A/N: First off, What Have You Done Now…I've hit a snag, and I have writers block. Point number two: this story may be considered…sacrilegious to some readers. If you're not into girl on girl, and me talking about the Rapture like I have any clue as to what I am talking about…and making angels be anything but angelic…proceed no further!

Disclaimer: I do not own these two lovely ladies…and I don't own the rapture concept….Jesus owns that…You rock, Jesus!

The woman sat on her usual cloud, her violin poised under her left cheek, a soft, sweet melody coming from the instrument. The corners of her lips were upturned in a simple smile, her eyes closed as she swayed with the music. Her long, aqua hair fell past her shoulders, curly and somewhat windswept. Her small body was clad in a white dress with thin straps that hung midthigh, and didn't quite cling to her perfect body. She had a set of large white feathered wings, each of the feathers having a aqua tinge to the edges. She opened her eyes when she heard a voice crackle over the loud speaker.

"Michiru, Michiru, report to the assignment podium at once. Michiru, report to the assignment podium at once," the voice clicked off, the echo lingering throughout the heavens. She groaned, and set her violin in its case. She spread her wings, which were nearly twice the length of her arm span, and fluttered to the assignment podium. She walked over, her feet bare.

"Yes, Tate?" she asked, fluttering her lashes somewhat. The shorter, auburn haired man rolled his eyes at her, handing her a slip of paper. Michiru skimmed over the paper, her eyes widening as she read.

"It's an easy assignment, Michiru…You keep her alive until the Big Cheese tells you otherwise," he spun in his chair behind the dark wood podium, stopping to flip through a book.

"Okay, keeping her alive, got that. That's easy…but why does he want to keep this woman alive? She hasn't a decent bone in her body. I mean…does the Big Man know she's a lesbian?" she questioned, looking at the picture of a blonde haired woman in a motorcycle jacket, a confident smirk plastered on her features. Tate glared at her.

"He is all-knowing, Michiru. Of course he knows she's a lesbian," he shut the book he was flipping through with a snap, which brought the aqua-haired angels eyes to meet his.

"How about the fact that she's not exactly in good with the law? Or that fact that she sleeps with a different woman a night on the weekends? Or…" she moved to say more, but was cut off as Tate raised his hand to silence her.

"Will you hush up? Yeah, I know she's not exactly a good, kind hearted Christian, but the boss specifically asked for you to watch her and to make sure she stays alive. Think you can do that?" he had started to build a card-house. He growled softly as Michiru blew it down.

"Tate…when was the last time I even had an assignment?" she leaned against the podium, the man with the pure white wings leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment.

"What year is it again? On Earth I mean?" he asked her, and it was her own turn to think for a moment.

"How long ago did you beat me in that poker tournament?" she tapped her chin.

"I think that was in 1973…" he squinted his eyes, trying to do that math. She mouthed numbers as she counted to herself on her fingers.

"So…this is the year 2008 Earth terms, of course," she nodded as if to state her point. He looked at her then, and began tallying his own number on his fingers.

"Okay, you haven't had an assignment in 94 years, Michiru," he nodded to make his point this time. She nodded.

"Exxxxactly! I'm unreliable! I shouldn't be given such a mission, I mean…what if she dies? Hm? Then what? I'll kill her Tate! I wasn't made to be some lowly guardian angel," she threw up her hands. The guardian angel in front of her bristled.

"Listen, just because you were some, hoity-toity messenger doesn't mean shit to me. You're a "lowly guardian angel" now. Get over it," he crossed his arms over his chest, feigning irritable. She pouted.

"Okay okay okay! You're right. I'm sorry, please forgive me?" she pushed out her lower lip. He sighed.

"Fine! I forgive you! Besides, you're not going to kill her. She'll be in good hands!" he smiled, as if to reassure Michiru. Michiru, on the other hand, just scowled.

"Tate…"

"Yeah?"

"Why…did I get my blue wings yanked from me? Leaving me with these blue tips to shame me?" she smiled sarcastically, as if wanting to make a point.

"Umm…I don't know?"

"You know Atlantis?"

"Well…yeah?" he questioned.

"I was told to go there to tell them that there was a tsunami headed their way."

"Okay…?"

"Obviously I didn't you asshole! Or I would still have my fucking blue wings instead of being stuck here, guarding humans!" she threw a small Michiru hissy fit, and sulked.

"Well…okay…so you've had a rough start. So, I haven't given you an assignment since the whole thing with the Titanic went down…" she gaped at him.

"How was I suppose to know the guy in the crows nest had a gay lover…?! Would you want to interrupt THAT?!" she yelled the last word.

"No, I wouldn't have wanted to, but I would have wanted to make sure I saved nearly 1,300 people!" he glared at her. She pouted again.

"I fucked up okay? Just yank my wings completely off, and send me falling to Earth! Don't torture me with another assignment I'm doomed to fail!" a fake tear slid down her cheek. Tate rolled his eyes again.

"Listen, I wanted to send Umeko, however, The Big Kahuna wants YOU to guard her. Kapeesh?" he stamped the order with his seal, and handed it to her. Michiru looked at him, her lips pursed.

"Is it absolutely imperative I keep her alive? I mean…what if I fuck up? What if she's walking down the street, and gets eaten by a bear? Yeah…like I would see that one coming…" she looked at him, faking serious. The head guardian angel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sometimes, I think He made you fuck up the Atlantis assignment so you could torture me instead of Him. Okay, this is what I heard from Reito, who heard from his brother Reisho, who heard from one of Jesus' drinking buddies, who heard from a drunk Jesus, who swears that his father told him that this Tenou Haruka is the key," he took a deep breath.

"The key? The key to what?" she looked at the racers picture once more, a blush forming on her cheeks.

"The key to the rapture, Michiru. Without that woman…we can't combine Heaven and Earth…" he nodded, pulling out a cigarette. She pursed her lips again.

"How do I make her this said key? I mean…what has to occur for this woman to bring the rapture?" this caused Tate to chuckle.

"You, have to get that playboy, to fall in love."