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Date: June 5, 2000
Setting: Library
Status: Private (Uriel, Ellie -- Complete)
Summary: Uriel is worried.


Uriel walked through the corridors of the Manor, pondering several things. The one most pressing on her mind was Raphael's leaving. Although she could not feel the difference between Heaven and Earth that other angels experienced, she could understand that the healer would want to feel the Presence more strongl. It was his own decision to return, and she could do nothing but respect his choice. However, it caused her something of a problem.

Sure, Raphael had recommended an obstetrician in his letter, and she was sure the doctor was more than qualified to care for her -- otherwise Raphael wouldn't have even mentioned the name. However, she was quite doubtful about trusting a human doctor. How could she explain her almost complete lack of medical history? What would she say if she was asked something about her family's medical history -- or that of the child's father's? "I've no parents or siblings, so nothing bad there, but the father has had about every illness in existence"? And if the baby happened to have wings, how would she explain such a "deformation"?

Sighing, she rubbed her temples. She would have to figure that out sooner or later, but at the moment she didn't want to think about it any more. She needed something else to think about.

Therefore, she headed for the library. There she would surely find something to occupy herself with.

Uriel had unexpectedly ran into people upon entering the library too many times to let her guard down as she neared the door. Therefore she sensed the being inside before even entering. Deciding that she couldn't hide from everybody forever, though, she did open the door and stepped in.

Seeing the succubus in the library, Uriel recognized her as Ellie. Instantly she recalled the events of the Frigga Blot and sighed. If Ellie didn't know about her pregnancy for sure, she at least had very strong suspicions -- or had no brain to speak of, which Uriel sincerely doubted. Either way, Uriel had to ask her not to tell her information -- or suspicions -- to anybody. Although they would find out sooner or later, she didn't want to risk anything in the early stages of her pregnancy.

"Excuse me?" she thus said carefully. "Could I talk with you for a moment?"

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[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"And I imagine he will. Look, Uriel, don't let it frighten you out of your wits," Ellie said, knowing she sounded cold, but she couldn't help it; her sympathy for the Severer could extend only so far. "That isn't why I told you. But for Someone's sake, be careful. I won't tell anyone else, you didn't need to bribe me for that. I have no desire to see the same thing happen again."

She paused. "And if you care about the Horseman at all, find a way to warn him. Since we don't know who gave the order, we don't know what line of logic or what precedent they're following. But whenever there has been an incident of this kind in the past," she was thinking now of the Nephandi as well, "it's always the father who's been punished."

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Ellie could tell Uriel not to be frightened all she liked; the angel had been scared even before hearing Ellie's tale, and now she was even more so. She was going to be careful, yes; that she didn't need to be told.

Warn Pestilence? How? Sure, she did care about him -- she loved him, despite everything that had happened. However, how could she find a way to warn him so that he didn't know the warning came from her? She didn't even know where he was at the moment. She would have to find a way, though. It had been because of her own stupidity that she'd got pregnant, and there was no way she could allow Pestilence to get hurt because of her. This far she had only feared for herself and her child; now she also had to fear for the man she loved.

She was not feeling well, not at all. Rising to shaking legs, she murmured a quiet thanks to Ellie -- what she was thanking her for, she wasn't exactly sure. For promising to keep her secret, perhaps -- or for the "cautionary tale".

Then, not bothering to be polite enough to say anything upon her departure -- besides, her usual wishes of the Presence would probably have been a grave insult to the demoness -- she hurried out of the library and towards her room. As soon as she got there, she went to the bathroom, throwing up everything she had in her stomach. Once she was done being sick, she stayed kneeled on the bathroom floor, sobbing helplessly.

What was she going to do?

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie watched the archangel go in silence, and then picked up her book with a sigh, trying to find her place. Her mind wouldn't stay on the words.

Pregnant by a Horseman. Of all the idiotic mistakes an angel could make...and a habitually male angel, too. She shook her head tiredly. She felt vaguely sorry for Uriel, but she couldn't be sorry for having terrified her. Ellie had been frightened, too, fifteen years before; but as it had turned out, she hadn't been scared enough.

She wished she hadn't made a blanket promise not to tell anyone, though. John would want to know about this. He had his own reasons to resent the way she and Tali had been treated, though Ellie wasn't entirely sure she understood them, and he was also clever at coming up with ways to get people out of tight fixes. Maybe when she saw Uriel again she would drop the conjurer's name.

She tried not to think about the baby. Bitter envy would come all too easily if she dwelt on it for long, and that wouldn't be much help to anybody.