It had taken John at least 2 hours to finally calm Angela down. When he had found her at the cemetery she had been screaming at her friend Jake for a reason he didn't understand, then when she turned around and bumped into him she embraced him with a strong grip he thought she'd never let go, then she cried, a lot and all he could do was hold her.

For two hours he held her and for two hours she cried, but he knew that whatever had been said she needed him and he was willing to stay. At the moment John stood in Angela's kitchen trying to get her some tea, while she hung upside down on her couch playing with a logic cube, the kind where one has to get all of the same the colors to one side.

Her tears had subsided twenty minutes before and she had got her breathing back to normal, but no matter how much John asked she refused to talk about what was said between her and Jake. Hell, she had refused to talk at all.

John walked over to her and placed her cup on the table in front of her, then took a seat across from the couch she still hung from. Her hair lay in a puddle on the floor and her legs bent at the top of the couch; she looked like a child, which made John want to smile. For the first time in the past two and a half weeks he'd known her, Angela Dodson looked vulnerable.

"He'll die, you know." She spoke for the first time in almost two and a half hours.

"I'm sorry, what?" John asked not understanding and being pulled out of his thoughts.

"My nephew, he'll die. Jake wouldn't grant me custody of him, now he'll die." She said finally giving up in the cube and threw it over the couch past her feet and into a corner where Duck jumped from and ran to another.

"I'm sorry Ange, I wish there was something I could do to help." He said and he honestly meant it, he didn't know what it was, but there was something about her that made him want to be a whole other person.

"Thanks, John. You've done a lot for me and I really appreciate this." She said, and then yawned. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired." She mumbled then flung her legs over her head, just barely missing the table, and got up. "I'm going to take a nap, I hope that's ok."

"Its fine I would feel better once you got some rest."

"Thanks, you're welcome to stay as long as you like." She said and disappeared into her room.

John lay back on the couch and figured he'd get some rest as well. Twenty minutes after Angela had went to her room John was nearing sleep, when a voice spoke.

"Oh, Duck, mommy missed you." It was a feminine voice and it came from the spot Angela had occupied earlier. The only thing about this voice was it sounded more familiar then John could imagine, he thought Angela had gone to sleep.

"I thought you went to sleep." He said, his eyes still closed.

"No, Angela did. She's in there sleeping like a baby." The voice replied. The use of Angela's name in that voice got him to open his eyes. Before John sat a young woman, her features, very similar to Angela and, looking as if though she were an angel and judging by her wings she was one.

"Isabel?" John asked, getting a bright smile from her.

"Hello, Constantine. How are you?" she asked standing up from the couch, sending Duck off her lap and to the floor.

"What are you doing here?" he asked ignoring her question.

"I'm here to see my sister. When she sleeps I like to come down and take a look at her." she replied and made her way to the bedroom to glance at her sleeping sister. "She looks horrible. Has she been working all the time?"

"Yeah, but not on work." John answered making his way to her side.

"She found out about Nathan, didn't she?" Isabel asked looking to him, he nodded his response. "I didn't mean for her to be so bothered by it. That's why I hid him from her; she wouldn't have been able to handle it all."

"She talked to Jake and he wouldn't give her custody." John said making his way back to the living room.

"And he won't. What was said between them is it. He's gone."

"And what did he say?"

"That I can't tell you. You have to ask Angie that one." She replied.

"What can I do to help her?"

"That's why I'm here John, to help you out. Look Nathan is my son and I want what's best for him, a mom, a dad, a family John. But when he was born he was going to die, I had to take care of him. John you know what you have to do."

"I don't know, Isabel." He said flatly. "But I did know I want to help save him."

"Thank you. And the only way to save him is to get him into Angela's custody; she has to be with him."

"But how she has to be married." He said fading near the end as it all registered with him. He looked to Isabel who stood feet from him nodding.

"I know you're not that type of guy, but you said you wanted to help her. And I know you're relationship isn't that strong, but neither is my son. I'm not forcing you to marry my sister. I would hate it for you two to get married just to gain custody of my son. But, John, she really loves you and I know you love her." Isabel spoke picking the cat up again.

"How do you know I love her?" he asked not even sure of his own feelings.

"It's written on your face. You feel like you'll never find anybody worth dying for, except her. You feel a strange tingle in your chest whenever she walks in a room or speaks. I know John I've been in love before."

"So I have to marry her?"

"No, you don't have to do anything you don't want, but the only way for her to get Nathan is by marriage. Think about it, don't get married to make her happy do it because you know want to." She said, then put Duck on the floor and walked to her sister's room.

"Good night Angie." She whispered in her ear.

"Good night, Izzy." Angela sleepingly whispered back, and then shifted her head.

"Think about it John." She said right as she opened the front door and got ready to walk out. "I'm going to see him, now if he asks about me, don't tell him anything until Angie's ready."

"I won't." he replied and with that Isabel was gone.

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