Author's Note: My first Dogma fic, it's going to be a one-shot because I'm also working on a few other stories. Metatron was my favorite character in this movie; he was funny and sarcastic. I think getting Alan Rickman to play him was a great choice-and I'm not just saying that because AR is my new celebrity crush! Anyway, enjoy.

Bethany sat alone at her kitchen table sipping on a glass of ice water. She was having trouble sleeping the last few nights-questions and concerns buzzing through her mind made it near impossible to get any rest.

Suddenly, she felt it. A powerful presence was in the room, making her skin tingle with the raw energy of it. She knew that feeling well; she had experienced it three different times, months ago.

"Metatron, can you hear me? Are you there?" she called out.

Suddenly, she was not alone in the room.

A tall man wearing a dark blue suit over a white hoodie shirt stood before her. He looked normal-dark hazel eyes, light skin (if perhaps slightly pale) and short, spiky dark brown hair-save for the enormous white feathered wings that sprouted from his back, the longest feathers grazing the tiled kitchen floor.

"Yes, Bethany, I am here." He replied, smirking at her.

As always, Bethany was a little surprised to see him. His presence was striking enough without the wings!

"Oh!" was all she could manage for a moment.

The Metatron smirked a little more before he pulled out the chair directly across from her at the table and sat down. "Something on your mind?"

"A-a million things, actually." She replied, gaining back her senses.

"Serendipity's doing, no doubt. She has a knack for creating a sense of scatterbrain, if you remember." He said as he conjured up a glass of orange juice for himself.

"Then she's doing her job well." Bethany said after taking a sip.

"I'll be sure to inform my superior. What's been bothering you?"

"Nothing's bothering me."

"Lying is a sin, you know. Especially to a seraphim."

"All right. I'm worried for her." Bethany relented.

"Your baby?"

"Don't you mean 'our baby'?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Metatron rustled his wings. "Just because I got you pregnant doesn't make me responsible for it."

Bethany chuckled a little. "You men are all the same."

"I'm not a man."

"I know, I know. You're Herald of the Almighty and Voice of the One True God."

"Try to keep that in perspective, will you?"

Bethany nodded and took a sip of her ice water. She was quiet for a moment, then...

"What was it like to die?"

Metatron had been looking around her kitchen when he turned to her. "You'll have to ask the Apostle about that one, I couldn't tell you."

Bethany frowned. "You mean you were never a human?"

"No, angels are not born. We are created. God created Adam before me. When She realized that Her voice could kill, she created the Voice."

"How do you just make an angel?"

Metatron shrugged. "I'm a bit sketchy on that myself. One moment I was nothing, the next moment I just...was."

"Like the baby?"

"In a way, yes."

"Can angels die?"

"When we haven't turned mortal, you mean?"

"Yes."

"We can die. Of grief, a broken heart, when slain by another angel or when our purpose is over."

"Your purpose?"

"Yes, when God has no more need of us."

"She kills you?" Bethany asked, surprised.

"Not entirely. God doesn't kill anything. It's more like she returns us to nothingness where we wait until She has need of us again."

"Oh."

"Curiosity satisfied?"

"Yes," Bethany nodded, "But I wasn't just curious."

"You're lonely, aren't you?"

"Very. I've always been mostly by myself but now I'm actually starting to miss Jay's gutter mouth."

Metatron smiled. "You must be pretty hard up for company!"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"You know, Bethany, I have been around for a couple hundred millennia, there are precious few things I wouldn't believe at this point."

"Good point."

"What are you going to name her?" Metatron asked, changing the subject.

"I'm not sure. I thought maybe I should name her after you."

"Somehow I don't think that The Metatron Sloane would be welcomed into play group by the other kids at school."

Bethany rolled her eyes. "I meant that I would call her Angel."

Metatron frowned, and rolled his eyes back at her. "Try something that sounds less like the stage name of a stripper."

"Any suggestions?"

"Yes, how about Melanie? Rachel? I've always been partial to Christina, myself."

"Why are you here, Metatron? Did She send you?"

Metatron frowned. "I can operate on my own, you know. I'm a messenger, not a puppet!"

"Sorry, don't get your feathers ruffled." Bethany said.

Metatron turned in his chair to look at them, shifting his wings slightly. "Are they-"

"It's just an expression, your wings are as lovely as ever."

Metatron smiled. "Thank you. You're looking pretty good yourself."

"Despite being as big as a house, you mean?"

"Oh, hush, you're barely showing! Besides, you have a motherly glow. Please don't get resentful just because your hormones are acting up."

"Sorry, it's just a little hard when everyone at church thinks I got knocked up."

"You're right, they do think that, but their opinions don't matter. You know what you have inside you."

"The child of The Metatron?"

"Exactly, so try to sound a little more enthusiastic. You're having the child that others will look to in their time of need, the child who may very well create world peace...if that leader of yours hasn't blown up everything by then, I mean."

"Sounds like an angel."

"She will be, I promise you."

"With the wings and all?"

"I wouldn't go that far, but she'll have a preference for hoodies when she's old enough to go shopping on her own." Metatron said with a grin.

"Good to know." Bethany said, taking another sip.

Metatron got up from the table and stood before her. When he spoke, his voice had a softer, more gentle edge to it. "Don't worry yourself anymore tonight, Bethany. It's not good for either of you," he leaned down and touched her stomach. "Oh, she's a kicker I see."

"She kicks the most at night."

"I must confess to you that I drop by sometimes, late at night. You're usually asleep, but she may be able to tell when I'm near."

"Her 6th sense?"

"Only one of her extraordinary talents. She's a very peculiar being, you know. We haven't had a Holy Child-one stirred into being by an angel, that is-since Jesus. It's going to be interesting to see how she acts in this time."

"Well, like you said, she'll do great things."

"Of that, I have no doubt. It's getting late, and I should go now. Promise me you won't worry anymore, Bethany."

"Ok, I promise."

"You have no need to worry. Just like your first crusade, you won't be alone. You'll have support."

"Who? Jay and Bob?"

Metatron rearranged his wings. "No! Thos two are preoccupied with a vendetta against Miramax at the moment. I was thinking of someone a little more child-friendly."

"Rufus? Serendipity?"

"No, me."

"You?"

"Yeah, the way you tell it I'm the child's father, and I'd rather not be known in Heaven as a deadbeat dad."

Bethany smiled and stood to hug the angel. "Thank you."

Metatron hugged her back, careful not to press her belly. "I'll be back soon, Bethany. Take care until then."

"Sure thing." She replied.

Metatron stepped back from her and with a flap of his wings, vanished from her kitchen. The only proof he had been there was the half-empty glass of orange juice. Bethany dumped the contents of both their glasses and put them in the dishwasher.

She knew sleep would come easy tonight.

The End