Authors Note: a quick third chapter, Im trying to get the last heaven-y bit outta the way and bring in a certain someone... ;). I wanna thank everyone who's reviewed for me so far, you've been very encouraging, I luv ya all:) Shout out time!
Ishandahalf: yes, complications may well arise, you'll have to wait and see!
Star-of-Chaos: yep! And I know just the person to look after him...
The nameless one & Lady Xiu Mei Phoenix: yep, sorry, Rogue is most definitely dead :(
One More Star in the Sky
Chapter Three (In which there's a job to be done)
It had now been a little over three weeks since Rogue had arrived in heaven. She had only really just gotten used to the idea that she would not be able to go home, she missed the institute like crazy, but she was used to it up here now. Faye had been right; it wasn't so bad really.
She had been allowed to visit her friends one last time, just to say goodbye. They hadn't been able to see her of course, but she made sure she visited everyone, even Jean and said her farewells. That had helped her a lot, now she could get on with the rest of her...erm...life.
Her wings had also come through now. They were large, feathery and incredibly heavy, but once they had been retracted, she couldn't feel them at all and as it turned out, there was very little to flying.
She had lost her gothic make-up too, not through choice, but she hadn't exactly been able to take any with her, and they hadn't provided her with any once she had got up here. They all seemed to go in for 'the natural look' in a big way anyway, Rogue figured she could put up with it...for now...
Today, her and Faye had gone down to the main office to get the paperwork for what was to be Rogue's first case as a guardian angel. The office was where documents on all the cases were kept, as well as information about every angel in heaven and every job that needed to be done.
The elevator stopped outside a door, not dissimilar to the Reception door that Rogue had first arrived at. Pushing it open, they found the biggest and busiest office that Rogue had ever seen. Everywhere there were angels dressed in white, working at white desks, people talking over the top of each other, phones ringing, photocopy machines whirring, no one seemed to be still for a second.
All the desks seemed to fall into different sections for different jobs. There was a section for weather, for seasons, for the moon, the stars, the days of the week and everything else Rogue could possibly think of, but the guardian angel section seemed nowhere to be seen.
They carefully weaved their way through all the busy office staff, being careful not to smash into anyone or knock papers off desks, until eventually they reached the right area. Faye grabbed Rogue hand, pulling her through the crowds of people until she found the desk she was looking for.
At this desk, a young man with brown hair, wearing a white suit was working, his head down, obviously trying to ignore the bustle around him.
"Hi Mark!" Faye greeted him brightly.
The man looked up and smiled. Rogue looked back and forth between the two, and raised an eyebrow.
"Morning, you look nice today," he told her. He had a British accent too; Rogue thought perhaps they had started some kind of club.
"Thanks. Mark, this is Marie Darkholme, we're trying to find the file for case she's been assigned to."
"New recruit eh? Welcome Marie, nice to meet you," the man said, taking Rogue's hand and shaking it. "I'm Mark, I'm a friend of Faye's."
"Rahte..." Rogue trailed off cynically.
Mark looked a little perplexed, but started towards a nearby door of frosted glass. Once they were there, he pulled out a set of shining silver keys from the pocket of his trousers and carefully unlocked the door.
The big white room was covered with shelves and shelves of files that stretched from the ceiling to the floor, as far as the eye could see. These files contained the cases that not only were being worked on at the present moment, but were also on a waiting list for an angel, or had been pre-assigned one. Mark walked back and forth alongside a couple of sections of the shelves, until he found the right one.
"Darkholme, Darkholme..." he murmured as he searched the rows until finally...
"Ah ha!"
He pulled out the thin white card file and handed it to Rogue.
"There you go, not bad for a first case," he mused, "not too many loose ends to be tied up..."
Faye took the file from Rogue and quickly skimmed through it before handing it back, nodding.
"Yep, just clear up what's bothering them, set them on the right track so eventually they'll find themselves up here too." She told Rogue with a smile.
Now it was Rogues turn to look through the file she had been given. There was a photo and a full set of details, which she quickly skimmed through.
'A mutant' she thought to herself, 'and from tha south too...'
"Once you get down there," Mark cut in, disturbing her train of thought, "its up to you how to deal with the problem, but you can come to your mentor for advice. Any huge, life altering decisions that you decide might need to be made however will have to go through Gabriel first and given his approval."
"Gabriel?" Rogue had to ask, she had never thought that there actually was an angel Gabriel.
"He's meant to be in charge of us, like some kinda manager, but he's responsible for every angel here, it's a big job." Faye told her.
"Yeah and it makes him stressed," added Mark bitterly.
"Oh just 'cos he's yelled at you a couple of times, what do you expect? Its an occupational hazard..."
"I bet if it was you he yelled at you'd feel differently, it's alright for you, you barely ever see him..."
"Oh quit complaining."
Rogue coughed purposely, making the bickering angels stop and turn to face her, as if just remembering she was there.
"Ah, yes, right..."Mark continued, flustered. "Can you start on this tomorrow morning?"
Rogue nodded, it would be nice to see the earth again...
so that's pretty much it from heaven. Remy anyone?
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