Emma struggled through the darkness.
"Emma? Emma Delauro?" asked a voice.
Emma turned around slowly. Standing behind her were four girls.
"Who are you?" Emma asked.
"I'm J.C," said the smallest girl "That's Mylie, Lux and Lennon,"
Emma looked around the small room.
"Where am I?" asked Emma.
"Well, technically you're in what church going people like to call purgatory," replied Lux flipping her long white blond hair over her shoulders.
"I'm Dead?" Emma asked putting her hand to her head.
"No honey," said Mylie "We borrowed ya."
"You're just passed out." Said J.C putting a reassuring hand on Emma's shoulder "I was hoping it wouldn't get this far. Man, I had high hopes for Mr. Mulwray."
Lux looked at her and grimaced.
"Told you the Feral would have been a better choice." She said.
"And I told you that while the feral loves her, the bond isn't as strong as it is with Brennan," J.C exclaimed impatiently.
Mylie smiled at Emma.
"They do this all the time," she confided.
"Could someone please explain what is going on?" Emma asked, "Are you guys angels?"
Lennon who had been silent the whole time snorted.
"Nah, we aint angels," she exclaimed, "We look like angels to you?"
Emma looked at them and laughed. They didn't look like angels at all. J.C was a tiny girl of about thirteen who wore a striped t-shirt and gigantic overalls, her long golden curls in a bouncy ponytail. The others were dressed in clothes that varied from ripped jeans to sundresses.
"We're what ya might call protectors," explained Mylie "We help people in trouble."
"And you are in big trouble," said Lennon.
"And a big trouble it is," said J.C "We aint been called to protect you since the night you met Brennan."
Emma remembered that night. She had been running for what seemed like an eternity when she saw the lights of the club.
"He's a cutie," laughed Lennon.
"Focus Len," exclaimed J.C.
"Sorry," Lennon said.
"Where's the file?" asked J.C.
"Puck's been a very bad boy," said Lux handing J.C the file.
"Puck?" asked Emma "Well, that just figures. I can't ever find a boy who doesn't want me dead."
"Seems your boy Puck has quite the interesting power," said J.C.
"Uh? J.C?" said Mylie "We got problems. Seems Emma here is about to wake up."
"Shit," whispered J.C "Sorry kiddo, we aint got time. You wake up now, and I'll send more of the girls ta Brennan, get him to speed up."
Emma slowly opened her eyes.
"Dammit!" she whispered "Their angels, couldn't they have given me an idea of what I'm gonna have to fight?"
"We Ain't Angels!" whispered J.C.
Emma laughed.
Author's note: Sorry about this chapter, I needed comic relief. I like the protectors, maybe I'll write a fic about them someday.
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