The Archangel and the Special Agent
Human locks meant very little to a being of grace. Thus it was Michael sat in a dim corner of Kensi'd bedroom, watching her as she slept. Far from a voyeur, Heaven's Prince simply had no desire to wake her until it was absolutely necessary. Dawn had already broken over the eastern horizon, but there was still time. Just enough, he surmised, already feeling the movement of the Host as titanic forces began to surround a particular island just off Scotland's west coast.
He knew that his prideful sibling, once thwarted of his intended prey, would seek out any and all beings who'd had contact with any of Heaven's messengers; such an aura never really disappeared. The phrase "touched by an angel" wasn't simply a television title. And Michael wouldn't allow such a good soul to be tainted by Lucifer's rage. Others of his kin were seeking those of a similar eminence and transporting them to Iona, but Michael felt he owed it to Kensi to explain the situation; she was, after all, quite stubborn. But he had no desire to simply heap horrors upon her unjustly; no, he'd explain the situation as best he could and then let her make her choice.
Although he hoped with all his heart that she trust him and seek refuge with the rest, no matter her reservations.
A soft ringing began in his ears and Michael finally rose from his chair, moving to stand at her bedside. "Kensi," he called softly. "Kensi, I am truly sorry, but you must wake."
He knew that his prideful sibling, once thwarted of his intended prey, would seek out any and all beings who'd had contact with any of Heaven's messengers; such an aura never really disappeared. The phrase "touched by an angel" wasn't simply a television title. And Michael wouldn't allow such a good soul to be tainted by Lucifer's rage. Others of his kin were seeking those of a similar eminence and transporting them to Iona, but Michael felt he owed it to Kensi to explain the situation; she was, after all, quite stubborn. But he had no desire to simply heap horrors upon her unjustly; no, he'd explain the situation as best he could and then let her make her choice.
Although he hoped with all his heart that she trust him and seek refuge with the rest, no matter her reservations.
A soft ringing began in his ears and Michael finally rose from his chair, moving to stand at her bedside. "Kensi," he called softly. "Kensi, I am truly sorry, but you must wake."