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She supposes she should have known that the Restoration of her Grace was going to do a number on her human body. After all, angels don't have human bodies. That's why they have to borrow them from humans.
Which is problematic.
Because it's not like she can go to the person most suited to be her vessel -- a thirty-something librarian in South Carolina who got married a year ago and is six months pregnant and bakes award-winning lemon meringue pies and sings in her church choir -- and ask, "Hey, wanna go on the run from Heaven with me? It'll almost surely eventually get us both killed. Sounds like fun, right?"
Even the most devout of vessels is probably going to decline that particular request.
And Anna isn't all that interested in dealing with pregnancy.
But she also isn't all that interested in being stuck in her angelic form for however long she's got. (And that clock is ticking; she's still got a death sentence, after all. Then again, she doubts very much that she is Heaven's top priority at the moment; they have an Apocalypse on their hands.)
Which means it's time to call in a very old favor.
All she has to do is find him.
Of course, that's its own set of problems, because they're both of them trying to fly under the Celestial radar right now. She can't just broadcast on all frequencies -- she's got good reason to believe he'd hear her, but so would all their other siblings. Neither of them wants that. But she's fairly certain he'll have heard all about recent events. Which means all she needs is the tiniest of blips, because her brother is not a fool. And sympathy and old favors aside, he certainly won't want her to do that again. They don't exactly need attention drawn to themselves, or each other.
Then it's just a question of waiting.
He'll find her.
Which is problematic.
Because it's not like she can go to the person most suited to be her vessel -- a thirty-something librarian in South Carolina who got married a year ago and is six months pregnant and bakes award-winning lemon meringue pies and sings in her church choir -- and ask, "Hey, wanna go on the run from Heaven with me? It'll almost surely eventually get us both killed. Sounds like fun, right?"
Even the most devout of vessels is probably going to decline that particular request.
And Anna isn't all that interested in dealing with pregnancy.
But she also isn't all that interested in being stuck in her angelic form for however long she's got. (And that clock is ticking; she's still got a death sentence, after all. Then again, she doubts very much that she is Heaven's top priority at the moment; they have an Apocalypse on their hands.)
Which means it's time to call in a very old favor.
All she has to do is find him.
Of course, that's its own set of problems, because they're both of them trying to fly under the Celestial radar right now. She can't just broadcast on all frequencies -- she's got good reason to believe he'd hear her, but so would all their other siblings. Neither of them wants that. But she's fairly certain he'll have heard all about recent events. Which means all she needs is the tiniest of blips, because her brother is not a fool. And sympathy and old favors aside, he certainly won't want her to do that again. They don't exactly need attention drawn to themselves, or each other.
Then it's just a question of waiting.
He'll find her.