Chapter Title: I Didn't Mean To
Author Name: fuzzyalligator
Chapter Rating: G
Word Count: 1,721
Warnings: None, I guess
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. They be J.K.'s -sigh- U.S. History is actually interesting if you have the right professor.

A/N: Sorry that it took so long. I've been busy with homework and my chapter of a collaborative Remus/Sirius story on blacklupin. Don't be mad! -puppy dog eyes-

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Sirius watched as Remus stumbled out of his grasp. While he was busy comprehending the situation, Sirius looked around them. They had appeared in what looked like Remus' living room.

The room was rather large. Assembled in a half-circle were three dark blue seats. One was a couch that looked like it was decades old. On both ends were small dark wooded tables, both had lamps on them. The other two chairs were adjacent to the large couch and had a table in between all of them. Right across from the couch on the wall was a flat screen t.v. hanging over a fire place. 'Nice place,' he thought. His gaze caught a picture sitting on the mantel. He walked over and went to grab the picture but Remus' hand got there first.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he picked up the frame. He placed it so the picture was facing away from Sirius. "And how did you do that? Did you drug me?"

The angel was getting annoyed, why didn't he believe him? "I told you! I'm an angel! I can do these kinds of things. What else do I have to do to prove it to you?"

Remus cradled the picture while thinking. "Can you fly? Where are your wings?"

Sirius stared at the brunette. "What?"

"Where are your wings?" he repeated slowly, as if he were talking to a child.

Sirius scowled. "You want to see my wings? Okay." He took off his black jacket and stretched out his wings. They were white with gold threaded through them. They were twice as wide as him and about a foot longer. If he wanted, the wings could hide him completely.

Remus stared at him with wide eyes. Seeing his reaction, Sirius decided to up the ante. He flapped his wings and rose a few feet off the ground. Remus was so stunned he almost dropped the photo; but he caught it at the last moment. Sirius slowly lowered himself to the ground with a smirk. "Believe me now?"

Remus silently nodded his head. He set the picture down on the table as he headed to the kitchen. "I need a drink…" While he was gone, Sirius decided to peek at the forbidden picture. As he picked it up, he saw a young lady with short pink hair holding a little baby. The boy couldn't have been more than a few months old. The pink haired woman was smiling at the camera while tickling the little boy. Sirius saw some writing on the bottom: 'Nymphadora and Teddy, April 2006'

Sirius didn't remember anything about a Nymphadora or a Teddy in the scroll. He set the frame down and pulled out his papers. While he was looking, Remus walked back into the room. "Why do you keep looking at that thing?" he asked before he took a sip of what looked like scotch.

Sirius continued to look at the scroll as he answered. "I'm referring to it so I know stuff about you. I don't see anything here about a wife or kid…" He heard a glass breaking and when he turned around he saw Remus picking up the broken pieces. "What happened?" he asked as he hurried over to help.

"I…dropped it on accident," the doctor said while he continued to gather the broken pieces. "You don't have to help."

But Sirius ignored him.

When all the pieces were in the garbage, Sirius noticed Remus holding a towel to his finger. He walked over and gently took it. He saw that his index finger was bleeding and assumed he had cut it while cleaning up. Without hesitating, he placed his own hand over the doctor's. He felt warmth emitting from his hand and watched as the cut healed itself.

"How did you do that?" Remus asked in wonder. He held up his finger for examination.

Sirius chuckled, "All angels can do that. We get hurt too, ya know." He watched in amusement as Remus touched the unmarked skin. "What happened in there?" he asked after a while.

Remus stopped his examination and looked away. "I thought I told you not to look at that picture."

Sirius sighed in frustration, "You never said I couldn't; all you did was guard it like a dog. I wanted to know what it was a picture of, so I looked at it." He felt ashamed, if he had known it would hurt the man so much, he never would have peeked. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

Remus looked at him and nodded. "Well, if you want to know, I don't have a wife. We divorced about a year ago. She took our son and moved halfway across the globe." He sat on a chair that was placed by the dining table. "I only get to see him on Christmas."

Sirius joined him, "How could you have gotten a divorce? You're too young for that."

Remus laughed humorlessly. "How old do you think I am, Mr. Angel?" he asked as he looked at him.

Sirius looked him up and down, figuring his earlier deduction was plausible. "I'd say 24 or 25. Was I right?" He looked into the golden eyes hopefully.

This time Remus actually laughed and Sirius' chest thumped again. He rubbed it while Remus explained to him why he was wrong. "I'm 28. Dora and I got married when I was almost finished with medical school. Then we had Teddy. When I became a resident, I spent most of my time at the hospital. We just grew apart. She filed for divorce soon after Teddy turned one."

Sirius sat there not knowing what to say. He didn't know anyone like that. They sat in silence for a bit. Sirius watched as the doctor's golden eyes kept closing. "I think it's time for bed, mister," he said in a playful tone.

Remus slowly opened his eyes and nodded. He stood up and stretched, giving Sirius a look at his stomach. Without realizing it, Sirius started to blush. When Remus cleared his throat, he looked up at him. "What'd I miss?"

Remus gave him a small smile, "I said 'Good night, Mr. Angel'."

"Why do you keep calling me 'Mr. Angel'?" Sirius asked curiously.

Remus looked at him in amusement, "You never introduced yourself." Then he looked confused. "Or why you're here."

Sirius blushed again as he stood. He offered his hand and smiled. "My name is Sirius Black."

Remus gladly took it and introduced himself. When Sirius tried to pull away, Remus tightened his grip. "Now. Why are you here?" Sirius looked away and tried to free his hand, but Remus held strong. "Aren't you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to force it out of you?"

Sirius looked at him funny, "And how, pray tell, will you do that?" He hoped that Remus would give up if he distracted him. But it didn't work.

Remus sighed as he let go, "You must be here to take me to heaven. But, that can't be possible because I'm not dead. Unless I'm a spirit and everyone can still talk to and touch me. But, then I must be a poltergeist or something along that nature. I-"

Sirius cut him off by covering his mouth with his hand. "Man, can you talk!" Remus rolled his eyes and stepped away from the angel.

"So, Sirius," he said, using his name for the first time, "Are you going to tell me why you're here?" The raven-haired man lowered his hand and his gaze as he explained the situation. When he looked at Remus he saw him staring at him in shock. "Wh-what's going to happen to me?"

Sirius shook his head, "I'm sorry. But I can't tell you that."

"You can't or you won't?"

Sirius was struck dumb. This man would not give up! "I guess…I don't want to tell you. Because," he continued when Remus looked like he was going to fight it, "If I tell you, then you'll be cautious and jerky. Then people will know something's up." After some thinking, Remus nodded and yawned. "You should go to bed."

The doctor looked at him, "Will you be here in the morning?"

Sirius couldn't tell if he wanted him there or not. So, he decided to take a different approach. "I guess you'll have to wait and see." Without another word, he disappeared.

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Sirius opened his eyes and looked around him. He was exactly where he wanted to be. He walked down the stone path feeling the warmth on his skin. Up ahead was a forest that lead to the others, but he wasn't ready to get there yet. Instead, he turned left and wandered into the flowers.

Today, sunflowers were sprouting up. He found a comfortably secluded spot and laid down. He looked into the cloudless sky. He had some thinking to do. Today had been very weird. He still wasn't sure if that thing earlier wasn't just a dream or something along those lines. In all his years, no one had ever done that to him.

He touched his chest again, making sure there wasn't any movement hiding.

He was alone for a while. But, soon enough, he heard a set of footsteps making their way to him. He opened an eye and spotted his speckled friend smiling at him. "Hello, Potter," he greeted pleasantly.

James joined him on the ground, "How was your day?"

Sirius sat up and stretched. What should he say? 'Should I tell him about the thump?' He shook his head. "Have you ever met someone who could see you?" he asked instead.

James looked at his friend. "Everyone can see us, Sirius. If they couldn't, they'd wander around all lost and confused."

Sirius shoved his friend to the ground. "That's not what I meant. I was following this guy around all day. And the thing is…he could see me. And he grabbed my arm. What do you think that means?"

James shrugged, "I can't even imagine what that means mate." He stood up and turned toward his head to the sky. "Maybe he's a psychic or something." He rubbed his stomach, "Getting hungry?"

Sirius also got up. "Race ya to the kitchen." And with that said he sprinted off, followed closely by James.

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A/N2: Again, sorry it took 3 weeks(?) to get this chapter out. I swear, I've never taken that long to update. I guess my shlump isn't over yet…