A/N: oops...I never realized that I didn't put this chapter up *sigh* -_-

Anyways I hope you guys liked the last chapter. For me it was a FINALLY moment. Anyways this gets things set up for how the story is going to end in chapter 40. And I hope you guys like what I have planned. I'm going to say by Saturday potentially i'll upload the last three chapters, or that will be done anyways, and the story will be complete! Wow it feels like yesterday that I was doing the first one o.o an just a heads up for everyone, I went back through the first story to this one, the prequel, and fixed it up a bit X) just fyi lol

Anyways enjoy chapter 37 and thanks for all the views, reviews and support! Appreciated xoxo :)

Celest ^I^

She had come into the kitchen not five minutes later, to the smell of bacon sizzling, toast popping in the toaster, and eggs being fried. It smelled so delicious that her stomach gurgled with appreciation. She had taken a careful seat at the table and watched him work. Wincing as she shifted, Gabe noticed and looked at her.

"I could take the discomfort from you, you know," Gabriel told her gently.

"No don't," she said, "I like it."

He smirked at that and turned back to preparing their breakfast. Suddenly the door in the kitchen blew in and Jazz, Missy and Lance all came in trailing a chilly breeze behind them. It was like a whirlwind of voices and sound, as they all hung up their jackets and planted themselves at the table. Amy felt distinctly naked sitting in her robe with all the fully clothed people around her now. Jazz looked over at her and arched an eyebrow. She shook her head as if to say 'not here,' and the elf nodded. However, she couldn't just let that slip by. She transformed her robe into a nice orange sweater, and dark wash jeans, her long blonde hair done up in a ponytail. Sometimes it was amazing to be a nephilim.

"Oh awesome, Gabe," said Lance jovially from beside her, "you're making breakfast? I'll have two pancakes and a side of bacon please."

Gabriel turned around and quirked an eyebrow at the warlock. "Oh good to know, once I'm done you can make your own bloody breakfast!"

Amy tried to hide the snort of amusement at Lance's downtrodden expression. "Gabriel," she said warningly.

Lance and the others looked at her in surprise. "Oh!" Lance exclaimed suddenly, "you mean you finally told her!? About bloody time, Gabriel!"

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "She kind of figured it out all on her own to be honest."

Missy smirked. "And you're surprised? I told you to get a move on a while back."

Gabriel huffed in annoyance. "Yes, yes, Missy, you were right and I was wrong? Happy?'

"Very."

His eyes narrowed at her; placing a plate down in front of Amy he rested his hand on her back for comfort. "Okay, what does everyone want? Because I feel in a good mood right now, so you all got lucky."

There was a big clattering as they all placed their orders with Gabriel and she dug into her own plate. It tasted fantastic; he really over did himself on this. She ate in comfort with all of her friends surrounding her.

~x~

Late in the Afternoon

~x~

Amy sat in her and Gabe's room alone. The others were in the living room watching football, of all things, and she had decided to come in here for a few minutes and check on something. She gazed at the horn sitting in the box, it was larger than what she had remembered over a year ago but maybe that was just her, her mind all fuzzy with the passage of time.

A small timid knock sounded at her door and she looked up. Closing the box she placed it beside her on the bed and called out, "Come in!"

Jazz and Missy stepped into the room and shut the door quietly behind them. Amy smiled as her friends made their way over to her. Missy sat on the small love seat at the foot of their bed, giving the box beside her a raised brow, while Jazz climbed in beside her. Trust Missy, not to miss a single thing.

"Spill."

Amy stuttered looking at her friend. "Excuse me?"

"You guys did the dirty, so spill."

She looked over at Missy who gazed at her in amusement. "Don't look at me. Anyone with two eyes and a brain could tell. You're practically glowing."

She blushed as she looked down at the bedding. "Okay, so maybe we did….." At Jazz and Missy's hard glares she sighed in frustration. "Okay, we did it. And it was one of the best things that's ever happened to me," she confessed feeling like she was baring her soul.

"That's my girl!" Jazz exclaimed beside her squealing at the news. "So how was it? Everything you thought it would be and more?"

"It was definitely more," she remarked honestly, "he was so gentle, but when we got right down to hit, holy cow I think I flew to heaven and back."

Missy snorted at the foot of the bed. The two of them looked at her puzzled and she merely rolled her eyes. "What? It's a funny coincidence, don't you think?"

Jazz rolled her eyes. "So you guys finally came clean? You're not mad at him then I take it?"

She shook her head. "No." She sighed as she picked at a loose thread of the covers. "I mean I always thought something was up with him, but even I didn't expect he was an archangel. He's just so…"

"Goofy?"

"Has no respect for his place in heaven and is a wuss?" asked Missy from the end.

"MISSY! Shut it!" Jazz exclaimed loudly, "sheesh! You have to tell me, and soon, where your off switch is."

Missy rolled her eyes. "I don't have one."

"Even better, I could make one."

"Guys!" Amy said laughing from between them, "I just meant he's not the whole serious I'm gonna smite you archangel that I was expecting."

Jazz shrugged at that. "Fair enough."

"Amy, why did you have the horn out?" asked Missy reaching out and taking the box between her long fingers. Amy watched her as she opened the lid and gingerly lifted the horn from its casing. "You shouldn't be handling it."

"Says the person who has their hands all over it," said Jazz sarcastically.

Missy shot her a scolding look, and then turned back to Amy. "Lance gave me the idea."

"Lance gave you the idea to do what?" Missy kept pursuing not allowing the matter to drop.

"I confided my fears to him about Pandora, and how I didn't know what to do. He told me that Gabriel's horn of truth might be able to help me; however, he also said it was an extremely dangerous thing to do, and that it should be a last resort," she said tiredly. "I know it's dangerous, that's not the question here, I'm just out of options. I feel like everything is moving too fast, spinning out of my control, and everything is coming to a climax."

Missy gazed down at the horn as she explained. She ran her fingers up and down the stem of it. "If you do decide to do this, you better make sure Gabriel knows."

Jazz sputtered beside her. "It could kill her, Missy! Listen to what you're saying!"

"I know what I'm saying, Jazz," said Missy gently, "and I think Lance was right. This is the only way to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that what Pandora said is truthful."

Jazz sighed and rubbed her forehead. "So, what? We use the horn on Pandora?"

"Not quite," Missy murmured quietly as she looked up at Amy.

Jazz saw the look and started shaking her head vehemently. "Oh no, no, hell no! We can't!"

"Jazz-"

"No, Amy! Listen! That thing is dangerous!" she pointed an accusing finger at the horn, sitting innocently in Missy's grasp, "only Gabriel can use it, for certain without any ill effects, and everybody else…well there's always a price! Some are more prone to the strain of the horn, while others….it's like it curses them."

Amy sighed. "Jazz, I understand the risks but-"

"No, I don't think you do," Jazz interrupted her. "Let Gabe use it."

"It doesn't work that way," Missy intoned from the foot of the bed, "only the person who wants to unlock the full truth about themselves can use the horn, Gabriel is of no help to us here."

"Well that's stupid," Jazz said harshly.

"Not necessarily," Missy said as she gently placed the horn back in its box, shutting the lid. "Not many people want to know the truth behind themselves, and so therefore the horn is of no real value to those who don't realize its true potential."

Jazz rolled her eyes and got up from the bed, pacing beside it. "So you're saying it's okay for her to do this? Missy, we don't know what could happen!"

"I realize that, Jazz," Missy answered calmly, "but then how else do you propose we go through with this. We have nothing in order to help us determine whether Pandora was telling the truth or not, so that leaves us where? I'll tell you, up a creek with no paddles and a hole in the bottom that's helping us sink."

"Or you guys could ask about my decision on this," Amy said quietly after listening to them argue.

The two of them looked at her waiting to continue. She took a deep breath and swallowed heavily. "I have to do this," she said to Jazz, "I know you don't like it, but I'm sorry I have to."

Jazz's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine, but you have to tell Gabe, before you do anything," she stressed before out.

"That's fair, I wouldn't have done it without him knowing anyways," Amy said as her and Missy rose, and she placed the box under the bed again.

"Well, let's get back, half times probably over by now," Jazz said walking towards the door.

"Oh, Jazz? One more thing." Her friend turned back to her. "Don't use that afghan you knitted anymore."

She frowned puzzled. "Why?" her eyes widened and she spluttered like a fish. "Oh my god, Amy! Thanks a lot!" She huffed and stepped out of the room leaving the two of them still behind.

"Thanks."

She looked at Missy. "For what?"

"I never liked that afghan," Missy confided to her, "but I didn't have the heart to tell, Jazz that I hated it."

Amy couldn't keep back the snort of laughter as they left the room.

~x~

Two Hours Later

(night)

~x~

The football game had just ended and they all sat relaxing around the room. Amy was sitting nestled against Gabriel, Jazz's afghan thrown over them. Her elf friend sitting across from her glared at her, and she merely offered a small smile in comfort at her friend. She sighed, remembering the conversation that she had just had with Jazz and Missy only two hours ago. She felt so warm and safe within the embrace of Gabriel, but she had to tell him. Sitting up, she disengaged from him and put her feet on the ground. He gave her a puzzled frown, Lance who was still watching the TV had not noticed her sudden move. Missy and Jazz both had knowing looks shining through their eyes and Missy gave her a discreet nod in encouragement.

"You okay, Aim?" he asked her.

Lance looked at that and noticed her hunched over posture. Grabbing the remote, he muted the TV as he gazed at her in slight concern.

"Gabriel," she began shakily, clasping her hands in front of her to stop the shakes, she turned to look at him, "I need to use that horn. Your horn."

Instantly, Gabriel's face clouded over with anger; it was almost as if a storm was coming to a head and it was taking all of his will power to keep it locked tight. Clenching his jaw, she could hear the grinding of his teeth within his mouth, as he looked at her with blazing golden eyes. The mark on her left hip twinged in discomfort and she couldn't help the small wince.

"No," he snarled out.

"Gabe-"

"Amy, no!" he said standing up suddenly. She had seen him worried before, sometimes angry, but never like this to her. He looked like he was trying to keep himself from smiting; which couldn't be a good sign for her. "You can't use it."

"Gabriel, I have to-"

"No!" He breathed deeply at her rebuke. "You don't understand what it could do."

She grimaced at his distraught face, he looked to be in agony at denying her this, or possibly in agony over the fact that she would really go to these extremes.

"I know why you want to use that horn, Amy," he began lowly, "and there has to be another way."

She shook her head gently, as she hesitantly stepped over to him, her right arm raised as if to place it on his shoulder and offer comfort. "Gabe, you and me both know there isn't."

"You don't understand what would happen if you did!"

"And neither would you!" she shouted back, losing her temper somewhat as the argument became heated. "Gabriel, there is no other way to tell if she's telling the truth or not without a shadow of a doubt. Like anything, everyone has to submit to the will of the horn, no one can fight it! I need to know that I am her hope, and only your horn can unlock those answers in me. If it is the truth than I have no choice, I need to merge and become whole."

He looked up at her at that. "You would completely change yourself? For her?"

"Not for her, Gabe," she said quietly, "for me. I can't fully tap into everything that I can do, until me and her are one. This is so much bigger than any of us, and if she's right, if I am her hope, then I should never even have existed."

Gabriel blinked his eyes rapidly at that and looked down to the carpet. The others were keeping silent, choosing not to intrude on this; Amy was the one that needed him to understand, and it had to come from her. Only she was capable of doing this.

"There's always a reason for everything," he whispered out quietly into the room. Looking back up at her she was saddened to see the tear tracks chasing trails down his cheeks. "You understand that the horn will come with some kind of catch? We won't know what it is possibly, until it happens."

She nodded to him. "I understand the risks; but I need to still do this, Gabriel. I won't rest until I find out."

Nodding sadly, he turned on his heel and walked towards their room. She had never seen him so defeated before; shoulders slumping, eyes having lost their sparkle and instead adopted a defeated dullness to them. He was always the strong one, the one that raised her up and carried her through the storm. Now their roles were reversed, she was the one that needed to be strong and carry him.

Coming back into the room he placed the box on the table and gently lifted the lid. Taking the horn out, gingerly, he walked over and handed it to her. The metal was still warm to the touch, which shouldn't have been possible, and it hummed slightly in her hands; almost as if it knew it was about to be called upon.

She took it and began to raise it up. Before she blew she whispered to him one last time.

"Gabe, it's going to be okay."

With that she blew through the mouth piece. It wasn't exactly what she had expected; she thought she would hear a loud blast of a trumpet, or some kind of a strident staccato note, however, she got something completely different. It felt as if instead of making sound outward the horn transferred it inward and made her take the noise that would have otherwise issued from its funnel at the top. It ballooned inside of her ready to burst. Her head became fuzzy as song began dancing through her mind, her body became heavy and her eyes were having a hard time staying open.

Before, she lost consciousness, she saw a bright white light, and then images began unfurling and spinning around her, smacking her with their intensity. She heard screaming, crying, a great flood of emotions like a dam had been broken and then she lost her grasp on reality and slipped away.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned for how it all ends :)