Disclaimer: I don't own Touched by an Angel
Hello Andica fans! This started out as a plot bunny of: 'What happens if Monica got sick?' and turned into: 'What happens if Monica got lost in the snow and Andrew happened to find her?'
This is Andica friendship, beginning after the season 2x12 episode, The One That Got Away, about a month or so before 2x13 episode, Until We Meet Again.
Time had passed and they got to know each other a bit with Andrew teaching Monica how to play football , but how did he join the group?
Enjoy!
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Monica gets lost in a snowy town in Boise, Idaho, when a handsome, familiar face comes to the rescue.
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Monica just finished her assignment, not certain when or where to meet Tess. She had been trying to find her friend in town, but she ended up getting turned around, trudging through the vast wilderness of snow.
Now she was somehow lost in a forest: tired, cold, and confused.
Where is she? Oh dear, I think I'm lost.
Father, can ya tell me where I am? I'm lost in this world and fear is creeping in on me… hold me safe in Your arms and guide me Home… Amen
Go to the oak and wait there, My child.
Monica made her way to a large oak in a clearing, and sat down on the oak covered with snow.
Sitting and waiting a few minutes, she started to get cold and drowsy…
A-M-A-M-A-M
Andrew had just finished his assignment, sending Gracey MacIntire home.
The dove flew down in the snow covered window.
Come
He raised an eyebrow.
Okay
He followed the dove to a forest about 7 miles out of where he had been located.
The dove cooed as it nested in the branch of an oak tree.
It reminded Andrew of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil back Home.
This tree, covered in snow, sheltered a soft light
The glow reminded the angel of death of a lantern in a book by C.S. Lewis.
This glow was warm, but it was also flickering.
Andrew grew concerned.
A light flickered when an angel's soul was ready to be sent Home with the Father for good.
He quietly approached the light, noticing at first the long tendrils of dark, auburn hair…
No…
The angel of Truth? What was her name…?
The dove cooed again.
Andrew looked from Him to her.
"Monica?"
"Mmm?"
She stirred, her human form turning blue and shaking with cold.
Andrew shook his head in shocked disbelief.
What was Monica doing all the way out here by herself? Wasn't she supposed to be with Tess?
"Monica? Can you hear me?"
A voice… warm, gentle, and kind, yet not like the Father's voice at all…
Open your eyes My little one…
Mocha brown jewels opened with throes of exhaustion and confusion and life.
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief.
"Monica," he tried again. "Can you hear me?"
"Mmm?"
Her awareness was fading in and out. Andrew felt her head and realized she was becoming feverish.
He had to get her out of here, now!
He raised his jade green gaze heavenward.
Father?
Do what you must.
Andrew nodded. He wouldn't take her Home yet, not if he had any say in the matter.
As he lifted her carefully and gently into his arms, Andrew smiled fondly at Monica remembering the first time they met.
She had snapped at him for coming in-between her and Tess.
She was so endearing and meek and humble after their first miscommunication, he couldn't help but be overcome with compassion and tenderness.
She was also very beautiful physically, which was why Andrew found it important to find reasons to protect himself and stay away.
Why do you fear? The dove cooed.
Angels are not supposed to feel love. He spoke his heart. Love of the heart is for humans, not for angels…
God is love… came the whisper in his mind in the same soft Irish dialect he couldn't get out of his mind since he met her.
Andrew groaned softly as he shifted the young woman into his arms, sheltering her from the oncoming winter wind.
"Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil" Andrew prayed as he slowly and carefully marched every step with his fellow angel in his arms.
"And what kinda temptation would that be, Angel boy?"
Andrew jumped, Monica still in his arms. "Tess!" he gasped.
She frowned at him, her hands on her hips, eyeing him suspiciously with Monica in his arms.
"And just where do you think you're going with that angel, Andrew?"
"I-I was trying to find you!" He stammered.
Tess squinted at him.
For the first time in 30 years, Andrew gulped.
"Mhmm and what was that prayer I just heard about temptation?" she continued, growing even more protective with the full on blush that rose in the death angel's cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold surrounding them.
"You could have just called me to your location!" Tess barked. "Did you ever think of that?"
Andrew shook his head, feeling small.
"The Father told me…"
"To what?" Tess demanded.
"To do what I must." Andrew said firmly. "I was bringing her right to you!"
"Mmm H-He's tellin… brr the t-trith TTTess…" Monica shivered.
"Please…" Andrew begged. "I promise I'll leave her alone after this, just let me get her someplace warm. She's got a fever and she's getting colder by the second!"
Tess frowned, but lost her hard edge.
I have a plan for both my son and daughter in union, together, My child. The Father spoke to Tess' heart. Trust Me and bring My son with you.
"I suppose…" Tess said. "The Father wants you along with us Andrew. But be warned, I'm keeping my eye on you."
Andrew nodded. "Yes ma'am."
He looked again at the resting angel in his arms then smiled to himself. This was the same young, eager, very pretty angel from annunciations he'd seen about 30 years before. In the midst of the chaos and human confusion, he hadn't gotten to take a good look and really recognize her.
"It's nice to see you again Monica." The angel of death whispered as he did the best he could to keep her human form warm from the elements.
"It's going to be a pleasure and an honor to work with you."
She opened her eyes slowly and smiled sleepily up into his jade green eyes.
"The feeling is mutual Andrew, and thank you for helping me out of there."
Andrew set her on her feet gently when she shifted.
"You, my dear one," he smiled as he wrapped her warmly in his strong arms to ward off the cold, kissing her hair lightly with a thankful, tearful prayer to the Father for His mercy and grace.
"are eternally welcome."
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