AN: Remember when I said these were all unrelated unless obviously so? This is one of those times! Had the feels, so be warned, major character death and the depression of a fledgling await here!

When the Morningstar was taken on the latest mission with the human hunters and their seraph, it had been with a loud echoing scream and a bright blinding flash of light. His wings were emblazoned on the stone flooring under him, and his brothers stared at him in various stages of horror, the Messenger was the worst out of them all, it being him who the other had jumped in behind to protect.

It was the Healer who caught him when his knees gave out, the Viceroy who held the oldest hunter at the end of his sword when he commented on his recently passed brother riddance from the world, and it was the human woman, the mother of the Winchesters who brought up the matter of the fledgling that was always hanging from him that brought them all to their knees.

How does one tell a child that the one raising them was never going to come home again, not in the way he had promised to, that they would never be there to catch them again when they fell.

Michael left the hunter there, gathering up his younger brothers form in his arms, and held him as close as he could so that he may leave this place so that he may break down at his brothers loss away from prying eyes. The Messenger and Healer proceeded him, leaving just as swiftly as a blow of the wind, and he nodded to the hunters at the completion of their hunt, the one that had taken his brother from him, the guardian from their young fledgling, and departed in similar fashion.

He left his brother with Azrael and Anubis in the Healer's domain in Heaven, to prepare and guide for final burial, leaving as the pyres were constructed, and he made his way for his training fields. The Powers halted their training at the sight of him, and circled in close as his composure broke as he finally fell to his knees. They had heard, the way that elites do from one another, of the Morningstar's demise at the hands of a foe that should never have gotten the opportunity for the blow.

The Healer had retreated to his Infirmary with the inconsolable Messenger to try and help him grieve, and all the while, the lonely little fledgling sitting cuddled in the Morningstar's bed waiting for him to return to tell his nightly stories before bed was left forgotten in their grief at his loss.

When the pain had passed, the wound not immediate, they each remembered her.

Guilt knawed at them as they rushed for their Villa, empty without the sound of their laughter mingling together, and they found her sleeping soundly curled around the pillow that he used. It smelled most like him, as did the tunic she slept in, and the blankets that lay curled around her in a semblance of a final hug.

The breath caught in the Messengers throat, turning from them, unable to be the one to tell her that her beloved 'Luci' was not coming home again. The Healer and Prince let him, knowing that the guilt weighed heavily on his heart, and stepped into the room that had so many reminders of their lost brother that it nearly broke their resolve, but they knew what they must do. The fledgling had the right to know that her guardian wasn't leaving her waiting as she had undoubtedly thought he was doing, though it was something that would never had come to pass, their brother adored the fledgling and always came at her first call.

"Little bear?" the Healer sat on the edge of his brother's bed, pulling the blanket down just a bit to get to her face, and brushed stray curls out from over her eyes, "Little bear?"

"Mmm S'eepin.."

"I know, little bear, but there is something we must tell you."

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, looking over them all, the two before her and the one in the doorway sobbing softly into his hands, and confusion set in when she didn't spot the one that always cuddled up with her to go to sleep.

"RaRa….'uci makin' me w'it for?"

He swallowed hard, "He's not making you wait for him little one, you know he would never."

"T'en w'ere?"

"Little bear, can you wake up for me?" he tugged on the blanket she'd cacooned herself in a bit, it being left to him as Healer to break the news that their brother was not coming back, not this time, and he waited for her to nod sleepily and untangle herself from the blankets, rubbing her eyes with her fingers, "I a'ake big b'otha."

He tried for a smile, but he knew that tears were on the verge of breaking from his eyes, "Something happened, little bear, something bad happened."

"Okay?"

"We're okay, but, little bear, Luci was hurt."

She was awake now, sleep completely forgotten, and she looked between them all with bright alert eyes. She was brighter then most gave credit to her for, mostly with her age being so young, and knew how to read people better then anyone they'd met in a long time, and she knew what had happened without anyone speaking it.

Shaking her head, she backed up, into the dip of the bed where he usually slept, "NO! nonononono! He promised! He p'omised!"

"You know he would never leave you if he could help it."

Michael chose that moment to step in, sitting across from his brother on the edge of the large bed, the fledgling was quivering, as though a top waiting to spin out of control. Her guardian had meant the world to her, his loss was a devastating blow, and their worry overshadowed their own mourning for the way the little one would react.

"This is't funny! 's a bad j'ke! It not funny!"

Curls whipper her face as she shook her head frantically, looking towards the door as though her master would apologize for the cruel joke and come walking in, in that very moment, but he didn't and the only one that stood there was the sobbing Messenger.

When no one came, no flash of blonde hair, no deep cool chuckle, no bright blue eyes, her lip quivered dangerously, and she turned to look at the Healer with wide shocked eyes, "Luci?"

He took a deep shaky breath, "I'm so sorry, little one." She shook her head and crawled forward, his tunic dragging on his bed under her, "No, Luci?" the Healer shook his head, his own eyes crystalizing with tears, "No Luci." Tears spilled from her eyes and she choked on a breath, trying to stay strong but that small resolve of hers breaking as the notion that her guardian wasn't coming back finally set in, and she reached for the one nearest to her as the tears started spilling over.

Michael took her in his arms, folding around her as though he were going to physically block her from all the pain in the world, as her small form shook with the force of her sobs. His brother doted on her, he adored her, being the first one to let him back into their heart upon their return after the war. She had stayed up all night waiting for him to come tell her sleepy stories, and eventually feel asleep thinking he had kept her waiting, only to wake up to have this spilled on her was too much for her small self to take.

He stood from his brothers bed, taking the fledgling with him, swaying from side to side as she sobbed into his shoulder, her little fingers like a kittens claws as they dug into his shoulder from behind, and they swayed in silence. He knew there was no words that would console her, the only ones would be from the mouth of a brother whom would never speak again, and so he just swayed with her until her sobs came to a silent stop and she was completely limp in his hold.

He knew she was still awake, he could feel her breathing against the side of his neck, but there were no words to be spoken.

Her beloved guardian was dead, and his fledgling had completely broken.