ext_311569 ([identity profile] dangeroushabits.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] neutral_omens2006-01-27 07:35 pm
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Date: January 21, 2000
Status: Public
Setting: Manor grounds
Summary: John gets introduced to Frankie, and plays counselor again.



He wasn't really a dog person. So when, on his way back from a visit to town, John first caught sight of the skeletal mutt romping happily about the Manor grounds, his first impulse was to laugh incredulously (from a safe distance,) and his second was to give it a pass. Whatever demon owned the beast was welcome to it, as long as it wasn't gnawing at his ankles.

Unfortunately, for a thing without any ears, the undead dog had excellent hearing. Apparently it was also as curious as any specimen of the living variety, because it turned at the sound of his laugh, cocked its skull inquisitively, and made a beeline straight for him, mandibles hanging open in a fashion that suggested its tongue would have been hanging out jauntily had it possessed one.

"Ah, crap," John muttered, too far from the Manor entrance to get inside before it reached him, and lacking anything that might have made an effective weapon.
"And me without a newspaper." Knowing better than to turn and run, he opted to stand his ground, shifting his stance a little so he could present his leather-clad forearm if the thing made to bite him.

He spared a glance around the area to see whether its owner was anywhere nearby. Presuming it actually had an owner and wasn't, say, an unexpected side-effect of the general Manor weirdness.

"There's a good boy," he said in as friendly a tone as he could muster, bracing himself as it loped up to him. It was wagging its bony tail. That was a good sign, right?

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Frankie was rather intrigued by the man who, as near as the dog could tell, was a great deal more regular than any of the other beings he'd been around recently. Curious, he went over to inspect.

The man seemed rather nice, so Frankie wagged. The man's shoes looked like they could use a good chew, though. He walked up and started to nibble before hearing his master come up behind him.

"Frankie," Raphael sighed, "Stop harassing people." He looked at John apologetically. "Sorry about this. Come, Frankie!"

The dog whined but stepped away.

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Frankie is a very fine dog, aren't you boy?" He smiled and bent down to pet his skull. "You wouldn't have seen me," Raphael replied. "I left for a time. Went to China and Indonesia to keep an eye on the bird flu.

Haven't been too busy since coming back here though. Nothing to do around here. And aparently even when something does go on, I'm not needed," he said, saying the last sentence a little more cooly.

He cleared his throat and looked at John curiously as he stood up.

"Why? If you're asking about my schedule, I'm free to help. Maybe."

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Frankie ran away and chased after the stick; though he was more used to playing fetch with bones.

Raphael frowned as he listened to John speak.

"You can quit being obtuse. Crowley was involved therefore it must have been something demonic. That's why I wasn't called upon. Is it? It might have even been something I wouldn't have... approved of.

I should just burn that place down," he snapped. "Not like anyone legitimately needs it. The boy keeps people from harm or they just miracle themselves well. There's no need to even have a clinic.

And that's not true at all - I'm sure there are pleanty that would be happy to spite me. After all, they already want my demise - so what's a little insult to injury?"

Frankie returned and gave Raphael the stick. He tossed it for the dog who ran after it again.

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Stop it," Raphael replied coldly. "Just stop. Stop acting like I'm some kind of child. Stop acting like I haven't known anything for six thousand years. Stop acting like I'm stupid.

Just stop.

Yes, I got caught off guard regarding my fellow angels. Well it's not as though I spent a lot of time around them, on Heaven or on earth. Down here I've always had my own business to attend to, up there I've had my own difficulties to work on and deal with. And I've never had a lot of time to waste 'making an effort' nor did I ever see why I should expose myself to that. 'I got to be innocent, welcome to the club...' do you want to condescend a little more?"

Frankie came and he threw the stick even farther away.

"I deal with humans or mostly humans. Not other immortals - at least not often. So yes, maybe I was unknowing. And I'm still not good at dealing with any of them. But innocent? Don't be ridiculous.

The attitudes I have, most of them, have been around for years. This places just seems to... bring them out. I know what demonic is too and you are careless if you think every demon is about the devouring of flesh. And while there is a discrimination between high level and low level, a demon is a demon and there is a thing called subtlety. Perhaps you trust Crowley; perhaps you have a reason to.

I don't. On both counts."

When Frankie returned again Raphael knelt and petted him but did not throw the stick again.

"You say that nobody here wants me dead, with the exception of a couple, and perhaps thats true. But I'm not ignorant. Tell me - is there a betting pool already about when I'm going to Fall? I wouldn't be surprised. Maybe nobody wants me dead; but I'm increasingly doubtful that there are people who would would mind it. The only one I know at this house who is firmly on my side is Michael and that's because, well... he's himself. And I can't depend on even his defence, not really.

If I did not have to I would not be here - and don't criticize me for obeying. If you say that nobody wants me hurt then don't act like I'm deluded because disobedience is a surefire way to get expelled. But as far as I'm concerned, if Adam can't keep everything out, why bother staying in a place where I have no one to talk to and loathe many of the residents?

At least I can have a conversation at Stephen's; and his wards are extremely good. Besides - I know I can trust him.

Not like some here."

Frankie whined at his side and rubbed affectionately against his leg.

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course I'm not. I'm good at what I do... and I'm not going to Fall, no matter what anybody says." He petted Frankie. "And I don't mean to be frustrating. I just don't talk very often about these sorts of things. I talk about medicine and things like that - I don't have much common ground here with most of the beings."

Frakie jumped up on him so Raphael bent down and threw the stick for him again.

"You probably wouldn't know him. He's a physician friend of mine - well, was before his hands got mangled - who does a little bit of messing around the the occult on the side. Dr. Stephen Strange. I fixed his hands for Christmas so maybe he can practice a bit again, from time to time.

He stays up on all the lastest medical trends though. Very informative. We had an excellent conversation about cough medicines and antibiotics the last time I visited. Great guy and one of the best surgeons I've ever known."

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Raphael shook his head.

"Nah, Stephen didn't give me Frankie. I got him from another surgeon. And I knew Stephen before all the... other stuff. Back in medical school. Showed promise but had a few personality problems, shall we say. He's gotten a lot better since then; I'd hoped he would though he lost his surgeon's hands in the process, after the accident.

The whole thing turned out rather well though. Funny that."

Frankie came back and dropped the stick at Raphael's feet then sat next to him.

"'Don't like' is a mild way to put it. I can't stand it here. It's bad for me, I can feel it. I can feel myself sliding a little more everyday, doing questionable things, feeling... the wrong emotions, I guess.

And I personally think you're wrong. Everything so far - Aziraphale, whatever Crowley did, and so on... it's all been handled by other people. In the meantime bird flu is breaking out, there's a famine brewing in Kenya, there are all sorts of medical frauds going on... Not that it's unusual. With six billion people, there's always a problem somewhere. And I'm holed up in a mansion with a bunch of beings, half of whom I dislike and none of whom need my help."

He looked John in the eyes.

"I don't mind all of you. But I've basically been chained here with people I don't care for who are keeping me from helping the ones I do. Sorry to disappoint, but that means I'm getting out of here as often as I can without violating orders.

Don't count on me." He frowned. "And if what the rumors say comes true, if what Crowley says is accurate... when the time comes I might not even care about healing, period."

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-29 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Raphael bit his lip.

"Constantine?" He asked, dashing over to the man.

"Could you wait a moment?" He pleaded. "I need to ask you something."

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-29 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The angel swallowed nervously. He had been feeling relief at being guarded, in a way, but he'd also been feeling guilt. And since Constantine seemed like a man who was, at the core, practical, he hoped that an answer from him could justify quashing that guilt.

"If... if you told a half-truth to somebody, if you... left something out, but they were happy and you needed them and everybody got what they wanted - would it be so bad? Practically speaking. If a truth would badly hurt somebody, would you tell them? I mean..."

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-29 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Raphael paled a little bit. Guilt and a lack of confidence washed over him and he stopped breathing.

"Would you think badly of someone who did?" He asked timidly. "If it was really, really necessary. A good reason.

And if you'd already done it - how would you make it better? Honestly. Not an... not a Heaven answer. What would you really do?"

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-29 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Raphael nodded numbly. He'd been afraid of that.

"But what if something... awful happened? Not to me, but maybe someone else. Like... like if somebody took things all the wrong way and did something stupid or reckless. Wouldn't the status quo be preferable?"

The minute healer frowned.

"I'm an angel! I shouldn't even be able to lie! Something is wrong, seriously wrong, but I haven't Fallen - so do I just keep doing what I'm doing?" Suddenly his eyes widened and a thought struck him.

"Don't tell Uriel any of this, please. Don't say anything. I know you don't talk to a lot of angels, but don't tell them, I don't want them to know. Please, promise me you won't tell, I just needed to ask... There's not many here I can talk to who won't talk around or try to use it to their advantage. I can't trust many people, don't even know if I can trust you but if I don't say something it feels like I'm going to explode!"

He exhaled.

"Before I came here I always knew what to do, or so it seemed. And now whatever I do - I'm screwed, aren't I? I know what's true and what's not. I can't... I can't feel what I don't. But I can't say something or everything is going to fall apart. And that can't happened either. I can't make the fabrication true and I can't confess to it either. And that's not even considering the hateful emotions I've been feeling."

His mouth formed a line as he recognized the one lie he'd been spouting above all, saw it for a lie and realized what the truth of the situation was.

"I'm going to Fall," he stated flatly. "And I'm in too far to do a damned thing about it."

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-30 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
John's voice seemed to be very far away, as though it were coming to him from a distance. His limbs felt heavy and disjointed and his tongue felt thick inside his mouth. What might have been tears burned at the back of his eyes but a cold voice inside his head whispered not in front of him and Raphael clamped down and didn't cry.

His mind pitched around wildly, from thoughts of those whom he'd let down, whom orders had prevented him from saving, to thoughts of Michael and the enormity of the other's emotion and the gravity of what he'd done by deceiving him. It had gotten far, fast, because he'd stoked a fire that had been burning for centuries and now it might devour them both.

As Constantine finished speaking Raphael's body went limp as a deflated ballon and he seemed to sag internally. Silly trite man with his silly trite words. He couldn't stop anything and it didn't matter to him anyway. He probably wanted it, even if he wouldn't admit it.

They all want it

"I hope you don't say anything," he said in a dull, muted tone, "But it's not as if it makes any sort of difference about the inevitable. It only buys time. And when it comes right down to it, I'm not sure you really do wish you had an answer. I am not your 'kind' by any stretch; why bother?"

He looked at the man, even though he was shorter and John's eyes were averted.

"He will come with me, you know. Regardless of whether I urge or not. He has promised. Isn't it terrible? He loves me more than Him... for nothing. For a straw house, an illusion that isn't there. But it won't stop. I refuse to be alone even if its costly; so when the time comes I will reach for his hand.

And if and when that day comes, do you think that either of us shall remember this place or its residents fondly? Crowley says that Falling changes one terribly; but somehow I think that at the base of it all hatred would be something we'd be allowed to recall."

He said everything in a monotonous, lifeless tone and his mouth felt very dry at the end of it. Then he gave the man a sad little smile.

"I will regret Gabriel, though. He cared - really cared. I hope I remember that as well."

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-30 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Run away," he murmured.

He knelt and petted Frankie and smiled.

"He's wrong, isn't he boy? I've already done the deed. I already lied." His kissed Frankie's nose. "I already lied to Michael but I can't be alone, I won't be. If I get punished anyway and he's not there..." He laid back and Frankie climbed onto his chest. "Uriel will be very cross if he finds out, I suspect, but I suppose it leaves me free to act on Pestilence. In for a penny, in for a pound." He closed his eyes. "So... he might be right. I wanted him to tell me that what I was doing was OK. That it was acceptable, that it would be all right.

But it isn't - and I still can't stop doing it. My fault, I suppose."

Frankie panted, barked and settled down on top of Raphael.

"But I won't be alone. I hate that more than anything. Don't you agree?"

Frankie barked in reply. And breathing in and out, Raphael willfully fell asleep.

[identity profile] archangel-mike.livejournal.com 2006-01-30 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael's search for Raphael had brought him outside.

He was slowly getting a bit worried, even if he didn't let it show. Raphael had said he'd just go to find his dog and then return. However, that had been hours ago. Surely finding his dog couldn't take that long?

When he finally spotted his beloved, he breathed out in relief. Then, however, he frowned. It surely couldn't do Raphael any good to be asleep out there. Sure, Raphael could hardly fall sick from that, but still...

Ignoring Frankie, who was lying on the healer's chest, he knelt down to gently shake Raphael's shoulder in an attempt to get him awake.

"Raphael?" he called to the sleeping angel. "Raphael, wake up!"

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-01-30 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Frankie stood and barked at the intruding archangel, but neither the sound nor the shaking caused Raphael to wake. He continued to sleep peacefully.

[identity profile] archangel-mike.livejournal.com 2006-01-30 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
As Raphael didn't seem to be about to wake up, Michael sighed a bit. He then made to gather the other archangel into his arms. If Raphael wouldn't wake up, at least Michael would get him inside where he could sleep in peace.

"Oh, be quiet," he said to the barking dog. "Either lie still or hop down; I'm going to take your master inside."

Frankie appeared to think for a moment. Then it jumped away from its master's chest. Michael stood up, holding Raphael securely in his arms exactly like the previous times. Frankie walked beside him towards the Manor.

Michael made his way to the door of his room. Once ther,e he miracled the door open and walked in. Gnetly he placed Rapael down n the bed, making sure he was comfortable. After thinking for a moment he carefully spread a blanket over the sleeping healer.

"Sleep well, Raphael," he murmured, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the other's clear forehead. "Pleasant dreams, my love."