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Date: January 23, 2000
Setting: Michael's Room
Status: John, Raphael, Michael, Adam, Gabriel (Semi-Private, Complete)
Summary: John vents his feelings at Raphael. Mayhem ensues. (Continued from here.)



It was a pretty decent plan, John thought. Find Raphael, get him away from his oaf of a bodyguard by whatever means presented itself, and teach the little rat a lesson he'd never forget. He liked it. It was elegant in its simplicity.

The fact that it included no provisions for ensuring his own safety (or survival) in the event that Michael proved less easily hoodwinked this time than last--or that Raphael unexpectedly grew himself a pair--he considered a minor flaw. He was too hacked off at the moment to think that far ahead.*

He found Raphael's room unoccupied and proceeded to Michael's, ducked momentarily down a side-hall to avoid a frustrated-looking Snob along the way (hadn't that damn fool got things sorted out with Belial yet?) and strode up to the door, knocking sharply before he could think better of what he was doing.

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*Anyway, his most clever, complicated schemes always seemed to lead him into worse trouble in the long run. If things were going to go pear-shaped, they might just as well go pear-shaped straightaway and get it over with.

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[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

Raphael heard the knocking and went to the door to answer it. Gabriel had probably passed Michael on his way out and sent him back. He knew he could just call for him to come in, but he figured it might be better to meet him there to assure the warrior he was feeling better.

He swung himself out of the bed and opened the door.

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

Carefully, Raphael turned the gun around and hesitantly held it out to him handle out.

"Promise not to mock me?" He asked, his cheeks wet. "And ask Crowley not to either? I should tell him I'm sorry, I didn't mean things to get so bad; I was angry but I didn't mean to discorporate him..."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"STOP IT!" came Adam's voice out of nowhere. The tableau froze. No one in it was able to move at all. Michael's fingers were slowly pried apart by an unseen force and John slid softly down the wall.

Only then did Adam storm in, looking for all the world like an avenging angel in grubby trainers. His face looked almost cruel with his mouth set and his blue eyes flashed coldly like chips of ice catching the light.

"How dare you!" he yelled at them all. "I said that this was not allowed here and I meant it. Michael, get over there and take care of Raphael. If you don't know how, then you better learn real quick. Gabriel, John needs your help now. Get him to the hospital and I'll see if I can find someone to come help you. It won't be Aziraphale 'cause he's busy takin' care of Crowley."

He stood there, hands on hips, breathing heavily and trying to control his anger. "Well, what are you waitin' for? Do it now!"

Everyone suddenly unfroze and started to move. Adam stomped out to find someone to help Gabriel with John, but he called over his shoulder, "I'll be back to talk to you later." It was definitely a threat but no one was quite sure to whom he was speaking.