Flying On Golden Wings

By Skye-Chan

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution, I think that Marval owns it... either that or cartoon network...

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Chapter 2

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"Gabriel." Caitlin whispered in horror as the screams pierced the night.

The two parents bolted down the hall to their child's bedroom.

Caitlin entered the room first and flung herself at her daughter's side.

"It's ok," She whispered as she gently took one of her daughters hands, "Mommy and Daddy are here."

The screams were cut short, and only their daughters sobbing could be heard.

"It... Hurts..." Gabriel choked out between sobs.

"Where does it heart honey?" Her mother soothed.

"My... Back..." She sobbed, "It... Burst..."

Caitlin tried to release her grip on her daughter's hand, but Gabriel wouldn't let go.

Garret, who had been sitting beside his wife, unsure of what to do, sat up and started to untangle the mess of sheets that had wound themselves around his daughters back.

When he finished, he eased his daughter on to her back, revealing two small, gold wings sticking out of her, now, torn pajamas.

"Oh my..." He breathed as he looked to his wife at a loss for words, only to see her shocked face.

Their shock was soon melted, when their daughter howled in pain, Garret looked down at the wings and to his surprise, they had grown from about the size of a sparrow's wings, to the about the size that a cupid would have.

His hands gently started massaging the arc in her back, where the base of the wings were.

Her howl's turned in to whimpers, which were reduced to quiet sobs.

A soft snore showed that the pain had left.

"So, know we know." Caitlin whispered as she gently stroked a golden wing, "After years of uncertainty, we finally know that our precautions were not in vein."

"It's weird, I thought that I was fully prepared for the day that she would display a mutation, but nothing has ever shocked me more then seeing that just happen." Garret said with a small smile on his face, " So, the case of the mysterious back pains has been solved, what next?"

"Remember what we talked about before she was born..." Caitlin said softly as she moved a stray hair from her daughters cheek, "We both knew that if we ever had a child that turned out to be special that we would love it and do what was best for it."

"You don't mean..." Garret cried out, causing Gabriel to stir in her sleep, but not wake, "We can't take her out, she is only a child. She's to innocent."

"She's our little angel." Caitlin said with a small smile, "She is who we molded her to be. We can't keep her here forever, if she gets out then it would be a hundred times worse, then if we find somehow to take her out and live."

"But how?" Garret questioned.

"We need to find some one like her." Caitlin said as she crawled into the bed beside her sleeping daughter.

The moment that her head touched the mattress, she fell into a very deep sleep.

"But who?" Garret said thoughtfully as he stopped massaging Gabriel's back and neatly folded his hands and set his head atop of them (the 'thinking' pose) and tried to think of someone.

Before he slipped into unconsciousness a picture from a headline of a newspaper popped into his mind. It was from Christmas a while back, it was a picture of a man wearing a classic superhero costume, on a bridge, being surrounded by a large crowd of people. The article had called him 'Angel', because of a pair of silver wings that adorned his back.