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Date: January 18, 2001
Status: Public
Setting: Somewhere in the Manor
Summary: It's in the nature of most new mothers to want to show off their child.

Lately Uriel's attention hadn't really been on the events of the Manor. This might have been called understandable, considering that she had other things to be attentive about.

Right now, however, Bran was quite peacefully asleep on her arm, all her friends were who-know-where, and she was bored. Therefore Uriel decided to wander around a bit. Perhaps she'd find somebody to talk with to find out whether anything new had happened.

And, of course, to show her baby to anyone even the tiniest bit interested.

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"Yes, I am," Uriel replied, smiling down at her little son. "He's given me a whole new reason to live." Aside from Bran, there was of course Loki. The idiot would probably get himself killed if she didn't look after him all the time. And of course there was Bast, too. And the Doctor. Very importantly the Doctor.

Suddenly, she realized something. Ellie had had a child, too, hadn't she? Only that hadn't ended so well. Her gushing wasn't probably very polite or welcomed. "I'm sorry," she gasped. "I didn't realize..."

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"Sorry for what, Uriel?" Ellie said bleakly. Blessed, clueless angels...took her long enough to remember. "You didn't give the orders. And your sword doesn't kill."

She did touch the baby now, brushing the rosy cheek delicately with her fingertips as he returned her solemn gaze unblinking. Aware, as Uriel surely must be, how appallingly easy it would be to extend her claws suddenly and teach the angel what such bereavement felt like.

But there was Adam, and what would be the point, really? Pain begetting pain to no purpose and no end? She might as well return to Hell and cast herself on the mercy of Lucifer and Triskele. Metaphorically speaking.

"Be grateful," she said softly, withdrawing her hand and rubbing her fingers absently together where the feel of warm, smooth skin clung to them. "Teach him to count his blessings."

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"Sometimes, I've thought it might be better if my sword did kill," Uriel replied. "And I was thoughtless. I didn't even remember..." She trailed off.

Despite trusting Adam's protection, Uriel couldn't help but tense a bit as Ellie's hand brushed Bran's cheek. She knew very well just what kind of damage the other woman could cause if she wanted to.

"I am grateful," she replied then. "More grateful than I ever thought I could be."

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Ellie's eyes widened slightly. She hadn't expected a reply so insightful about the nature of Uriel's duty, and wondered if the archangel knew how dangerous that kind of thinking could be for one still in a state of grace. Then again, if Uriel were to Fall, who would carry out the task of her severance? Interesting thought.

"I'm sure Aziraphale will be delighted to meet him when he returns," she said, still clinging to the hope that her favorite angel would, and sooner than later.

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"Well, at least he promised to baby sit sometimes," Uriel replied. "I do wish he returns soon, though. There aren't that many people who would be delighted to meet Bran -- without ill intentions, at least."

She wished Odin would return, too, not only to get a chance to show her son at him but also for Loki's sake. That wouldn't probably happen, though.

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"Me, too," Ellie murmured, and then blinked at Uriel's statement. "Oh, I don't know. You might take him to see Adam," she said mildly, "or young Pollution. I imagine they'd like to see him."

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"Perhaps." Uriel smiled a bit. "Bran is something of a half-brother to Pollution, after all. Not that Pestilence is truly Pollution's father, but... Do you have any idea where either of them is?" After all, it wasn't like she had anything else to do at the moment.