Fic: The Better Angels (3/7)
Title: The Better Angels (3/7)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Kal-El/The Angel Of Death)
Genres: AU, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: Not sure if warnings are necessary, but it’s quasi-religious imagery.
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Two Angels are sent on a Quest to find Pure Souls.
Chapter Summary: The Angels speak of celestial matters halfway between Gotham and Metropolis.
Date Of Completion: May 4, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 16, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 670
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note:
asm613 requested "Clark and Bruce as angels on a mission to find pure souls" from my DCU GSB Fic Request Meme.
Unfortunately, my Muses simply refused to cooperate, and I was on the verge of giving up, when I got this idea. It’s not quite what the requester wanted, but close! So I hope you like it,
asm613 ! :)
All chapters can be found here.
III
ACROSS TIME AND UNIVERSES
No matter
What time
Or place,
I love you.
Alyssa Amethyst
“Destined”
2008 C.E.
They settled for the night in a clearing halfway between Gotham and Metropolis. Kal gathered wood and with a flash of light from his eyes, the wood burst into flames.
“Handy,” his companion said dryly.
Kal laughed, the sound silvery like quicksilver. He settled his wings around his scarlet robes.
“Why do you wear red-yellow-and-blue instead of white?”
Kal glanced down at his robes. “I find the colors pleasing. I was given the choice, so I went with them.”
The hood inclined. “But your Sword also includes green.”
“It is so.” Kal watched the dance of the flames. “Green is the color of Life, as is yellow from the sun.”
“Blue?”
“Hope.”
“Red?”
“Passion.”
Kal smiled slightly, and his companion poked at the fire with a stick.
“So your titles are…”
“Angel of Light, Hope and Love.”
“Impressive.”
“And you?”
“Darkness and…Death.”
“Not Despair and Day of Reckoning?”
A rumble came from the hood. Could be laughter.
“Not necessary.”
“You are a very straightforward Angel, my friend.”
Silence fell, the crackling of the fire and the chittering of insects the only sounds around the campfire.
Kal fell into meditation, the peace soothing his soul. A lust for Life did not mean serenity could not be achieved.
Did his companion find serenity? The Angel of Death was known for implacable determination. Once your number was up…
“How do you know a soul’s Time?” Kal opened his eyes and looked at the hooded Angel.
“When every mortal is born, they have a Time. Sometimes it is Inviolate from birth. Sometimes it is Flexible, and due to choices that are made, one’s Time becomes Inviolate at some point.”
Kal frowned. “What of time travel? I have seen different timestreams changed because of a person saved when they were destined to die, or died when they were destined to live.”
“Everyone still has a Time.”
“How?”
A gloved hand gestured at the stars. “This Universe is but one of many. It and all others can be changed due to changes in history whether because of time travel or not. But if a time traveler has changed something, and it is not Destined, the universe dissolves in some manner, even if it takes generations. Time always rights itself in the end.
“Other changes from this Universe take place because someone chose a different path to take than they did here. If a woman chose to marry a certain man here, she would do so. If she in another universe chose a different man, Time changes but it is right for that universe.”
Kal frowned again. “So free will is still important?”
“Of course it is. Free will comes into play if a person’s Time has not been Inviolate since birth. Eventually, though, every soul’s Time will come.”
“What of people who are Destined to be together?”
“Ah, you mean ‘across time and universes’?”
“Yes.”
“That happens. Certain people will always find each other, no matter what universe or what era.”
Kal nodded slowly, once again watching the flames. He reached out to toast a piece of bread and his fingers brushed against his companion’s.
The fingers were stiff and cold, briefly flaring into warmth.
Death pulled back, using his stick to make nonsensical patterns in the dirt. Kal stared back into the fire, hoping that the flames covered the blush in his face.
He was always so warm, like the sun itself, that he had been startled by the coldness of Death.
And was that brief warmth his…or his companion’s?
Dry amusement laced his companion’s voice. “Night is my time, Kal-El. Perhaps you should dim your Light.”
Kal realized that his Aura was shining extremely bright. “My apologies,” he blushed as he dimmed his Aura. He stretched out on the hard ground. “Good night, my friend.”
“Good night.”
Kal felt peace settle over him as gently as his wings, very aware of the Darkness surrounding him.
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Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Kal-El/The Angel Of Death)
Genres: AU, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: Not sure if warnings are necessary, but it’s quasi-religious imagery.
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Two Angels are sent on a Quest to find Pure Souls.
Chapter Summary: The Angels speak of celestial matters halfway between Gotham and Metropolis.
Date Of Completion: May 4, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 16, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 670
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note:
asm613 requested "Clark and Bruce as angels on a mission to find pure souls" from my DCU GSB Fic Request Meme.
Unfortunately, my Muses simply refused to cooperate, and I was on the verge of giving up, when I got this idea. It’s not quite what the requester wanted, but close! So I hope you like it,
asm613 ! :)
All chapters can be found here.
III
ACROSS TIME AND UNIVERSES
No matter
What time
Or place,
I love you.
Alyssa Amethyst
“Destined”
2008 C.E.
They settled for the night in a clearing halfway between Gotham and Metropolis. Kal gathered wood and with a flash of light from his eyes, the wood burst into flames.
“Handy,” his companion said dryly.
Kal laughed, the sound silvery like quicksilver. He settled his wings around his scarlet robes.
“Why do you wear red-yellow-and-blue instead of white?”
Kal glanced down at his robes. “I find the colors pleasing. I was given the choice, so I went with them.”
The hood inclined. “But your Sword also includes green.”
“It is so.” Kal watched the dance of the flames. “Green is the color of Life, as is yellow from the sun.”
“Blue?”
“Hope.”
“Red?”
“Passion.”
Kal smiled slightly, and his companion poked at the fire with a stick.
“So your titles are…”
“Angel of Light, Hope and Love.”
“Impressive.”
“And you?”
“Darkness and…Death.”
“Not Despair and Day of Reckoning?”
A rumble came from the hood. Could be laughter.
“Not necessary.”
“You are a very straightforward Angel, my friend.”
Silence fell, the crackling of the fire and the chittering of insects the only sounds around the campfire.
Kal fell into meditation, the peace soothing his soul. A lust for Life did not mean serenity could not be achieved.
Did his companion find serenity? The Angel of Death was known for implacable determination. Once your number was up…
“How do you know a soul’s Time?” Kal opened his eyes and looked at the hooded Angel.
“When every mortal is born, they have a Time. Sometimes it is Inviolate from birth. Sometimes it is Flexible, and due to choices that are made, one’s Time becomes Inviolate at some point.”
Kal frowned. “What of time travel? I have seen different timestreams changed because of a person saved when they were destined to die, or died when they were destined to live.”
“Everyone still has a Time.”
“How?”
A gloved hand gestured at the stars. “This Universe is but one of many. It and all others can be changed due to changes in history whether because of time travel or not. But if a time traveler has changed something, and it is not Destined, the universe dissolves in some manner, even if it takes generations. Time always rights itself in the end.
“Other changes from this Universe take place because someone chose a different path to take than they did here. If a woman chose to marry a certain man here, she would do so. If she in another universe chose a different man, Time changes but it is right for that universe.”
Kal frowned again. “So free will is still important?”
“Of course it is. Free will comes into play if a person’s Time has not been Inviolate since birth. Eventually, though, every soul’s Time will come.”
“What of people who are Destined to be together?”
“Ah, you mean ‘across time and universes’?”
“Yes.”
“That happens. Certain people will always find each other, no matter what universe or what era.”
Kal nodded slowly, once again watching the flames. He reached out to toast a piece of bread and his fingers brushed against his companion’s.
The fingers were stiff and cold, briefly flaring into warmth.
Death pulled back, using his stick to make nonsensical patterns in the dirt. Kal stared back into the fire, hoping that the flames covered the blush in his face.
He was always so warm, like the sun itself, that he had been startled by the coldness of Death.
And was that brief warmth his…or his companion’s?
Dry amusement laced his companion’s voice. “Night is my time, Kal-El. Perhaps you should dim your Light.”
Kal realized that his Aura was shining extremely bright. “My apologies,” he blushed as he dimmed his Aura. He stretched out on the hard ground. “Good night, my friend.”
“Good night.”
Kal felt peace settle over him as gently as his wings, very aware of the Darkness surrounding him.
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