A/N:
Thanx so much to the readers so far... I'm glad
you're enjoying it. Okay um a few things need to be said before you begin this
chap:
This chapter is from Kate's POV. Those of you who read the first know that Kate
is the angel who helps Syd out w/ her problems. And you might also recall that
she has a slight... um... attiude that people found
comedic (i hope lol) last
year. Part of that attitude is her... shall we call it 'outspokeness.'
In order to keep that comedy going, I had to add in some things that might seem
odd behavior for the conventional idea of an angel. She says and thinks some
things that might be a little shocking for a celestial being, but *please* do
not be offended! It is for comedic reasons only!
I think Kevin Smith and the creaters of the movie Dogma
put it best in their disclaimer: "Although it'll go without saying ten
minutes or so into these proceedings, ViewAskew would
like to state that this film is — from start to finish — a work of comedic
fantasy, not to be taken seriously.
To insist that any of what follows is incendiary or inflammatory is to miss our
intention and pass undue judgment; and passing judgment is reserved for God and
God alone... Just remember, even God has a sense of humor - just look at the
platypus."
I think that describes the chap. that follows this note perfectly. So once
again, I really don't mean to offend anyone! I pre-apoligize
47,000 times if I do! And now that I've pretty much written a Bible of my own (lol) I think we can go on to chapter two... enjoy, I hope!
~Dani
It's a Wonderful Triangular Life Chapter Two~ "Angels We Have Heard On High"
Third Person POV
"Tonight's the night, Boss."
"Aah… As to be expected. These things usually happen on around the
Holidays. Who's on call, Joseph?"
"Hmm... We've got Edward, William, Clara, and... Katherine. I'll be sure
to get William on it immediately."
"Actually Joseph, I'd like Katherine to take this one on."
"Boss, are you sure? She's a bit... feisty."
"She handled the woman last year just fine."
"I know, Boss. But... if it's not too bold, Boss, I'd strongly suggest
William. He's on call, and he is the
boy's father."
"I'm sure about this, Joseph. She has her moments but she's the best for
the job. Trust me on this one."
"...Alright. You are The Almighty, after all."
"Good. Now about William's incessant hockey babblings...."
Katherine's POV
"Kate, Dogma's on. You're missing it!" Holly calls from the cloud
across from mine.
"Seriously? Yes!" I exclaim. With a snap of my fingers, the sounds of
John, Paul, George, and Ringo are silenced. I snap again and the image of Matt
Damon and Ben Affleck at an airport shimmers in the air before me. True, the
movie's about seven years old, but you just can't beat the Classics.
Man, I can't wait till they're dead....Well. I can wait for Benny, but Matt...
MMMMMM.... I wonder if it's too devilish to send the man a sudden heart
attack....?
"Kath-ER-rine!!" a different, shrill voice suddenly calls.
Nevermind.
I hate when people call me Katherine. "Yeeees?"
"Report to The Boss immediately. You've got an assignment," Rachel
informs me.
"...Alright. Thanks," I reply, a little confused. An assignment on
Christmas Eve? Again? Christmas Eve jobs are always very urgent and very
desperate. I haven't had one in... how long? Three years? Yeah, about three
years.
That girl had problems -- not the kind you see in normal people; no, that girl
had serious problems. I don't mean 'killing- vampires- with- wooden -sticks-
except- when- I- accidentally- fall- in- love- with- them' problems. I mean
some serious freaky bulls--t, 'no- one- deserves- this- crap' problems.
I decide to stop wondering and go get my assignment.
"Uh... Boss?" I speak up as I materialize before the Big G's cloud.
"Merry Christmas, Kate."
"Feliz Navidad, Boss."
"I have a job for you."
"Yes, Rachel told me. What is it?" I ask.
An image of a man appears before me. "You are familiar with this man, if I
recall?"
I stare at the image. Yes, I am very familiar with him. He looks different:
stress seems to weigh down his otherwise healthy form; more wrinkles have
melted into his skin with worry and sadness; and his memorable deep green eyes
seem filled with perpetual suffering. Still, I place him quickly. "Michael
Vaughn. He was a co-worker, friend, and romantic interest to Sydney Bristow,
the woman I was assigned to help three years ago."
"Yes. You haven't been updated on his current situation, I assume?"
"No, Boss. The last I saw, he and Sydney were finally kissing for the first time under the mistletoe at Fisher's
Skating Rink." I recall with a goofy grin and deep satisfaction.
"Ah, I see. Well, one month after your interference in her life, SD-6 was
destroyed. All went relatively well for about three months or so, then Sydney went missing and was presumed dead. She returned two years
later, about three months ago, to find her life turned upside down and Michael
married to this woman-"
A blonde covered head floats beside Michael's image. My jaw drops. "Jesus,
you are shitting me!" -- I am too flabbergasted to notice his disapproving
grimace. "You're telling me Michael Vaughn gave up Sydney for... For that??"
"Katherine! We do not speak ill of others. You know that." He adds
in, "And we don't use that type of language."
Yeah, yeah, sure. We don't speak ill of
others doesn't mean my mind isn't swimming with insults. First off, the eyebrows!
Honey, if you're going to dye your hair, let it at least be a shade somewhat
compatible with the eyebrows! And those teeth... I haven't seen an overbite
like that since the male donkey Noah took on his ark!
"Uh... Yeah. I apologize. But seriously, Boss. He got married? He and
Sydney are... they're..."
"They're soul mates. Yes, I'm well aware. I created them that way myself,
remember? But I'm afraid they drew the short straw on this one. You see, when I
came up with the concept of soul mates, I had to create some restraints to go
with it. Everything must be at a balance."
"F--k Newton."
"Katherine, Please." Boss scolds in a parental manner. "There can be no bliss
without despair, no victories without defeat. So I decided that soul mates --
two people who were literally put on the planet to find each other and share a
love deeper than one could imagine -- had to be precious and rare. Ergo there
is only one pair of them for every generation…"
"…And Sydney and Vaughn are this generation. I know the story; that's exactly
my point! If they're such precious gems, why break them?"
"Honestly, Katherine, you must learn to listen before speaking. You'd
think it would you'd be well versed after a millennium. As the fates would have
it, this pair of soul mates is fated to suffer tedious and almost unbearable
obstacles to reach each other and achieve their 'happily ever after.--'"
"-- Has Lucifer been giving you drugs?"
Boss looks at me sternly.
"Sorry. Continue."
Boss nods and does so. "There is, however, a balance, as I said before.
When the obstacles have been defeated and these two people are together again,
ultimately their 'happily ever after' will be more exuberant than any mortal
could imagine. A reward, so to speak."
Couldn't just let two people in two billion be happy, could we? I rapidly
rejoin at the Big G, "OKAY... So this is just another obstacle. That's
thoughtful, but um... one teeny, tiny question? How in -- your name -- do you
expect they'll 'reunite' after this curve ball you've pelted at them? Because I
can only think of one possibility and you of all immortals should be ashamed
that it's even crossing my mind!"
Boss stares off at something I don't quite see and smiles lightly. "There
is always a way."
What? Like Flood the entire earth? Kill the first born? Rain sulfur down? I'm
silent at first, then let out a slow drawl. "Uh.... huh..."
Boss snaps out of the trance and points at a pile of glistening disks.
"Anyway, there's all you have to know about Michael Vaughn's predicaments in
DVD form. Astounding concept, the DVD, really."
I'm concerned with soul mates and he's concerned with DVD. I am starting to
understand how the how predicament was orchestrated.
"Quickly review them, and then proceed to Earth. Michael's problems, you see,
have caused him to believe he should have never been born."
I scoff. "What a familiar notion."
"Indeed. I believe you know what to do, then."
"Ten-Four," I reply, gathering the disks and returning to my cloud.
"I'm on it, Boss."
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A/N: As always, thanks soooooo much to Penny for her brilliant and hilarious help with this. You rock, Penny!
