Baby Steps (Mari/Open)

[logan]

Adjusting to change was never easy, this place was bigger than his apartment, and part of him hated that. He prefered the place he was in before, however sometimes fate didn't ask for your opinion. It was easier to be here with all that was going on, on top of that Marina needed him. Leave it to him to be unable to abandon her, infact for some reason he couldn't even consider the idea. When he tried, his mind was instantly forced back to the image of her in the hospital, a lot of strange things like that had been happening lately.

Creeping through a series of passages that he used to get to her, he held a tray of food in his hands, making sure no one else knew of his secret path to her. She had been hesitant to see anyone else, to let them into her little batcave as it were, however after awhile he managed to find a back way in that she couldn't stop him from using. If she did she would be trapped down there incase of emergency, not exactly an ideal place to be stuck.

Coming in silently, he was barefoot, and decided to head on down after his shower since he felt bad for taking so long. "I brought you something to eat since you won't come up." he said, placing the tray down with a thunk on the desk as he looked around. So many machines made for monitoring the things inside the mansion, outside of the mansion, and in the city in general. She was like a little brain plugged into a complex web of machinery to avoid having to come out into the world. It saddened him to see what she had started to become due to her father.

"Bit cold down here, might consider turning the heat up some too." he said, rubbing his arms with his hands. It didn't exactly help that he didn't bother to put a shirt on first either, just wandered down here in a pair of jeans. He had been distracted lately by trying to take care of her, he forgot stupid things like that, they weren't as important in his mind. "So what's on the agenda for today? Spy on us for a little while and then send us off on some goose chase for a new demon?" he asked, picking up a rubber ball he brought down yesterday.

Throwing it against the wall so that it bounced off the floor and back to his hands he sat down with his back against her desk. Making small talk seemed to be the only way to get her to even say much these days, though perhaps today would be different, he told himself that every day since that moment in the hopsital where he felt her pain. It was even harder still to do this while trying to work through his own rage or figure out why he reacted so violently. He was never an angry person, but when he saw her like that something inside of him lost control, he couldn't help it. It was a test of sorts, of faith, something that they all went through, or so that is how he wrote it off.

"They're starting to worry about you out there."

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

As she focused her cameras a bit more via the keyboard she sensed Logan coming to visit her, "Thanks, Logan." she said softly as she regarded the food then went back to focusing her camera, "Alfred let you sneak down here didn't he?" she said with a sigh as she walked over to a file cabinet and thumbed through till she found the right folder. She was dressed for the batcave as it were in a long dress, boots and cape coat all in shades of burgundy.

Looking back at him she noticed he was shirtless and glanced back down at her desk, uncertain what to feel. It wasn't like she was scared of him, this was Logan after all, it just felt like she didn't feel right in her own body. Every time she got healed by Michael she felt like she was floating away and it made no sense to her. She still had nightmares of course, but she did her best to hide it behind a veil of busieness. The dark circles under her eyes told another story as she glanced at the tray however.

"Today we are tracking down Zombies. Evidently more have been sighted so we've got to send out another team to clear the area. You don't have to go if you don't want to." she drummed her fingers on the desk after plopping down in her chair. "I know they're worried its just...I don't know how to explain it. I'm ashamed but its more than that. I just don't know where I fit in any more. My entire existance changed over night and I'm not sure what to do about it." she exhaled and tapped a pen on the desk as she tried to find the right words.

"So, what's your story? You're a bundle of confusion too. If I have to spill my guts so do you. Fair is fair. You've been on edge and going between worried and angry and you haven't even mentioned Sienna once so whats up with that?" She looked at what was on the tray and reached for some food, knowing he expected her to eat.

[logan]

"Thanks to him I could probably sneak up on everyone here now. I guess he likes me or something." he replied, shrugging his shoulders once more. Throwing the ball at the wall again, he watched it carefully, and had one of those moments again. It was hard to describe, like a moment of clarity, where he felt like he was seeing the world through some sort of crisp high definition vision. His body was stuck somewhere between trying to heal it's self back to what it's soul knew it should be, but was held back by what it was. Distracted by that, the ball came back to nail him in the forehead before rolling away.

"Great, the undead. That is the sort of problem we need in this city. I've seen Dawn of the Dead enough times to know it never ends well, ever. If it comes down to it, I'm tripping you guys, I hope you know. Someone has to survive." he said, grinning. Of course he was joking, everyone who got to know him knew that if it came down to it he would personally be the distract to save everyone else. He had an overly developed sense of justice, a hero complex as someone might call it.

Sighing, he had no idea what to say to her to be honest. He couldn't begin to fathom the entireity of what had happened, but people's lives changed for better or worse several times before they died. She would find a way to get over it eventually, he hoped, because the only other choice was a darker road that he would prefer she never explored. "You don't have to explain anything to them, no one expects you to have an answer. You didn't do anything, we just want you back is all." he said, trying to keep his tone reassuring to her. He didn't want to seem like he meant now, just soon, very soon he hoped.

"Sienna? I guess I just consider myself flushed, you know? Never even really got a chance before she vanished." he said, letting his head rest against the side of the desk as he looked up at the ceiling. "What do you want to know, I might tell you. But in exchange you are going to have to go outside with me, even if it is only for a moment of fresh air on the grounds. Deal?" he asked, laughing softly. Hopefully she chose her questions well, this was probably the only time he was going to play open heart, since he was normally a more private person.

"Choose carefully."

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

"That is rare praise indeed. Alfred rarely likes anyone." she exhaled and looked at him as she sipped from the bowl of soup before her. She watched the ball hit him in the head and smirked, "You're supposed to catch that, you know." she felt the smile fade away and sighed.

"Well I don't know about the rest of you but I got dibs on the twinkies." she quipped making a reference to Zombieland as she looked back at him. "Relax, Clark we all know to keep a phone booth handy for your transformations." she watched him as he sat there and she saw his shoulders sag. "I just...Its just hard, Logan. I mean folks just lost it in that hospital. You, Rodney...Cruise. I just don't know what to do, I mean hell, if you guys loose it how am I supposed to keep it together? I just feel like I've got this big scarlet letter on me that I can't get rid of and even though its nothing more than sitting down to dinner with my friends its just hard." she pinched the bridge of her nose and pushed back the tears. "I feel odd. Like my body isn't mine and its on loan or something. I know its probably my brain trying to cope but...Its just hard, I had this thing happen to me that ruined my life and I just want the world to stop but it keeps going and...its not fair dammit." her voice cracked.

She turned away from him and stared at the wall as she tried to control herself, "The world needs me and I'm a bloody train wreck, dammit. I don't have time to be feeling sorry for myself." she sighed as she felt his sadness for Sienna, "I'm sorry that happened to you. It sucks. You're a great guy. You deserve to be happy."

She put her hands back in her pockets and thought about the question she wanted to ask him, "Why are you hanging around me? I mean I'm a dork. In the definition of nerd there is my picture. You're way cooler than that. I mean hell I have a stepmom whose a vampire who is trying to get me to marry another vampire and the one normal guy I really liked I sent away so he could figure out what was going on and not see me going bat shit insane. One of my other friends went with her brother, who happens to hate me, to San Francisco. I'm not exactly doing the greatest right now, honestly." she looked at him and reaching out a hand for her plate reached for a cracker and bit into it briefly, "You could hang out anywhere, why stay here?"

[Michael]

Michael appeared on site, and as he looked upon the manor, he could literally gaze upon the foundation and sense its living intent, as it was. As he stepped inside, he looked around before seeing a familiar face. Michael smiled at Alfred's presence, and as the butler suddenly looked at Michael, he nearly gasped and knelt before Michael, before the Seraphim slowly helped him back up. “It is good to see you Alfred,” Michael said softly with a smile, “I am here to see Mari, I will show myself the way. Be well my friend.” As Michael walked away, he thought back at when he used to know Alfred in his Heavenly days. Michael was one of the few who tried to reason with the Heavenly Council's decision to send Alfred to Earth, but it was beyond his decision. He looked back at Alfred, and he knew that he was one of the few beings on Earth that could see past Michael's human extension of his true form, and see what was truly in his presence. Michael was ever the friendly angel amongst his brothers and sisters.

Michael found himself sensing Mari's location, but it would have been too much of a walk to take if he were to simply twist and turn the corridors of this living manor, so he suddenly appeared before her, brought to her by the mark on her arm. He stood in silence for a moment, not allowing himself to be known until he was sure that he was not interrupting. However, he then looked at Logan and something caught his eye. Michael looked longer, and he could suddenly tell that Logan was more than just a healer. Yes. Michael knew him.

“Mari, you keep the oddest company,” He finally said aloud, alerting the two of his presence, and walking towards Logan, taking his hand holding it close to his own for the first time.

[logan]

"Everyone likes me, it's a curse." he said, hearing that hint of a smile in her voice when the ball nailed him in the face. There was a smile on his own face now, as if he had been waiting for that for weeks. There was a breath of relief as he exhaled slowly, maybe there was a point to this after all. For the first time he felt like his work was actually getting him somewhere, urging him to continue to try and get her to come out of this dank hole.

Laughing, Logan shook his head at her, he had no complaints about that at all. "Those things are pretty gross and awful for you. You can have all the twinkies you want, if you can find them." he said, shrugging his shoulder. He was an odd one, that was for sure. He wouldn't eat most junk food like chips, snack cakes, but he would never hesitate to inhale an entire pizza by himself as if it was the greatest gift man had ever recieved. The topic flew around the corner however, right into a brick wall as it started to get heavy again, he was prepared for it now though.

"That was initial shock, we've all cooled down since then, somewhat. We're holding it together as best as we can, but with you all of this falls apart. We need you, without you we're just a bunch of strangers who work together, you're the glue that keeps us all here." he said, trying to offer her some sort of encouragement. She was that important to the soul of LA right now, the reason that they chose to fight. There had to be a way to get her to see that she could be more than just some shut in in a basement, she had to know somewhere deep down that what happened wasn't her fault at all.

"Forget the world for a moment, it always manages somehow. You're the one that needs saving right now, from yourself. If that means I have to put on a silly red sheet to that, then I'm game. At least two of us here would gladly step into a hail of bullets for you, Marina, to us you're still the same person you've always been. Kind, loving." he finished, though he figured that most what he was saying bounced off of her right now. Though her question it's self was simple, he found that choosing an answer was incredibly hard. "I.. I guess there is just this gut feeling that I should be here. An instinct that says that you need me more than I need me." he said, laughing softly.

Startled by the sudden presence of Michael, Logan watched as he took a few steps forward, and clapsed his hand. For a brief moment, he was uncertain of this 'Angel', however as he gazed back at Michael, it was like there was some sort of pull inside of him. It was sort of annoying, actually, like that feeling where you are struggling to recall something that you know that you know, but it keeps evading you. "Says the man with six glowing wings," Logan replied, though he was not afraid, he was cautious. "..I don't suppose a door is a new concept to you, is it?" he asked.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

She laughed at that, probably the first time in a week, soft but there as if she was afraid that taking joy in something might take it away. It didn't last though before reality came crashing down and she sipped her soup to keep from talking. Focusing on the dish and on not making a mess. "Nah. Trying to avoid the depression eating." she admitted as she looked at the soup a moment and sipped it, "Junk food is empty calories." she murmured as they spoke of trivial things and the conversation shifted.

"You put too much stock in how much good I do anyone. Cruise gathered most of the group and could run it just fine. Or you could let that little snot Everette run it since he always acts like he's in charge." the last came out bitterly as she shook her head, "If I'm so darned pivitol why didn't the famous Evanses help me deal with my father months ago when I asked Axel for help?" she sighed, "Noo, I am no different than anyone else and not important at all." she hugged herself quietly and moved away from her food.

"I don't doubt you and Cruise would take fire for me. Its not about that." she shook her head as she tried hard not to picture him as superman, "Its just, some things are hard. I doubt myself. I mean who am I to think that I have the answers or that I make a difference? I'm just as confused and messed up as anyone else. Who am I to be telling anyone anything when I couldn't even stop my own father from killing people and attacking me? What makes me any different than the woman he ate two weeks ago or the stack of bodies Trent left behind last week? I could have been any of those women. I mean hell if Trent hadn't decided I was worth talking to I'd have been dead the first night he met me...."

She sighed and leaned back, "I'm no different than anyone else. I'm not better than anyone and in the grand scheme of things we're all equal so why do I run into the healers and the angel? Why not someone else? Why not the Evanses? They're supposed to be this big trinity of goodness and yet Axel got killed like that." she snapped her fingers. "Why am I saved and he's the one that got buried last week? Can you tell me that because I don't understand. And it hurts. It hurts to see people trying to cobble together their lives and knowing that I'm sending you guys out there every day and you might not come back. Who am I to make that call? I'm not God. I mean I almost got a guy I love killed because he was trying to get rid of my father because I couldn't do it myself."

She chuckled and felt hot tears run down her face as she tried to wipe them away, "Maybe you're right. You're certainly more together than I am right now." her voice quivered and she closed her eyes, exhaling softly, "How do you stand it? Seeing the randomness of life? I mean you see in the ER how some shmuck can plow into a car full of kids and walk away unscathed and leave everyone else in body bags. How do you keep sane? I mean I'm not saying his life is less important its just...I don't get how the pieces fit and its almost like my brain gets it but then it falls away again."

She felt Michael arrive and she exhaled, "Hello, Michael. And Logan is right, coming from a seraph that's kind of ironic." she folded her hands in front of herself, "Logan has been my friend and doctor for like forever. The only thing odd about him is that he hangs around me."

[Michael]

Michael's closed grin was somewhat of a warming, welcoming one, as if meeting an old friend again for the first time in a while. “I apologize if I startled you, but this is how angels normally prefer to travel. We often do not find ourselves on Earth all too often, and when we do, we forget how easily humans are startled,” he explained in a mild mannered voice, “however, you remind me of someone that I know from a long time ago.” He then turned to Mari, and knelt down to give her a soft hug, “Likewise for Mari, due to her ability to heal the soul. A rare gift, especially amongst her own kind. I only knew of one Angel that could do such a thing.” Michael stood up and looked towards the ceiling of the area that they were in.

Reginald was now dead, and Samael's ascension to a full blooded demon could now not come to pass. The Natural Order was no longer in danger, least not for now, but there was still the epidemic of zombies that still plagued the area. Many were still spotted within the city, and because of their existence, Michael remained on Earth to prevent the undead hordes from increasing. “I have been given revelation to remain on Earth, to assist with the hordes of these undead,” Michael explained, “now that Samael's threat is no longer an issue, there is still the threat of these hordes of zombies that are plaguing the area.”

Michael knelt down towards Mari, and softly placed his hand over the mark he had left on her shoulder. “Everything is okay Mari. You will regain your confidence and grace soon enough.” He stood and walked towards Logan.

“I did not just simply mean that as a metaphor, Mari,” Michael said, referring towards the fact that she kept interesting company, “I have known Logan before he was the being that he was now, and right now, he is probably feeling an odd sense of Deja Vu after meeting me.” Michael extended his hand again towards Logan, but this time, his hand was glowing with a Holy, white flame, “Take my hand Logan, and you'll see what I mean.”

[logan]

"You can't blame yourself, Rodney made a choice. It was the wrong one, sure, but you can't control free will. You didn't push him, you didn't suggest that he avenged you. Rodney gave in to the darker part of ourself that we are all afraid of." he said, shaking his head. He was aware that it might have seemed a bit rude to carry on this conversation without Michael knowing exactly what they were talking about, but he wasn't going to let her ranting go uncontested. It was this kind of thinking that did you in, that was the last thing he was going to let happent o her.

"We're not all heroes, we're not even all worth being called human. I don't know who these Evans' guys are, but you'r better off without them. You have Cruise and myself. This won't ever happen again." he said firmly, planting his feet as if nothing could ever move him now that he had made up his mind about his path. "Happens a lot down here, I guess. Maybe I'm just that sort of guy, everyone feels familiar with." he said, shrugging his shoulders at Michael.

Rounding on Michael now, he looked directly into his eyes. "That brings me to my next question, couldn't you just do some sort of holy fire cleansing nonsense and end this outbreak?" he asked, raising his brow. What good were these angels if they couldn't do anything to help end this battle quickly. People were dying out there and he could do nothing to help them. Having confirmed his fears yesterday, he could not help those that were raised as zombies, he couldn't fix the plight.

Slowly extending a hand towards Michael, Logan stopped part way there, hesitating for a second. "What is this? What am I going to see?" he asked, wondering if he would be able to handle what was on the other end of that glowing olive branch. Michael was offering answers, however Logan was afraid to walk through the door, step into the light, whatever metaphor you wished to apply. Taking a deep breath, he would grasp Michael's hand, and it would feel like he was being dragged along behind a great force.

Incoherant visions, that is what he would see, visions of a man with a glorious aura and beautiful wings. 'You musn't go to them, he will be angry, you musn't disobey him' came a stern voice, though it seemed like his mind was made up. When the being spoke it was calm, deep, and beautiful to hear. It felt like Logan's current body was going to be torn in half as he listened, listened to the man who had lost all faith. 'If I can't save them all then what is the point of any of this? Why do we sit here, afraid to act without consultation? Why does he decide when I can help?!' he shouted.

There was a bright flash, screams that sounded like wailing souls, and the feeling of falling from an incredible height. When it ended, there was darkness, warmth, and then an odd light. After that, Logan would end up on the floor, as if what he had seen was so overwhelming that his legs had buckled out from underneath him.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

“Rodney made his own choices but it doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could have stopped him. I saw this coming and it seems like the more I told him not to do it the more resolved he was to do it. I just…feel so helpless, Logan. I mean I know you’re right but I wish I could do more.” She exhaled then looked up at the dark haired doctor with a soft maudlin smile, “Well that may be so but Everette is an Evans and he might make up for his brothers mistakes you never know.” She shrugged gently. “I’m glad to have you and Cruise on my side and I hope I don’t get in a situation where you need to rescue me from that.” She exhaled and looked over at Michael.

She tilted her head gently to look up at him as she hugged the arch angel back, Michael’s wording was odd. It was as if he was speaking of things and yet trying not to simultaneously, she had too much she was juggling as it was to let yet another mystery stand, “Are you saying I’m an angel?” she asked simply as she stood there quietly between the two males. Her brow furrowed with worry as she bit her lip, he was evading the question and looking elsewhere a sign that something was missing from his words. “I don’t even know how to use this gift without having a TIA hit my brain. Believe me, any assistance you can give would be greatly appreciated. I mean it wasn’t till I saw you that I realized my butler was an angel.” She exhaled slowly and watched as Michael and Logan spoke, her sadness shoved to the side for the moment.

“Well it’s nice to know we have someone on our side. I was beginning to wonder what we were supposed to do, given that zombies are pretty hard to vanquish.” She looked over at Logan and wondered how he was taking all of this. He tended to be the original doubting Thomas. But here he was, face to face with an angel who had a lot of the answers. What would he do? “I’m not convinced that Samael isn’t a threat. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“Grace? Are you sure you’re not talking to someone else? Last time I checked I was probably the least graceful person I know as well as the least confident. Why does no one get that it’s all bluster?” she muttered and looked away, “It never was real. It was always fake, so I didn’t get turned into dinner by my father’s associates.” Truth to tell that was half her problem now. Her mask had been shattered; First by Samael, and then by her father. What was the point in having it anymore? It would just get her in trouble.

She looked down at her feet as Michael offered Logan his hand, clearly there was something going on. “I should probably head upstairs. I’ll let you two talk…” she didn’t want to be too nosey and this looked like it was private. She just wanted a hot shower and soak so she could cry in peace. She felt like a snail out of its shell and she was almost more scared than before Logan arrived. Whenever Michael was here she felt as if she was stripped down to the core of what she was. The problem was that she didn’t know what that core was, and she was afraid to find out. Afraid to know if she’d be fleeing demons her entire life or if she was immortal at all.

Then she picked up on Logan’s confusion and did her best to make sure he didn’t crack his skull on the floor of the cave system, “Logan!” she knelt down gently and put his head in her lap as she lifted his wrist to check for a pulse, “Michael, what happened?” she asked as she began counting to see if his pulse was erratic. “Logan, can you hear me?” she asked worriedly.

[Michael]

“I can only do what I am commanded to do,” Michael explained simply, “as much as I want to cleanse this world of all wickedness, I cannot. I see pain everywhere in the world. Wars, famine, pestilence and death. The Horsemen have been riding across this planet for a lot longer than most of you are ready to believe, and I can only watch as most of it goes on, because it is all that I can do. I love this world, and its people far more than you believe possible, but I cannot just simply fix everything. It is not how things work. It is up to the people of this world to choose to make it better for themselves. It is not because God, and in a sense, myself, are unwilling to fix it, but it is because the people of this Earth are unwilling to do it first and foremost. Be fortunate that I can help as much as I can. I am already stepping on the boundaries of tampering with Fate as it is, and to tamper with that will unleash chaos on the world.” It was not easy to keep balance in the universe. There was already crisis’s on the hands of the angels, that Michael himself was already trying to keep in check. Through the power of God, he was able to be nigh-omnipotent, but only if it did not interfere with events that corresponded with God's will, or more commonly known as the natural order.

“I know what you are feeling, Logan, and it is something that I empathize with you greatly over,” Michael continued, “but I cannot disobey God's will. It is the thread that holds the very fabric of existence together.”

Michael turned to Mari and smiled softly, “I am saying that at one point in time, both of you were Angels. Loyal friends of mine, and subordinates, directly under my command. All three of us drove back the forces of Lucifer, during the first rebellion, and when I plunged Lucifer into the Pit of Perdition, we mourned our fallen brothers, but rejoiced later in the Light of God.”

When Logan asked what he would see, Michael looked at him and simply said, “The truth.” As Logan took his hand, all of his memories began to pour back into his mind. While he did not wish to do so, both Logan and Mari were going to be needed at their fullest potential in time against the zombie hordes. As Logan fell to the ground, Mari rushed towards him, and as she went to check on him, Michael placed a hand on her shoulder. “He will be fine...and so will you...” he said, as his light covered her whole body, as her memories of her angelic life began to pour back into her as well.

[logan]

Groaning as he heard his name, Logan pushed himself up into a sitting position. The feeling of exhaustion lingered, as if he had lived all of that again in a mere moment, the memories vivid in his mind, at least the ones he could truly comprehend. There were too many questions to ask but no time to do so, he wanted to do the only logical thing a mortal could do when faced with this; run. However the idea of bolting was halted by the overwhelmingly human sense of curiousity, if he was this man, this faithless angel then why was he even here? Did this really explain who he was, why he was the way he was, and how he managed to be this?

Standing up he took several steps back, afraid to touch Michael again for fear that he might see more, or explode into a billion pieces. "What in the hell was all of that? The parts I could comprehend were so scattered, but was that really how it all started?" he asked, raising a brow. He couldn't truly believe it, and if it was true then he wasn't much different as a mortal. He was still filled with doubt, still faithless, and only believed in his own ability to ease the suffering of the people around him. He thought only of the humans, their plight, and not about the greater good, the fact that people needed to die sometimes.

"If I was so loyal, then why am I like this now?" he asked, seeming confused, somewhat angry at this new revelation. "What was that feeling at the end? It felt like the most intense vertigo I have ever experianced, and the wailing.. like lost souls trying to move on to the afterlife but they couldn't.." he said, seeming overwhelmed by everything. He could hear their voices, their pleas in his head, that was the part he remembered, the part he chose to focus on. By doing so he remembered that he once walked there, in the place where those who were stuck lingered between life and afterlife.

"We have no idea how to fix it. You left us with doubt, a lot of doubt. Err, well them, I guess. I don't know right now." he said, not sure who he should relate himself to now.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari felt the touch on her arm and went limp like a rag doll, falling next to Logan as her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. Her body twitched as it tried to comprehend the glory of heaven with the human mind and failed. There was a feeling of peace and comfort that defied description. Of acceptance and love.

There were voices, ones that seemed familiar but far away, "Hope must exist on the world of man. They need to know there is something besides the earthly existence." She felt her acceptence even before she felt the loneliness that came from being on earth separate from the Heavenly host.

Images flashed through her mind. Stopping a man named Jacob from sacrificing his son Isaac because heaven had seen his heart and faith was pure....

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Standing by people as they looked at invincible odds and fought the good fight anyway. So many she could barely comprehend it but knew she would never forget them no matter how long had passed. Standing against the minions of Lucifer as he took advantage during the Great plague. One of the few times when He (or was it Logan?) was with her stemming the annialation of man and the spread of the contagine. Most people thought that people just died when it hit villiages. What they didn't know was it was a curse that caused the dead to rise and taint others as demons reaped the rewards that were left behind.

And then the plague was defeated and He (Logan) had to return. It was the way of things. He was upset and wanted to stay having gotten a taste of helping humanity but he was recalled back and she saw him leave with tears in his eyes.

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Helping mankind through still more changes in history. Even risking death to save a few witches of Salem to keep the family lines from being wiped out forever and changing the balance. She could see the witch hunters coming for her. More hosts of hell disguised as human and humans that were so unyielding they served Lucifer rather than God and could not tell the difference. She felt arms pull her up and away as He came down from heaven and brought her with him. Risking displeasure by interfering because he couldn't sit by and watch what they might do to her.

He was forgiven because he had not fought back but there was a tacit warning. Do Not interfere in her work. Everyone has their place and He should accept it. He hated it. Railing and angry as she hugged him and tried to sooth him. Calming him for a few centuries because she was able to spend time with him and help him.

Only to have him feel the separation more keenly when she had to leave once more. This time he fought. Fought to keep her with him and she watched with tears as he fell to earth stripped and made mortal to make the climb again. There was one caveat however, he would not be alone. The grand plan needed her near him where they could both learn. It would be a hard life, one of trials and doubts but she would learn as he would.

Then there was darkness followed by light as she wailed. Her body was so tiny and she was hungry and cold!! Voices came soothing and soft in a blurr and she felt herself poked and prodded and then stuck somewhere warm and comforting. Her tiny hand grasping a feminine finger as she turned her newborn gaze to the one she would call "Mother" when she was big enough. And there was peace.

"Welcome back to humanity little one."


Coming back to herself with a gasp it felt very similar to what she witnessed as she heard voices and it took her a moment to process the words, "Logan?" she got out weakly as she tried to figure out up from down. The ground was hard and her butt was going numb. Welcome to reality.