First Meeting
Title: First Meeting
Rating: PG
Length: Ficlet (809 words)
Pairings: Michael/Lucifer
Era: Season 05
Warnings: (Mostly) Unedited
Summary: 'You felt it the moment he broke free.'
Note: Written for the "If I Ran TVLand" on cw_land; prompt - 'Write a scene that you wish had appeared in one of the shows in our masterlist' (CW/WB/UPN).
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You felt it the moment he broke free.
You felt it the moment the door opened, the moment the locks were finally released--that final one, that final Seal, finally broken--and you felt it when the one you had locked away so very long ago was finally out again. Finally back where he had not been in thousands of years...
You felt him...
And you knew he felt you.
You watched from up in Heaven as he searched through the world for that special someone, that particular individual who would hold him and keep him and maintain his glorious essence--a Grace so powerful and bright that even millennia trapped in the cold depths of the Pit had little effect on it.
Well, alright, maybe it did. Maybe there were marks and scars upon his Grace, and they were clear. You could see them and you could sense them--but you knew he would want to keep them hidden. Would never want to acknowledge that they were there.
You would do that for him. You could allow him that moment of pride, after all this time.
You had always known everything about him, and now was no different. You knew the very moment he took a vessel, the very moment the human called Nick said Yes and he filled every inch of the body with his essence, his power--stretching it out and making it his own.
A part of you was saying, 'Wait.' A part of you was telling you that it wasn't time. That you should not go to see him yet. That things were meant to happen in a set order, and you should not interfere with it...
But it had been so long, and when you hear him call your name, you did not hesitate.
You did not have a desire to.
"Hello, Lucifer."
You arrived in the park, a short distance away from him. You could have arrived just as you were, your true form in no danger of harming any humans--for there weren't any prying eyes or ears anywhere around. But you wouldn't. You do him the... service? Of meeting him on equal footing, at least. And the Winchesters' father, that John, had always fit you so well; you were quite of him.
He turned to you, and you could not read the expression on his face. Was it one of surprise? Hatred? Longing? A part of you hated that you doubted what it was--you had always been able to tell the way he looked at you; there had never been any secrets, any doubt, between the both of you before.
Not until...
"Michael," he said, staring right at you, the bright blue eyes of his vessel shining in the night's darkness. "I'm surprised you came now, brother." He smirked. "I didn't expect to see you until the end. Isn't this against His rules?"
You shook your head. You would not allow him to go there, would not allow him to bring Father, of all beings, into this. "Is it really so shocking that I would come to see you after all this time? No matter what had happened between us, what still must happen, we are--"
He frowned. "No. We're not. Or we can't be. Isn't that what you said, Michael, before you threw me out? Before you cast me down and locked me away? That it was over and that we could never--never--have the Beginning again?" He sighed as he slowly started to approach you. "So why did you come, big brother, if nothing has really changed?" he said quietly.
You did not answer right away. It was a question that even you doubted--and you knew, then, that there was a problem. You should not have doubt; you should be sure in your purpose. "You are my brother, Lucifer," you said, meeting his gaze sadly. "You're my brother, and I love you. More than anything. And I missed you, whether you wish to believe those words or not.
"But yes, what I said before still holds. Things cannot happen like in the Beginning. You must do what destiny has called you to do, just as I must follow Father's orders for my own path, little brother." You force a smile as you place your hands gently on his shoulders, actually touching him for the first time in so long.
A part of you wished for more--actually longs for that embrace and feeling of connection that always came when his Grace wrapped around yours, when your wings fell over the two of you and helped keep up the illusion that all of creation existed for only you and him. That nothing else mattered...
But you know that was not meant to be. It never can. Not anymore.
"I'm sorry, little brother," you whispered. "I really am."
And you let him go. Again.
And you disappear.
~*~
Fini!
~Megan
Rating: PG
Length: Ficlet (809 words)
Pairings: Michael/Lucifer
Era: Season 05
Warnings: (Mostly) Unedited
Summary: 'You felt it the moment he broke free.'
Note: Written for the "If I Ran TVLand" on cw_land; prompt - 'Write a scene that you wish had appeared in one of the shows in our masterlist' (CW/WB/UPN).
~*~
You felt it the moment he broke free.
You felt it the moment the door opened, the moment the locks were finally released--that final one, that final Seal, finally broken--and you felt it when the one you had locked away so very long ago was finally out again. Finally back where he had not been in thousands of years...
You felt him...
And you knew he felt you.
You watched from up in Heaven as he searched through the world for that special someone, that particular individual who would hold him and keep him and maintain his glorious essence--a Grace so powerful and bright that even millennia trapped in the cold depths of the Pit had little effect on it.
Well, alright, maybe it did. Maybe there were marks and scars upon his Grace, and they were clear. You could see them and you could sense them--but you knew he would want to keep them hidden. Would never want to acknowledge that they were there.
You would do that for him. You could allow him that moment of pride, after all this time.
You had always known everything about him, and now was no different. You knew the very moment he took a vessel, the very moment the human called Nick said Yes and he filled every inch of the body with his essence, his power--stretching it out and making it his own.
A part of you was saying, 'Wait.' A part of you was telling you that it wasn't time. That you should not go to see him yet. That things were meant to happen in a set order, and you should not interfere with it...
But it had been so long, and when you hear him call your name, you did not hesitate.
You did not have a desire to.
"Hello, Lucifer."
You arrived in the park, a short distance away from him. You could have arrived just as you were, your true form in no danger of harming any humans--for there weren't any prying eyes or ears anywhere around. But you wouldn't. You do him the... service? Of meeting him on equal footing, at least. And the Winchesters' father, that John, had always fit you so well; you were quite of him.
He turned to you, and you could not read the expression on his face. Was it one of surprise? Hatred? Longing? A part of you hated that you doubted what it was--you had always been able to tell the way he looked at you; there had never been any secrets, any doubt, between the both of you before.
Not until...
"Michael," he said, staring right at you, the bright blue eyes of his vessel shining in the night's darkness. "I'm surprised you came now, brother." He smirked. "I didn't expect to see you until the end. Isn't this against His rules?"
You shook your head. You would not allow him to go there, would not allow him to bring Father, of all beings, into this. "Is it really so shocking that I would come to see you after all this time? No matter what had happened between us, what still must happen, we are--"
He frowned. "No. We're not. Or we can't be. Isn't that what you said, Michael, before you threw me out? Before you cast me down and locked me away? That it was over and that we could never--never--have the Beginning again?" He sighed as he slowly started to approach you. "So why did you come, big brother, if nothing has really changed?" he said quietly.
You did not answer right away. It was a question that even you doubted--and you knew, then, that there was a problem. You should not have doubt; you should be sure in your purpose. "You are my brother, Lucifer," you said, meeting his gaze sadly. "You're my brother, and I love you. More than anything. And I missed you, whether you wish to believe those words or not.
"But yes, what I said before still holds. Things cannot happen like in the Beginning. You must do what destiny has called you to do, just as I must follow Father's orders for my own path, little brother." You force a smile as you place your hands gently on his shoulders, actually touching him for the first time in so long.
A part of you wished for more--actually longs for that embrace and feeling of connection that always came when his Grace wrapped around yours, when your wings fell over the two of you and helped keep up the illusion that all of creation existed for only you and him. That nothing else mattered...
But you know that was not meant to be. It never can. Not anymore.
"I'm sorry, little brother," you whispered. "I really am."
And you let him go. Again.
And you disappear.
~*~
Fini!
~Megan