With an almost inaudible 'pop', The Metatron appeared in the back corner of Melenie's darkened room. He had never set foot in here before but saw it many times up in Heaven. It seemed to embody all that Mel was. Even the angry glow of the lava lamp seemed to personify Mel's present feelings.

There she was, the teenage angel, lying on her bed, a pillow flattened against her face. All was quiet.

The Metatron quietly crossed the carpet to Mel's bed and slowly sat down beside her tensed legs.

Melenie felt the movement on her bed. Great, bloody Mom's here to make me feel like crap again. Well she can just bugger off, I'm not speaking to her.

Will you speak to me? A quiet, deep, almost calming voice interrupted her thoughts. It was as if she had thought the words herself, but she knew she hadn't.

Great, now I'm certifiably insane.

A small chuckle reached her ears. Mel wanted to remove the pillow but it was so warm. Maybe if she feel asleep all her worries would just be a dream. All would be right again.

But she sensed something. Someone was there. Not her Mom, but someone. She just wanted to fall asleep, she was so tired. So very tired. But she felt compelled to look around despite the fact that she knew nothing would be there.

Nothing that is except a man sitting on her bed.

"What the hell?!?!" Mel sat up in bed, "Who the heck are you? And what are you doing in my -" But as her eyes adjusted to the dark she saw him. It had to be him. She reached over and turned on her bedside lamp.

Yes, the man, no angel, from her dreams. The Metatron. Was she dreaming? Had she killed herself? She didn't really mean to, but what if she had? What was going on....This was her bedroom after all.

"Hello Melenie." He could tell from her eyes that she knew him. And, even without the dreams he had allowed her, he knew she would know him. Without realizing it, Mel had always known her father. If she had to pick him out from a crowd, she could.

"It's you." She whispered as if treading on glass. He nodded. "But what...why?"

"I thought I owed you a visit."

Melenie scoffed. "Yeah, you owe me about fifteen years worth of visits."

"Maybe I do."

"Maybe? Look, whatever you're trying to do, just forget it okay? It's too late to fix things. Just forget it. We don't need you." Mel lowered her eyes hoping that when she looked up he'd be gone.

But he wasn't. "Maybe not, but we need you."

"What the heck does that mean?"

"You mean a lot to more people than you know, Melenie." She raised an eyebrow. "Your mother for one." She rolled her eyes. "I'm serious Melenie. You're the only thing in her life that means anything."

"Oh and I guess you'd know all about that."

"Actually I would. I am an angel." Again his pride was being pushed but by now, after thousands of years dealing with people, he was used to it.

"Right. Well, actually I'd rather not speak to you. So can you just like fly off or something?" It was taking all of Mel's control to be so calm around him. She knew that if he stayed much longer she would mostly likely crack and yell at him, or hit him, which he really did deserve, or both, but she wanted to keep some sense of dignity.

"If you promise me one thing?"

"Yeah, sure. I promise I'll never even think of you again. So you can just go back to your busy life and never be interrupted by a moody teenager and her depressed mother. Does that suit you, cuz it sure suits me." That's it. Mel could feel the strain. Any moment now she would be back to screaming and there's no telling what she'd do.

"That's not what I meant." There was a rigid formality to his tone now. "Just don't do anything...stupid. You don't know it, but there's a lot at stake besides your mother."

"Oh, cuz I'm the last Scion?" Mel asked with no interest whatsoever.

"Exactly. Can't put anything past you." He smirked.

"Well you can just forget that. I'm not going to be a pawn in your little warped scheme."

The Metatron raised his eyebrow. Mel saw it and a quick thought popped into her head. I see where I got that from... But it didn't change her point of view. At least, not entirely.

"Look, Melenie." The Metatron adopted a softer tone of voice. "Look at me." Mel became fascinated with her comforter. "Mel, I realize it's hard to see me here but please try to listen-"

"Why? Why should I? When do you ever listen to me? When do my feelings ever count?" She could feel her face going red.

"Mel, it's not like-"

"No! It is! You don't see it. You don't see what I see! You don't know what I feel! You come in here trying to tell me to stop overreacting and to get rid of this bloody pillow-" She picked it up and threw it on the floor in disgust, "when you don't know the half of it. Maybe if you spent more time down here and less time flying around you'd have some faint sense of what's going on!" Her eyes were stinging her now. She just wanted him to leave. It was strange, she had spent the better part of her life wishing for even just a glimpse of him and then when he finally made the effort to see her, she was pushing him away. She really didn't know what she was doing, nor what she wanted.

The Metatron knew she was confused and understood entirely where she was coming from. After all, he had witnessed every emotion and feeling in the book and then some. Besides, it wasn't as if Melenie didn't have grounds for her accusations. Most of what she was saying was true. Perhaps he had been wrong. Perhaps he had misjudged how to take care of her. The Metatron felt that, even though he could visit as much as was needed, he didn't want Mel to rely on him. If he kept out of the way then Mel would grow up used to only a mother rather than depending on a busy angel to act as father constantly. Anyway, God would have granted him permission to see Mel when she had her tonsils out, but not to attend her elementary school play, parent-teacher nights, and open houses. It just wasn't practical to have an angel as a father. But how could he explain all this to Mel? He might know how to deal with emotionally distraught people, but when it came to justifying himself to a fifteen year old 'daughter', he was stumped.

"You're right." Mel's head jerked up. What did he say?

"I realize now that I made the wrong decision. I should have been here for you. Instead I thought you could cope with just your mother. I was wrong and I'm sorry." It was hard for him to admit he was wrong, especially since he never was wrong. Not often at least.

Melenie softened a little. She could tell he was finding this hard to say. A part of her was glad that for once he was struggling, but another part said that maybe...just maybe he was right after all. Mel wanted to strangle that voice and throw it in a lake.

Melenie kept quiet and the Metatron continued. "Listen, I couldn't visit all the time. I thought that never having a father would be easier than having one that was too busy to visit regularly." He gingerly reached for Mel's hand and held it warmly in his. She pulled away and stared at the wall. For a moment it was quiet as the two thought about things.

Mel's anger had disappeared with his words. Now she was lost again as to what to feel. It was a combination of sadness, uncertainty, and vulnerability. The Metatron sat quietly feeling himself unsure of how to act, of how to be there for her after so many years of watching from afar. It had been difficult to see Melenie at different ages happy or sad and never being able to share those times with her. At times he even missed having his own normal, family life. But then the always managed to bring himself back to reality with the thought that he couldn't be emotionally attached to any human. It just wasn't possible. (though, if truth be told, Metatron would have picked this family out of all the families on Earth to be apart of if he ever had the chance.)

Quietly Melenie spoke again. Her voice came almost as a whisper. "I don't understand. Some kids have a perfectly normal family, and other's don't have a family. They can either accept and deal with it or not. I guess I'm one that can't cope." She paused, still looking at the wall.

"You're not, Melenie." His voice was just as soft.

"What do you mean I'm not? I don't have a family and-"

"You do Mel. As small as it is, you and your mother are a family. What's more is, you've always been one. All these years you two have stuck by each other. You've been close all along. It's only just before your suicide attempt that things have been-"

Melenie felt the need to interject. "It wasn't. I was never going to...you know."

The Metatron hated saying this but..."You would have. Another minute and you would have gone."

Melenie frowned and looked at him. "What do you mean? I never meant to...."

"I know you didn't, but it's true."

She believed him this time and it shocked her. "Then Mum would have..." She couldn't take it all in. She closed her eyes and felt tears finding their way out. She couldn't say anything and the tears kept coming.

The Metatron held out his arms. "Come here."

Mel didn't protest but let herself be enveloped in the angel's strong arms. They were so comforting and made her cry even more. The Metatron held her tightly to him, never wanting to let go. He stroked her hair gently. After a while Melenie lifted her head.

"I just want it to be the way it used to be. When everything was fine with Mom and I. I hate feeling this way."

"I know baby. I know." Metatron was slightly shaken by what he just called her but found he didn't care. Melenie was his baby and he couldn't deny it any longer. Mel almost did a double take but the way he said it...well, it seemed so natural. So welcome. This was what she had always dreamed of. But it was better. This was real and truly special. He wasn't a stranger anymore. He was her dad, and he was, for the first time, comforting her. Finally, he was there for her and, truthfully, not a day too late. It was not that she needed him. Not before. Those were just trivial things. This was what if felt like to be really in need. He really did know when to pick the moment.

The Metatron grinned to himself. Okay, so he couldn't help reading her thoughts. So what? It wasn't as if it were a crime. He felt her arms holding on tighter. She didn't want this to end either. Metatron had a sudden thought. With a quick arch of his shoulders, he popped his wings out and wrapped them around her.

Melenie lifted her head to look at them. "Cool," She managed to utter.

The Metatron smiled. "Only for you." She smiled weakly back at him as she felt the warmth radiating off his soft wings. For the moment Melenie had her own private slice of Heaven.

There were millions of things they both wanted to say to each other. Not just present feelings but also fifteen years worth of material. Yet they remained quiet. Sometimes actions spoke louder than words. This was one of those times.

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Well, I have the rest typed up and will hopefully post more often. I'm so sorry for the long wait guys, I feel horrible. If you'd care to leave feedback about whether I should do a sequel or just have a paragraph or so on what happens in the future, I'd really appreciate it. I would like to write a sequel but don't have any ideas so for the time being I might just post the next couple of paragraphs that end the story and show a tiny bit of the future. Most of what I have left deals with that anyways. Keep the reviews coming! Please?