The Guardian (AU, M/L, TEEN) COMPLETE 29/8/11
Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 5:51 pm
TITLE: The Guardian
AUTHOR: Oz
RATING: Teen
CATEGORY: M/L, AU (without aliens)
DISCLAIMER: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.
SUMMARY: Max has gone off the rails while trying to cope with the guilt of causing a terrible accident. He has been allocated a guardian angel to protect him, who, in the process discovers more about herself than she could have imagined.
A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting another fix given my track record of not posting updates frequently, but I can't imagine life without having a fic on the go! I'd miss you guys too much! So please be patient with me, and pray that this growing bubs means more chances to sit down in front of the computer writing!
Chapter 1
I was beginning to think I had made the wrong choice. Either that, or someone up there was screwing with me and enjoying a good old laugh at my expense. I had a sneaking suspicion it was the latter.
On arriving at the gates of heaven, and being presented with the choice of (a) eternal life enveloped in unimaginable joy, pure love and serenity, or (b) postponing that existence for a little while so as to help those souls still on the earthly plane, I hadn’t realised at the time that the second option was another way of describing hell. It really had to have been a choice between heaven and hell, because honestly, this situation could only be described as and endless abyss of suffering. My own private hell. An eternity of torment.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t going to be stuck here for an eternity, but if it was to do my job properly and keep this guy alive, then I was going to be here with him for a very, very long time.
And from what I could see – I had my work cut out for me.
Maybe I should start with some introductions. My name is Sera, and this was my first assignment as a guardian angel – to protect some guy named Max, who, at this moment, was trying to drink his weight in alcohol at some sleazy bar which obviously had a very lax stance about letting minors in. This guy couldn’t be more than seventeen - my age, that is, the age I was when I died. Or at least that’s what they tell me.
And that’s all they have told me. I have no idea who I was when I was alive. Was Sera even my name then? Where did I live? Did I have any friends? How did I die? When you make the choice to come back, it seems you are also making the choice to forget everything you ever were.
I guess when they send you back to watch over someone, they don’t want you distracted by unfinished business or checking on family and friends. The person you are assigned to guard is your one and only priority. Their life matters more than anything else. And right now, my ward was taking yet one more floozy back to his car for a quickie in the back seat.
Could my life, and by which I mean my incorporeal life, get any worse?
There were starving children in Africa, children being sold as child prostitutes or into slavery, and I was stuck protecting a guy who clearly didn’t care about his soul. He definitely didn’t care about the woman he was about to use and throw away like every other woman he has been with this week. One for each day. Actually, no, it was more than that, there were two on Saturday. And who could forget the twins at the toga party on Friday night?
I wish I could.
I may not remember who I was when I was alive, but I’m defiantly sure that I wasn’t promiscuous. I probably didn’t even drink, or do drugs, or even curse for that matter (I did almost get into heaven after all). But these were all things that this guy did on a daily basis.
For the life of me, again, sorry, you know what I mean, I can’t understand who up there in heaven cared so much about this guy that he got a guardian angel assigned to him? I mean, seriously? At this point I really can’t see that anyone here on earth would miss him if he were gone.
I guess it would be a good time for me to explain how this whole guardian angel thing works. From what I understand, souls that have passed over can partition to the Council in charge of the guardians, to have an angel assigned to a particular person back on Earth. If the Council deems the human worthy enough, he’ll grant the partition. If not, then bad luck, he or she has to fend for themselves like the rest of them.
I would seriously like to know what kind of strings were pulled to have an angel assigned to Max? And what I also would love to know, is why in the world did his life have to be entrusted to me?
Max it seemed had finished his business in record time, and was now on the move again. Kicking the woman to the curb before she could even retrieve her panties, he’s already headed in the direction of the bar across the road. I didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what the rest of the night entailed. More booze, another woman, and passing out on his front porch … again. A typical Tuesday night.
“Watch it!” A woman exclaimed, as Max stumbled and tripped, accidentally bumping into her. I knew it wasn’t completely an accident.
“So sorrrrry.” Max slurred in apology, attempting to cop a feel as he righted himself.
“Get off me!” She cried, stepping away from Max and turning her back as he stepped off the kerb and into the path of an oncoming car.
My guardian training had me well prepared for this, and within milliseconds, I was directing the driver’s hands on the wheel to veer right, while simultaneously causing Max’s feet to stumble backwards towards the safety of the footpath. I didn’t stop him from tripping and landing on his backside in the gutter, but I figured that saving him from embarrassing himself wasn’t part of the job. I saved his life – that didn’t mean I had to stop him from humiliating himself too.
The shock of the almost-accident was enough to snap something in Max’s brain and force him to rethink his visit to the bar across the street. Instead, he walked back to the car and rested against the bonnet. I thought he was going to hurl, but instead, he slumped to the ground and put his head in his hands. If I wasn’t mistaken, and I wasn’t, he was crying.
I knew what he was crying about too. It was one of the perks of being a guardian angel. I could read minds. Pretty much, anyone’s, anywhere, anytime. I just usually shut it out and only listened in when it would help me with my duties.
Right now, it didn’t help me, but I was curious, so I had a peek at his thoughts.
A drunken haze…
A seemingly empty street …
The sudden approach of headlights to his right …
The car swerved just in time to avoid hitting him, but the car wasn’t so lucky. It was impaled around a street light…
Ambulances … coroners bag … stretchers …
It seemed the occupants of the car weren’t too lucky either. One casualty, one seriously injured, one in shock.
I felt a sudden twinge of guilt for giving Max such a hard time. Yes he was an ass. Yes he was an idiot for the drinking, the drugs and the women. But he had a lot of guilt that he was dealing with. Who knows what kind of person I would be if I had been responsible for someone’s death.
The girls that Max had bumped into by the side of the road were still staring at him and snickering, so I decided to cut this guy a break. I nudged his mind to tell him to get up and get into the car and drive home. Not something that I would necessarily recommend for a person in his drunken state, but not everyone had a guardian angel to make sure that they made it home safe.
We took the back streets, avoiding the police breath testing stations and any more traffic, and arrived at Max’s driveway safe and sound. He managed to pull himself out of the car, and with a little help from me, put his key in the lock and get inside. The stairs were a little more awkward, but after some persistence, we were both in Max’s bedroom. He collapsed on the bed immediately, and I took my usual spot by the window.
I don’t know why I always chose that spot. I guess it was so that I had a good view of the room, and the doorway, but it was also so I could look up at the stars. Despite the smog that perpetually covered the city sky, you could still make out a few. Tonight was even better, as the moon was full. I guess that might explain why Max was in such fine form tonight – full moons always brought the freaks out.
I could hear snoring coming from the bed, so I finally allowed myself to tune out and cleared my mind. It was time to check in with my team leader.
“How’s it going down there Sera?” My team leader’s voice resonated in my head. I could hear him try and suppress a snigger.
“Jake, remind me to kill you for giving me this assignment the next time I see you…” I replied in a huff. “Did I piss you off or something?”
“Maybe I thought you would enjoy the challenge?” Jake replied.
“Or maybe you just wanted to torment me?” I suggested. “This guy is a jerk.”
“Oh come on, he can’t be that bad.” Jake sniggered again.
“I’m in hell.” I replied matter-of-factly. “When can I get out of here?”
“When you fail.” Jake replied, now serious. “And no guardian has ever failed before, so don’t try to be the first just so you can get a new assignment.”
“There must be some other way.” I replied. “Can’t I get replaced?”
“Only if you were to be found guilty of gross misconduct. Again, no guardian ever has before…”
“Okay, so what you are telling me is that I’m stuck here until this guy dies of natural causes?” I knew that was to be the case, but I was desperate for a loophole.
“Pretty much, yeah.” Jake replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Great. Just great.” I huffed again.
“Maybe you’ll learn to like the guy?” Jake suggested.
“And pigs might fly.” I scoffed.
“I love these little talks of ours. They are always so uplifting.” Jake laughed.
“For you maybe, I just come away feeling more depressed than ever.” I complained. “What did I do in my past life to deserve this?”
“Nothing. You were perfect.” Jake assured me.
That was a relief. Until it dawned on me…
“Wait, you knew who I used to be?”
“I have to go, I’ve got others checking in, I’ll talk to you later Sera…” Jake signed off and I felt the connection disappear before I could stop him.
Jake knew who I used to be. He knew my name, where I lived, how I died…
… and he thought I was perfect.
It’s a good thing guardian angels didn’t need sleep, because this conversation was going to be replayed in my head all night.
AUTHOR: Oz
RATING: Teen
CATEGORY: M/L, AU (without aliens)
DISCLAIMER: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.
SUMMARY: Max has gone off the rails while trying to cope with the guilt of causing a terrible accident. He has been allocated a guardian angel to protect him, who, in the process discovers more about herself than she could have imagined.
A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting another fix given my track record of not posting updates frequently, but I can't imagine life without having a fic on the go! I'd miss you guys too much! So please be patient with me, and pray that this growing bubs means more chances to sit down in front of the computer writing!
Chapter 1
I was beginning to think I had made the wrong choice. Either that, or someone up there was screwing with me and enjoying a good old laugh at my expense. I had a sneaking suspicion it was the latter.
On arriving at the gates of heaven, and being presented with the choice of (a) eternal life enveloped in unimaginable joy, pure love and serenity, or (b) postponing that existence for a little while so as to help those souls still on the earthly plane, I hadn’t realised at the time that the second option was another way of describing hell. It really had to have been a choice between heaven and hell, because honestly, this situation could only be described as and endless abyss of suffering. My own private hell. An eternity of torment.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t going to be stuck here for an eternity, but if it was to do my job properly and keep this guy alive, then I was going to be here with him for a very, very long time.
And from what I could see – I had my work cut out for me.
Maybe I should start with some introductions. My name is Sera, and this was my first assignment as a guardian angel – to protect some guy named Max, who, at this moment, was trying to drink his weight in alcohol at some sleazy bar which obviously had a very lax stance about letting minors in. This guy couldn’t be more than seventeen - my age, that is, the age I was when I died. Or at least that’s what they tell me.
And that’s all they have told me. I have no idea who I was when I was alive. Was Sera even my name then? Where did I live? Did I have any friends? How did I die? When you make the choice to come back, it seems you are also making the choice to forget everything you ever were.
I guess when they send you back to watch over someone, they don’t want you distracted by unfinished business or checking on family and friends. The person you are assigned to guard is your one and only priority. Their life matters more than anything else. And right now, my ward was taking yet one more floozy back to his car for a quickie in the back seat.
Could my life, and by which I mean my incorporeal life, get any worse?
There were starving children in Africa, children being sold as child prostitutes or into slavery, and I was stuck protecting a guy who clearly didn’t care about his soul. He definitely didn’t care about the woman he was about to use and throw away like every other woman he has been with this week. One for each day. Actually, no, it was more than that, there were two on Saturday. And who could forget the twins at the toga party on Friday night?
I wish I could.
I may not remember who I was when I was alive, but I’m defiantly sure that I wasn’t promiscuous. I probably didn’t even drink, or do drugs, or even curse for that matter (I did almost get into heaven after all). But these were all things that this guy did on a daily basis.
For the life of me, again, sorry, you know what I mean, I can’t understand who up there in heaven cared so much about this guy that he got a guardian angel assigned to him? I mean, seriously? At this point I really can’t see that anyone here on earth would miss him if he were gone.
I guess it would be a good time for me to explain how this whole guardian angel thing works. From what I understand, souls that have passed over can partition to the Council in charge of the guardians, to have an angel assigned to a particular person back on Earth. If the Council deems the human worthy enough, he’ll grant the partition. If not, then bad luck, he or she has to fend for themselves like the rest of them.
I would seriously like to know what kind of strings were pulled to have an angel assigned to Max? And what I also would love to know, is why in the world did his life have to be entrusted to me?
Max it seemed had finished his business in record time, and was now on the move again. Kicking the woman to the curb before she could even retrieve her panties, he’s already headed in the direction of the bar across the road. I didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what the rest of the night entailed. More booze, another woman, and passing out on his front porch … again. A typical Tuesday night.
“Watch it!” A woman exclaimed, as Max stumbled and tripped, accidentally bumping into her. I knew it wasn’t completely an accident.
“So sorrrrry.” Max slurred in apology, attempting to cop a feel as he righted himself.
“Get off me!” She cried, stepping away from Max and turning her back as he stepped off the kerb and into the path of an oncoming car.
My guardian training had me well prepared for this, and within milliseconds, I was directing the driver’s hands on the wheel to veer right, while simultaneously causing Max’s feet to stumble backwards towards the safety of the footpath. I didn’t stop him from tripping and landing on his backside in the gutter, but I figured that saving him from embarrassing himself wasn’t part of the job. I saved his life – that didn’t mean I had to stop him from humiliating himself too.
The shock of the almost-accident was enough to snap something in Max’s brain and force him to rethink his visit to the bar across the street. Instead, he walked back to the car and rested against the bonnet. I thought he was going to hurl, but instead, he slumped to the ground and put his head in his hands. If I wasn’t mistaken, and I wasn’t, he was crying.
I knew what he was crying about too. It was one of the perks of being a guardian angel. I could read minds. Pretty much, anyone’s, anywhere, anytime. I just usually shut it out and only listened in when it would help me with my duties.
Right now, it didn’t help me, but I was curious, so I had a peek at his thoughts.
A drunken haze…
A seemingly empty street …
The sudden approach of headlights to his right …
The car swerved just in time to avoid hitting him, but the car wasn’t so lucky. It was impaled around a street light…
Ambulances … coroners bag … stretchers …
It seemed the occupants of the car weren’t too lucky either. One casualty, one seriously injured, one in shock.
I felt a sudden twinge of guilt for giving Max such a hard time. Yes he was an ass. Yes he was an idiot for the drinking, the drugs and the women. But he had a lot of guilt that he was dealing with. Who knows what kind of person I would be if I had been responsible for someone’s death.
The girls that Max had bumped into by the side of the road were still staring at him and snickering, so I decided to cut this guy a break. I nudged his mind to tell him to get up and get into the car and drive home. Not something that I would necessarily recommend for a person in his drunken state, but not everyone had a guardian angel to make sure that they made it home safe.
We took the back streets, avoiding the police breath testing stations and any more traffic, and arrived at Max’s driveway safe and sound. He managed to pull himself out of the car, and with a little help from me, put his key in the lock and get inside. The stairs were a little more awkward, but after some persistence, we were both in Max’s bedroom. He collapsed on the bed immediately, and I took my usual spot by the window.
I don’t know why I always chose that spot. I guess it was so that I had a good view of the room, and the doorway, but it was also so I could look up at the stars. Despite the smog that perpetually covered the city sky, you could still make out a few. Tonight was even better, as the moon was full. I guess that might explain why Max was in such fine form tonight – full moons always brought the freaks out.
I could hear snoring coming from the bed, so I finally allowed myself to tune out and cleared my mind. It was time to check in with my team leader.
“How’s it going down there Sera?” My team leader’s voice resonated in my head. I could hear him try and suppress a snigger.
“Jake, remind me to kill you for giving me this assignment the next time I see you…” I replied in a huff. “Did I piss you off or something?”
“Maybe I thought you would enjoy the challenge?” Jake replied.
“Or maybe you just wanted to torment me?” I suggested. “This guy is a jerk.”
“Oh come on, he can’t be that bad.” Jake sniggered again.
“I’m in hell.” I replied matter-of-factly. “When can I get out of here?”
“When you fail.” Jake replied, now serious. “And no guardian has ever failed before, so don’t try to be the first just so you can get a new assignment.”
“There must be some other way.” I replied. “Can’t I get replaced?”
“Only if you were to be found guilty of gross misconduct. Again, no guardian ever has before…”
“Okay, so what you are telling me is that I’m stuck here until this guy dies of natural causes?” I knew that was to be the case, but I was desperate for a loophole.
“Pretty much, yeah.” Jake replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Great. Just great.” I huffed again.
“Maybe you’ll learn to like the guy?” Jake suggested.
“And pigs might fly.” I scoffed.
“I love these little talks of ours. They are always so uplifting.” Jake laughed.
“For you maybe, I just come away feeling more depressed than ever.” I complained. “What did I do in my past life to deserve this?”
“Nothing. You were perfect.” Jake assured me.
That was a relief. Until it dawned on me…
“Wait, you knew who I used to be?”
“I have to go, I’ve got others checking in, I’ll talk to you later Sera…” Jake signed off and I felt the connection disappear before I could stop him.
Jake knew who I used to be. He knew my name, where I lived, how I died…
… and he thought I was perfect.
It’s a good thing guardian angels didn’t need sleep, because this conversation was going to be replayed in my head all night.