A/N: Just saw Gabriel on Netflix…these were my thoughts on the final scene and a slight alternate ending. If you haven't seen the end, don't read it. Rated M for suicide.
"Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear…"
-Fallen, Sarah McLachlan
Falling. It's the last thing an angel feels.
Is this what you wanted, Father? Is this what your plan was? This betrayal? This emptiness, this pain?
All of them, just…gone. Raphael. Amitiel. Uriel. Ithuriel. Remiel. My heart pangs painfully. Michael. I look to my dead brother, his body sprawled at my feet, no longer the symbol of hope and light that I had always known. My brother, my beloved general…I briefly touch his face, looking down into his eyes. No longer pale white, but a pure, intense, glowing blue. I close his eyelids and force back a hopeless sob at his sacrifice. My hand finds my chest, the hole in my shirt, and I can still feel the warmth of his touch upon my human skin.
I stand at the precipice, my knees hitting the rail. I know behind me is the abyss, the darkness, death. Turning my face up to the sky, I spread my arms wide, emotions surging through me, so intense, so pure, so violent…spurred by the ultimate betrayal of a brother, followed by his ultimate sacrifice.
He changed, Father. At the last minute, when it mattered…he changed. Forgive him.
My mind is made up. I know what I must do.
Distant voices echo in my head, their orders clear…except this time, the only voice I hear is my own.
My brothers and sisters lie dead in this city. I am alone, the last of my kind.
What is the point, Father? To return to you, to cold indifference, while the bodies of my beloved siblings are left to rot?
Glancing behind me, I see the abyss, and the street, far below. I turn my face up to the sky, squinting to keep back the tears.
"Forgive me, Father," I whisper. I squeezed my eyes shut, spread my arms, and sucked in a deep lungful of air.
And then, I fell.
Falling…it's the last thing an angel feels. It's all I feel. The wind roars in my ears, but for once, the voices in my head are silent.
The only voice I hear is my own.
I am Gabriel, the spirit of truth.
I am the last of my kind.
I have lost all that I hold dear, all that has ever meant anything to me.
I chose to fall of my own free will.
Pain erupts in a white-hot flame that consumes my form, and then blessedly, all goes black.
This is my punishment.
Or so I thought.
Something is wrong – my eyelids slowly turn white. My body feels warm, though I am detached from it. Hesitantly, I crack an eyelid, expecting to find myself in hell.
Instead, I see something I never thought I'd see again.
Bright blue eyes smile down at me from a familiar face sporting chiseled features and shoulder-length golden hair. He reaches down to grasp my hand, and I gape at him, hardly believing my eyes.
"Welcome home, little brother."
E/N: If you like it, let me know. I can continue, but for now, this is just a one-shot.