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Date: February 20, 2000 (early)
Setting: Michael's Room then Gabriel's Room
Status: Raphael, Michael, Gabriel (Private)
Summary: Raphael leaves a note for Michael before going to Gabriel's room and leaving.



Raphael woke while it was still dark outside and was careful not to disturb the being he was sleeping with. Exceedingly grateful that Michael hadn't flung his arms around him while they slept, he slid out and miracled a pen and paper. Hastily, he scrawled Michael a message.

Michael,

I need to tell you something but I cannot tell you here. Meet me away from the mansion, near where Aziraphale used to live - St. James Park, by the pond. From what I understand it's... a good place to meet.

Please be prepared. I do not want to say more here but understand that some things are not beneficial. Or meant to happen.

I will see you soon.

Yours in faith,

R~~~~~

He set it next to Michael on the bed where he would see it as soon as he woke, allowing it to glow faintly so that he would notice it but it wouldn't wake him up. Then he walked out quietly and made his way to Gabriel's room.

"Gabriel? Are you there?" He asked, knocking gently on the door.

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Raphael smiled in relief when he saw Gabriel, though his eyes were glassy.

"No... and yes. Gabriel - I think I'm ready to tell him. Will you come? You don't have to stay," he added quickly. "It might be better if you were only nearby. But I want to make sure I don't back out.

I mean, I think I'm doing what I have to do. But I'm afraid, Gabriel. I'm so afraid." He looked at the floor, then back up at Gabriel. "I am sorry it's so early, but will you come?"

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Gabriel staunchly waved away any of the anxiousness that might have crept into his expression, giving the other a warm smile. "Of course I will, dear," he said, keeping his voice as optimistic as possible.

And, really, why should he worry? This was going to be good. For both of them.

For all of them.

He placed a soft hand on the other's arm, led him downstairs, outside where they could unfurl their wings, stretching up towards the pale dawn sky. Fighting the sense of apprehension that coiled in his stomach - that may well have been as much Raphael's as his own - Gabriel waited for the other angel to take flight before following him.

Up, higher, clearer. Free from the worries of the world below.

... Although he did hope Belial would realize he could come out of the closet.