Time In
Disclaimer: Martha and Stan are to blame for this mess. I'm just cleaning it up.
Rated: G
Time In
What is death?
Whaddya mean?
Well, Logan, you've been around for awhile. You've seen suffering and death on many different scales. What are your thoughts on it?
Hmmph.
Oh come now. Surely you...
Hold yer horses, Chuck. I need a minute ta sort things out. (Pause) Sandalwood.
Beg pardon?
Sandalwood. Death smells like sandalwood 'less of course it's silver. Once it was iron.
Am I to understand that you can actually smell death?
Yeah. I mean everything has a certain identity.
I see. And the differences arise from what?
Different guys.
Explain.
Do ya believe in a higher power, Chuck?
Yes. I suppose I do.
This higher power, suppose It had people working for It...
Angels, Logan? I never pictured you...
(Growl)
Do go on.
I'm just tellin ya what I know.
Hmmm
(aside)Andrew, I could use some help.
Logan, who are you talking to?
No one.
Logan.
Chuck.
(Big pause)
Really. No one is here. If he was, I'd tell ya.
He?
Andrew, Adam. Met Michael once. Henry. The one in Russia, his name was Gregory.
So these persons, beings...
Angels.
Is that what they are?
Has'ta be.
What do you mean?
They aren't here unless they are here. At that point they become real. Sort of. It's hard ta explain.
And you know some of the angels? By name?
I do now.
(Pause)
So death is what?
Death.
But the angels, do they bring death?
No. Not these guys. They remind me of you.
How so?
They try ta help.
Could you give me an example?
Europe. Foxhole. Guy blown in half. Gregory appeared outta nowhere. Talked to the boy in his own language and eased his fears. He went easily after that.
How do you know the boy was comforted?
(Tap. Tap.)
Ah, yes. Your keen sense of smell.
(Awkward pause)
So, the angels of death are male?
Don't know if all of 'em are.
But the ones you've seen?
Yeah.
Are you friends with any of these...gentlemen?
Sorta. Usually see Adam or Andrew.
(Phone rings)
Excuse me a moment, Logan. Hello? Yes. Yes. I'll be right there. There is an emergency, old friend. I must be going. Can we talk again later?
Sure, Chuck.
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Comment, anyone, Bueller? Remember, this IS an AU, people. Oh yeah, and props to Madeleine L'Engle for the best explanation on unicorns. Read Many Waters.
Disclaimer: Martha and Stan are to blame for this mess. I'm just cleaning it up.
Rated: G
Time In
What is death?
Whaddya mean?
Well, Logan, you've been around for awhile. You've seen suffering and death on many different scales. What are your thoughts on it?
Hmmph.
Oh come now. Surely you...
Hold yer horses, Chuck. I need a minute ta sort things out. (Pause) Sandalwood.
Beg pardon?
Sandalwood. Death smells like sandalwood 'less of course it's silver. Once it was iron.
Am I to understand that you can actually smell death?
Yeah. I mean everything has a certain identity.
I see. And the differences arise from what?
Different guys.
Explain.
Do ya believe in a higher power, Chuck?
Yes. I suppose I do.
This higher power, suppose It had people working for It...
Angels, Logan? I never pictured you...
(Growl)
Do go on.
I'm just tellin ya what I know.
Hmmm
(aside)Andrew, I could use some help.
Logan, who are you talking to?
No one.
Logan.
Chuck.
(Big pause)
Really. No one is here. If he was, I'd tell ya.
He?
Andrew, Adam. Met Michael once. Henry. The one in Russia, his name was Gregory.
So these persons, beings...
Angels.
Is that what they are?
Has'ta be.
What do you mean?
They aren't here unless they are here. At that point they become real. Sort of. It's hard ta explain.
And you know some of the angels? By name?
I do now.
(Pause)
So death is what?
Death.
But the angels, do they bring death?
No. Not these guys. They remind me of you.
How so?
They try ta help.
Could you give me an example?
Europe. Foxhole. Guy blown in half. Gregory appeared outta nowhere. Talked to the boy in his own language and eased his fears. He went easily after that.
How do you know the boy was comforted?
(Tap. Tap.)
Ah, yes. Your keen sense of smell.
(Awkward pause)
So, the angels of death are male?
Don't know if all of 'em are.
But the ones you've seen?
Yeah.
Are you friends with any of these...gentlemen?
Sorta. Usually see Adam or Andrew.
(Phone rings)
Excuse me a moment, Logan. Hello? Yes. Yes. I'll be right there. There is an emergency, old friend. I must be going. Can we talk again later?
Sure, Chuck.
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Comment, anyone, Bueller? Remember, this IS an AU, people. Oh yeah, and props to Madeleine L'Engle for the best explanation on unicorns. Read Many Waters.
