Author's Note: I have this story written out up to Chapter 24. Yeah. And even there it's no where near finished. It gets darker before it gets lighter.
Here's another chapter for your reading and reviewing pleasure.
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John woke a long time later. He was quite alone in his room, but could hear the vague noises of Chas bustling about in the kitchen. He blinked and found his head hurt. Either Chas was real, or John had finally gone quite insane.
Either way, it posed quite a problem.
John knew he was totally smitten with his angel apprentice. He longed to rush into the kitchen and kiss him, see how he liked that. The problem was, it wasn't that simple. Chas would be completely freaked out.
John wondered why Chas was back. There had to be a reason.
He climbed out of bed, pulling on his shirt, tie and trousers slowly, feeling there was a good reason to look smart. Running his fingers through his hair, he walked into the kitchen.
Chas was washing up. He looked up and John and smiled. "Still your slave, John."
John fought his new found cravings. "You aren't my slave, Chas, you're my much-appreciated apprentice."
"Hell yeah," Chas grinned. Then his smile faded. "Head hurting, John?"
John nodded as Chas filled a glass and dropped aspirin into it. He handed the fizzing glass to him and smiled.
"Thanks, Chas."
"No problem." Chas gently pushed John into a chair. "Now, explanation time. They sent me back to sort your life out. The world needs you, John Constantine."
"Sure, kid." John swigged the water.
"I'm serious, John," Chas replied.
John smiled bitterly, knowing there was only one thing that could make him feel better.