Cassandra: J&SB make their small cameo here…I may bring them back. We should start a club…hehe
Meghan: I just went out and bought Sense and Sensibility *sigh* Gotta love the Rickster. Here's the Metatron action for you. Remember, this is but a taste. ;) Peace
Charm: Hehe…excited much?
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The doorbell interrupted her peaceful bath and she got out as quickly as she could, threw a bathrobe on, and answered the door.
"Brett?" She let go of the doorknob and took a few steps back. "What are you doing here?" In her doorway stood a man in his late-thirties, blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and an athlete's build.
"I-I came to say I'm sorry. Sorry for treating you the way I did. I was wrong to leave you." He took a few steps toward her, but she backed away from him towards the hallway. "You were my first and my one true love. Over the last years, I realized that I couldn't live without you."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm now pregnant, would it?" she spat at him. He seemed to stumble a little at this, but recovered quickly.
"Of course not! I didn't even realize until you said something! Who's the father?"
"Is that all you have to say? Who's the father? Why are you here? Where's your family?" She poured out all the hate and anger she had built up over the last few months and directed it at him.
"She left me. She took the kids and left. She didn't love me, she just wanted my money. That's when I realized that you loved me even when we were poor. That you still love me." He closed the distance quickly, before she had time to retreat into the hallway. Something about the look in his eyes scared her; she'd never seen that look in him before.
Metatron watched, invisible, from his vantage point in the hallway. So this is the man that left her for another woman when she couldn't have his child? Now he was back, begging to be let back in. Well, we'll just see about him. He returned to Heaven for a brief moment and looked at the life of Brett Wates. Fairly clean record, up to about a year ago. When his company went under, he turned to alcohol, then abuse. He slammed the large book shut and winked silently back to Bethany's apartment.
"Who's the father, Marie?"
"Don't call me that, ever. You have no right, not after what you put me through." Atta girl, Metatron thought, give him hell.
"Tell me who he is!" Brett raised his voice, causing Bethany to cringe back in fear. This was not the Brett she remembered, not that she wanted to remember him at all.
"His name is not of importance to you. Just leave." She pointed rather forcefully to the door, but the man was not intimidated.
"He hasn't been around has he?" Bethany choked back a tear, and he smiled evilly. "What kind of a father is that? He probably doesn't even love you. Who could?" He had long since given up trying to beg his way in, and resorted to the one thing that always worked for him…power. "You're a pathetic woman who can't keep a man for more than ten minutes, well, without paying him. You're a lousy Catholic…you work in an abortion clinic for Christ sake. You're a worthless pile of horseshit that doesn't mean anything to anybody. I hope you like what you've become, Bethany Sloane, because God knows no one else does." He raised his hand to bring it down on her face, but his arm was stopped mid-swing.
"You lay a hand on her, and it will become my personal vendetta to make sure you never forget it." The voice was clear, but there was no one from whom it could have come. Brett looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, not to mention the force that had his arm suspended in the air. He was suddenly face to face with a very determined-looking man, who had seemingly appeared out of thin air.
"What are you?" Brett demanded, trying desperately to remove his wrist from the man's grasp.
"I'm pissed off is what I am! Who are you?"
"Bethany's ex-husband. Let me go."
"So, you're the pathetic excuse for a human who left her when she couldn't bear children?" He shoved the man away from him, and away from Bethany. Unconsciously, she shifted toward the angel.
"Look, I made a mistake, and now I'm back to fix that mistake, if only you'll let me." He was pleading with Bethany now, who was thoroughly confused. On one side, he was loving and remorseful for what he caused her, on the other, violent and abusive. Metatron looked ready to leap at the man if he so much as looked at her wrong. The only problem was he, being an angel, couldn't do too much harm without getting in trouble with the Boss. He was saved from further action by a voice from the still-open door.
"What the fuck are you talkin' about dude? You just barge in here and beg like a pussy and expect to be forgiven? Shit, those two mother fuckers with the wings have a better chance at bein' forgiven!" Three pairs of eyes turned to the two figures standing in the doorway. Brett rounded on them.
"Just who the hell are you?"
"I'm Jay, and this is my hetero life mate, Silent Bob," Jay recited his usual introduction.
"Silent Bob? What is he, dumb?" The two prophets strode across the room and Bob picked up the other man.
"No one insults Lunchbox!" Jay punched him in the gut, and Bethany smiled slightly. Metatron took a step forward and tapped Silent Bob on the shoulder. After a silent conversation, Bob nodded and dropped him, and Brett scrambled away from the three of them. He turned towards Bethany.
"You little…" he looked about ready to jump at her, but held back at the looks he received. "This isn't over. You're never going to be safe; you or your child. Sweet dreams." He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Bethany ran to the phone and called the cops. She told them everything that had happened, well, nearly everything. She told them where Brett's last known address was and thanked them before she broke down completely. When she hung up the phone, Metatron was right behind her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, crying into his shirt.
"What the fuck was that guy doin' back?" Jay directed the question at the Metatron.
"That is none of your business. Now what are you doing back?"
"We forgot to bring our present to the baby shower, so we wanted to drop it off before we headed back to Jersey." Jay pulled a photo out of his pocket and handed it to Metatron. It was of Jay and Bob making rude gestures to the camera. "Thought the kid would wanna know her uncles." Metatron set the picture on the counter and gestured for them to leave. Jay looked angrily at him, but Silent Bob nodded and grabbed Jay's shirt, dragging him out the door.
"Catch ya later! Don't do nuthin' without me here!" Silent Bob apologized with a look and shut the door. Bethany looked up, red-eyed and sniffling.
"Personal vendetta?" she asked incredulously.
"I do not lie, Bethany. Have I ever done so before?" She shook her head, moving both bodies. She began to shiver violently, and he lifted her easily into his arms, and she didn't protest. He laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. With a snap, a warm, moist cloth appeared on her forehead, and he could see she was already drifting off to sleep. He gave a small smile and returned to Heaven, locking the door behind him.