|A Not Quite Matched Pair
Author: Lucillia PM
After being killed by Lucifer, Gabriel is dropped into "Witness Protection". After interfering back home, he won't be staying out of things here, especially when there's a certain someone to knock down a couple of pegs.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Gabriel & Gabriel - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,086 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 05-07-12 - Published: 05-03-12 - id: 8081612
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"There isn't room in hell for the both of us Gabriel." Lucifer said as he kissed his index and middle fingers and touched the ground, releasing his brother from Hell and back into the world of the living, reviving him in the process.
Normally, he wouldn't do something like this, but Gabriel had gone and destroyed half of Hell in the four years that he'd been there. The lake of fire hadn't quite been the same since his brother had gotten his hands on it.
With a sigh that was a mix of relief and annoyance over what he'd be stuck repairing now that his brother was no longer wreaking havoc in his realm, Lucifer turned into a murder of crows and flew back to his domain, which was not Daddy's Basement, no matter how many times the other angels called it that.
After Lucifer departed, the asphalt of the abandoned parking lot that Lucifer had been standing in at the time he'd gone to Earth to kick his annoying little brother out of hell before he completely trashed the place started to melt. Across town, in a monastery, there was a commotion that a number of monks were trying to respond to, but having some difficulty doing so as Brother Thomas had locked the door to his room.
"He's coming!" Brother Thomas who had previously been Detective Daggett yelled as he threw things about his room adding to the ruckus which had disrupted the sleep and prayers of his fellow monks. "Gabriel's coming! Gabriel's...the fuck?"
Back at the abandoned parking lot, the earth beneath the bubbling asphalt in which a rather nice looking silver car which hadn't been stolen despite the neighborhood was sinking cracked open revealing what looked to be magma, except for the fact that it wasn't bubbling up out of the ground in a highly destructive manner as magma was wont to do when it was freed of the mantle, and the fact that screams of the damned could be heard emanating from the cracks in the earth. One crack opened wide, and a naked man crawled out. As soon as he was free, the earth closed back up, and the asphalt ceased to melt.
The naked dirt and mud covered man who was actually an Archangel lay on the ground panting, trying to catch his breath.
"Wow. That was one heck of a ride." a voice said right next to the angel's ear. "It was nice of dad to exploit a loophole like that and drop me in Witness Protection himself, but did he have to drag me through Hell backwards?"
The angel turned his head and found himself looking up at a casually dressed man of relatively short stature who was dressed in black jeans, and a black shirt with a green jacket thrown over it. The clothes appeared to be rather singed from their journey through Hell. The man who had light brown hair and hazel eyes that were more of an ambery gold color was looking down at a hole in his burnt shirt and frowning.
"Excuse me," the Archangel Gabriel who was still laying there naked as he hadn't yet had the presence of mind to clothe himself said. "But who are you?"
The stranger that Gabriel had the strongest feeling wasn't a talking monkey turned and looked at him in surprise. He then studied him a bit, and instead of answering his question, he started laughing. This naturally didn't endear the stranger to Gabriel who was used to receiving respect, even during his little stint in Hell. None of his brothers had ever laughed at him like that, and all of the humans he'd encountered had been too wary of him to do so either.
"I asked you a question!" Gabriel said as he stood up, dressing himself as he did so.
"You, " haha, "You," snerk, "Mean that you don't" snort "know?" the stranger choked out between laughs.
"Know what?" Gabriel asked.
"Oh, man. I knew that Father had a sense of humor when he went and created the duck-billed platypus for me, but this takes the cake." the stranger said when he finally brought his laughter under control.
It was in that moment Gabriel knew. Gabriel knew that while he was unique and the only Archangel Gabriel in the universe, he wasn't the only Gabriel in existence, and that didn't count the number of talking monkeys who had been given his name. Father had apparently dumped this other Gabriel here to show him how unimportant he was to him in the grand scale of things.
"You don't look very dignified for an Angel of Death." he finally said as he straightened out the collar of his coat after taking measure of the other Gabriel.
"That's because back home death is Death's job." the other Gabriel replied with a smirk that immediately grated on his nerves as he caused a candy bar to appear with a snap of his fingers and bit into it.
There was something of an evil glint in the other Gabriel's eyes that sent a shiver up Gabriel's spine and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He had the feeling that if he tried to make a play for dominance right now when he was not yet back at the top of his game, he would lose, and lose badly. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Gabriel set about his task which was the prevention of the birth of the Nephilim.
Gabriel the Trickster watched the tall dark and lanky Gabriel of Death who seemed to revel in the fact that he lived with one wing dipped in blood depart, glad to see the back of him.
"What a dick." Gabriel said before viciously biting into his candy bar when his counterpart rounded a corner, departing from his sight.
He knew one being that he'd be knocking down a couple of pegs while he was here.