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Prologue

Darkness. A flash of lightening and then a crack, like thunder. She could smell acrid smoke, slightly and a hint of singed flesh, but mostly she could smell the coppery scent of blood, her blood. Then she heard her mother's terrified screaming and fainter her sister's sobs...

Later when ever she would have nightmares about that night it would be the screaming that would always wake her up. She'd always pop out of bed, eyes wide and wild, golden heart racing and a cold sweat making her body cling to the bedsheets. She would almost scream out, but most nights she caught herself.

She glanced at her alarm clock and sighed at the fluorescent numbers frustrated at being awakened yet again by her memories. Another night of sleep wasted. She tossed her legs over the side of the bed and rose with a slight wobble. She yawned and brushed a still trembling hand through her damp hair. She was in need of a shower, maybe that would calm some of her frayed nerves. She padded her way to the bathroom of her small apartment and flicked on the light.

She stared at the haggard face in mirror and almost couldn't believe it was her, almost. People who didn't know angels would never suspect she was one, she didn't look particularly innocent and she surely didn't act the part.

She twisted slightly to look at the tattooed wings across her scapulas. They kind of itched, but she resisted the urge to scratch. She needed to find a remote place to fly only then would the sub-dermal annoyance cease, at least for a while.

Yawning, she started a stream of hot water and stretched. She expected to get her new assignment any day now, then maybe she could move out of this dump, maybe away from this city entirely.

There was a mild ache in her chest at the thought of leaving, but she needed to keep moving. Just because she'd become somewhat friendly with some of the inhabitants of the city didn't mean that she needed to stick around. Rachel was safe. Santana, though she hated to admit it had done a good job looking out for the younger woman and her former ward was in good hands. She didn't need a Guardian anymore.

She stripped quickly and stepped into the steam filled bath relishing the feeling of the burning liquid. She released a sigh of ahhh as the tension streamed like the water down her body.

"Quinn?" Wet blonde head sparked up at the familiar voice. She hated when they just invaded her house, what about her privacy?

"What? Jesus..."

"Close, but wrong, Q." The sassy voice replied, closer than before.

"Are you seriously perving on me outside my shower, seriously?" She rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Waiting, not perving."

"Ruining my shower." She huffed shutting off the water angrily and stepping from the shower to a reddening face with a hand thrown across her eyes.

"Put some clothes on, Lucy..." Quinn's smirk fell at the use of her given name.

"Don't call me that and the presume that you can order me around in my home..."

"Home? This hovel?"

"It serves its purposes." Quinn shrugged not that the other woman could see with her arm still thrown across her eyes.

"Anyways," Teeth were sucked, "I didn't come here to hang out with you. I have your next assignment."

"About time..." Quinn mumbled padding from the tiny room and into her bedroom, knowing the other woman would follow her. She threw a tight black tee over her head and then rummaged in her drawer for underwear.

"Are you decent yet?"

Quinn chuckled pulling on a pair of panties and some worn blue jeans. "Have I ever really been?"

"Very funny..." The woman mumbled peeking between her fingers and sighing in relief at finding Quinn fully dressed.

"So, where am I going? Tulsa? Atlanta? L.A.?" Quinn pulled a suitcase from the closet and tossed it on her unmade bed.

"Actually...the man thinks that it would be beneficial for all involved if you stayed here." The other angel visibly gulped.

"What the fuck, Mercedes! Stay here? What for?" Quinn asked angrily halting her packing.

"Ours is not to question why..." The black angel answer quietly.

Quinn glared and crossed her arms flopping on the other side of the bed. She pouted at her superior. She didn't understand the orders, but she would comply, begrudgingly.

"Well, what am I suppose to do?"

"Good, do good. The rest we're assured you'll figure out."

Familiar faces next chap...

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