked across the room so that he could talk to her face to face. It was a long walk. The room was always this empty except for the medium sized bed in the middle of the room. After what seemed like a lifetime he reached his mother and before he could speak she spoke up.

"Jesus.." Her voice trailed off. And she kind of grinned as she looked over at him. "You do know who I am?"

He looked onto his mother and heard her voice. She was a beautiful being with her long swaying blonde hair and shining blue eyes. She WAS the splitting image of Bubbles. And her voice..her voice wasn't harsh at all or life threatening if he was a human...it was like a song. Every word was like a beautiful song from her mouth.

He finally spoke. "You are..my God. My mother."

She looked onto her son. She had never seen him face to face and now..he was a grown man. His light brown skin and his mezmorizing dark brown eyes were exactly as she had imagined. It was her dream come true of her son as a grown man. She also noted the scars on his wrists and his feet...they had followed him from Earth as she knew they would as a clear reminder of what he had done for not only mankind but for her. For existance. She put a hand on his cheek and smiled warmly. "And you, Jesus..."

He looked up at her. "I am your son."

And they embraced. Something they had dreamt of for over thirty years and they sobbed as tears of both happiness and sadness streaked down their cheeks.

She petted the back of his head softly. "My son..."

He hugged her tightly and sobbed. "My mother..."

They stayed this way for a long time as they recalled. In real time was it thirty seconds? Thirty minutes? Were they there for hours? It was no matter for it lasted a lifetime for them both, ragardless of what was happening in the existance around them. It was the best feeling any of them had ever had.

She finally pulled away and looked at him once more, smiling. "Come..." She lead him by his wounded hand. "There is much to show you, and much to be told."
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Bubbles and Butch stood in front of Blossom's table a few days later. They wouldn't leave her alone, of course, they really had no clue that they were bothering her. Since Blossom tried to be nice most of the time. Blossom and Buttercup had been trying to keep up with things since God and Jesus were catching up. They has been in there for three days now talking and talking. Once in a while she'd walk in and they'd just continue talking as if the whole universe revolved around them..Which...technically..is the truth. All she needed right now was Butch and Bubbles being lazy and bugging her.

Butch poked Bubbles. "You're it."

She poked him back. "You're it."

He poked her. "You're it."

She poked him. "Now you're it."

"You're it."

"You're it."

"You're it"

"CUT IT OUT!" Blossom yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"Butch said he saw some kids playing this on earth one time when he was delivering a message." Bubbles said.

Butch shrugged. "I'm trying to find out just what was so fun about it."

"Well, stop trying to be Earth kids and be angels! Do angelic stuff!" Blossom breathed heavily.

"What, you want us to play a harp and sing like the lower choirs? WE are seraphims!" Butch snapped.

A chuckle was heard and they saw Jesus stepping out through the clouds.

"Ah, Christ." Blossom shuffled through some pink stationary. "Did she send you for the--"

"No." Jesus smiled. "Mother didn't send me for anything. I come on my own."

"What's new, kid?" Butch asked.

"I just had a very endaging conversation with mother." He stretched. "Now I'm looking at my new home."

"I know." Butch said. "You two were in there for a few days catching up...and we'd show you around but we really don't have hundreds of years to spare to show you the entire place."

Bubbles tugged on Butch's sleeve. "Hey maybe he can explain it to us."

"Oh yeah." Butch started. "Me and Bubbles were playing an earth game and.."

"I saw." He laughed. "You're supposed to run around."

"Why?" Butch tilted his head.

"Let's find out.." Bubbles said and poked him. "You're it!" she giggled and flew off.

"I don't feel like playing it sounds dumb.." Butch crossed his arms. "Bubbles?"

"Maybe you should go after her."

Blossom rolled her eyes. "PLEASE!"

"I don't think she's comin' back." Butch looked after her and shrugged. "She can fly to the ends of eternity. I ain't goin' anywhere."

"I know, Butch." Blossom smirked. "She's too fast for you anyway."

"She is NOT!" Butch snapped.

"Well then why don't you fly after her?" Jesus asked.

"I..don't...know.." He darted off after her.

Blossom smiled and continued her work. "So how do you like it here, Jesus?"

"I feel like I'm finally where I ought to be." He looked around. "I love it here. I have yet to visit the lower choirs of angels..there was this criminal.."

Blossom looked up. "I know. We saw it all, I really don't want to recall it."

"Is he here?"

"You promised him, didn't you? Of course he's here."

"I can see him?"

"Yes." Blossom said. "I filed him under Grigori when he passed through the gates, the lowest choir. You should find him in the lower level of eternity. Some call it paradise..utopia..but I call it noisy."

He smiled and nodded as he headed toward the lower levels. For the first time in his life he wasn't a teacher...he wasn't a student...he was the Christ. The lamb, the cordero that had taken away the sins of the world. He only hoped that mankind stood a fighting chance.

THE END