Request from Mr Sandman otherwise known as 32waystoAutumn, back at it with the one word requests, although I used two for this oneshot. Anyways, hope you like it and hope it isn't too complex!

Thanks for all the love <3

One day, the one with the wings will fall upon us again.

Jack loves fairy-tales and urban legends as much as the next guy - but the sunflower ceremony he still finds a little hard to believe. Every year, the town gathers round a place where an apparent angel from space had once fallen - an angel that saved the town by reviving its crops, sending water and healing locals. Now in hopes the fallen one will return, the town plant a sunflower for each year the angel has been gone, there are currently ten sunflowers, for the ten years the supposed angel has been gone. Jack doesn't believe in angels but he does like seeing the sunflowers bloom and grow tall. Some even a cry for help here and there mixed in with a prayer or two. People asking for help from the fallen one, to help their sick relatives and loved ones. Jack thinks it has to be a charade some sort of scam to keep hope throughout the village.

Yeah, Jack doesn't have time for some nonsensical legend but the sunflowers do brighten the place up a bit. His mother would scold him if she heard him speaking bad about the tale, shes always been a beacon of hope not just for Jack but for the town too, resident nurse and helps bring food to shelters. The woman does everything. Jack doesn't think people need angels when you have people like his mother. He turns to her as she finishes planting the last of the seeds and smiles at her.

Jack knows the town has had its fair share of woes. Its written across countless walls; fallen ancestors - too many fallen from disease and famine. The town even years later is still recovering and the place is with lack of better term, poor. Jacks always tried to do his bit but can't change the world on on a few cents. Jack wants to save the town as much as everybody else but firstly wants to give his mother the better life she deserves. Caring Jack ever since he was young, whilst his beloved father worked on a farm down the road; out of business now - Caring for his father that then got sick, and suddenly it was just the two of them struggling from week to week.

Her mother had called for an angel then too, and perhaps because there was no response, is why Jack doesn't bother with all the tales. If the angel was true, it had come back by now to help the town once again, to save Jacks father.

Jack rests after a long day of work, cotton sheets a warm welcome - he knows he may oversleep tomorrow but hes done his fair share for work today - after the gathering in the town his mother cooked for almost every person, Jack serving countless people and feet too numb to be painful by the end of the day. It was nice serving those people, grateful for a home cooked meal, perhaps their only for the day. It made Jack feel good that was until he sat down and couldn't rise again from his feet and legs locking, a sure sign of a hard days work.

Now as he rests, he drifts off into a not so dreamless sleep.

Hes failing, failing and his heart is racing; he thinks hes going to land with a thud or maybe fall through whatever he does land on; but - soft petals greet him as he lands, failing almost gracefully onto bright yellow sunflowers; some petals in his hair as he gets up, legs a little jelly from the fall. The place is unfamiliar; dark landscape eloping the place as Jack eyes struggle to adjust.

Then baby blues fall upon a faceless figure; large shadow of wings cascading around the figure.

The only feature visible is raven hair and then comes a deep voice; and Jack thinks there's an angel standing in front of him.

"You have petals in your hair." Jack flusters as he ruffles his hair to get the petals out, the angel chuckling deeply beside him. Jack curses the fact he cannot gaze upon the features of the angel aside his hair.

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The angel does fall but not as expected. 

In fact, its a rather rude awakening for the angel; falling through the sky with a harsh landing. Raven haired mused and a stifled groan as hazel eyes open, glancing around the world as to where he may have fallen and what the objective is. Angels fall every now and then; like stars - colliding with the earth for a single purpose, be it watching over someone in their everyday life or saving someones life, bringing back hope - whatever it may be once the objective is complete the angel falls back into a deep sleep and the cycle repeats. Each angel is chosen for a different situation and it looks like its Marks turn.

An angel is someone perhaps snatched from the earth at any given time, too precious to spend their time on earth and needed for a greater purpose beyond the planet itself; plucked from their life and thrown into a new one; guarding others without limits of being an earth wanderer. And some lucky few get to live their life on earth and the rest above.

Mark gets up, stretching as he does so, trying to familiar himself with the area. He seems to be in the middle of nowhere, the sun below the horizon; as he looks around - following whichever direction his feet decide to take him in; wings tucked in as a defensive mechanism; breathing fresh air makes him feel almost dizzy like a fish straight out of water.

Also he feels way out of his depth as he walks around grazing his fingertips across tree bark and picking up leaves like hes never seem them before; he had spent twenty-six or so years on this earth but everything feels so strange like some kind of rebirth.

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Jack awakes to a bunch of voices outside his window and as he swats his curtains out the way hes about to shout at whoever it is and tell them to scram when he pauses; a bunch of people welcoming someone Jacks never seen before and hes very good with faces (especially attractive ones) He rises out of bed as to see what all the fuss is about - its very rare for the town to get visitors nowadays.

And yet there's something immediately settling as soon as Jack introduces himself to the raven haired man slightly shorter than him. The raven hair startles him almost; the same feature he gazed upon on the angel from his dream. Jack shakes out of it; he's been listening to the towns folk too much about all this angel malarkey.

But the way the sun cascades around him in soft halos has Jack pausing for a moment, all thoughts beforehand coming to a stop. Snapping back to the present he flushes and gives a nod of his head in lieu of an apology for staring, the outsider, Mark, just laughs in return.

"Why don't you show the boy around, dear?" One of the old woman ask, catching Jack off guard but he agrees anyway - it seems only fair, Jack just hopes the older women weren't giving him too much hassle.

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Their tour consists of mostly showing the outsider where he can stay, where the cafes are and how to get back and fourth from the little village in the middle of nowhere. Their final stop is where all the sunflowers are sprouting and the plaque dedicated to the once fallen angel. The man seems to pause their for more than a moment; gazing upon the words written in stone and the numerous sunflowers - titling his head so.

Mark wonders if perhaps another angel had fallen here before - and if so, why is he here instead of that angel. Countless questions - not enough answers.

Jack seems to get the hint, realizing the strangers confusion.

"Long ago, an apparent angel fell upon the town; reviving it and helping the locals and now that our town is becoming dire again, people pray for the angel to return. The sunflowers planted are for each year the angel has been gone."

Mark thinks that perhaps the angel who fell here ten years ago (he counts the sunflowers) may not have done enough and left too eary. Mark supposes its up to him now, to set the village back on course for the better. It seems the man beside him doesn't believe in the story; judging by his somewhat lack of interest in the place. Mark decides to keep his angel features underwraps for now around the towns boy. Last thing he needs is a non believer driving him away when the town needs his help. Mark isn't sure where to start, perhaps reviving the farm which has worn out windows and grass growing out of the top of its roof. Bring some medicines in and reviving those who may need.

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Jack seems to be everywhere Mark goes, though he signed up for reviving the farm and spends the day working there, the man in question showing up to ask him what hes doing. Mark simply throws him a paint brush and the pair work in silence. Mark can tell that the townsfolk rely on Jack perhaps more than they care to admit, if Mark wasn't an angel himself, he'd probably mistake Jack for one too.

"Why are you suddenly helping an unknown town out?" Jack asks, breaking the silence between the two - Mark can understand his suspicions, he is an outsider after all.

"I just wished to help out, it seems the place could need it."

"Surely that is not an outsiders concern." Jack utters, cold as he chucks his paint brush into the paint bucket, splashing paint onto the floor.

"I'm just trying to help." Mark utters, honestly.

"We have enough help." Jack murmurs, wondering out the barn.

Perhaps there's been some betrayal from outsiders in the past - or maybe the boy is just colder than Mark has once thought.

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Jack leaves the barn in a rush, an old woman that works in the market informing him his mother had collapsed in the middle of the town and suddenly Jacks running before she even finishes her sentence.

Jack arrives at the scene countless people surrounding his mother, he pushes them out the way; wondering where the doctor is and almost bursts into tears as she looks so frail laying on the crowd unconscious as she is. Jack tells the people to back off, leave room for when the doctor decides to show up. Its like there's a large grandfather clock ticking away in Jacks head as each moment passes and his mother lays there; each second echoing.

Mark arrives, because of course he does and Jack is beginning to think the raven haired man is just after some praise or worship as he bends down a 'let me help' on his lips, angering Jack slightly.

"What can you do?! Unless you're some kind of miracle work-" He pauses mid sentence as dark, raven wings which match his hair reveal themselves; feathers falling from them like a birds as he does so; the feathers falling upon his mother and within seconds, her eyes open and she smiles softly at Jack eyes conveying an apology - and then the angel is nowhere to be seen.

Jack doesn't have time to think about what happened as he fusses over his mother, making sure she has no broken bones and she assure her shes fine, just overworked herself.

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After his mother is asleep and the moon is out, Jack goes looking for the missing angel from earlier. Some of the townsfolk that are still wondering are murmuring rumors of said angel returning, going quiet as soon as their eyes wonder onto Jack - he just passes a smile, as he continues looking. The town seems brighter tonight under the moonlight; business seem like they're thriving in the night light somehow, the red barn at the back eye catching.

Jack wonders in the woods surronding the village and finally, he finds the angel sat there; raven wings in full view as the moonlight creates a rather fighting halo of light around him; and Jacks a little breathless. A tig breaks from underneath his feet and the angel is turning his head as soon as he sees Jack, inviting him over with a mere gaze.

Jack is drawn in like a moth to a light; almost floating over to the angel and sitting beside him as he gazes upon the moonlight above.

"I'm sorry." Jack utters, he shouldn't have been so cold - but hell, he didn't believe in angels this morning and hes a little mad that the angel hadn't made an appearance beforehand nor did he make himself known until now.

"I am here for the purpose to help. And yet, you seem more like the angel here than me." Mark utters into the night more-so than at Jack himself - the sentence catches him off guard.

"You have helped already; When the angel fell here it was a beacon of hope for everybody, a sign of better times." Jack utters; even if he hadn't believed it, he knew what the angel had once meant to the town.

"The angel previously didn't do enough." Mark rises, a promise hidden beneath words. Jack understands, rising with him - a hand wandering to the one by the angels side, holding it in show of support.

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Since then, things start to look up and the town begins to thrive at the hands of the pair working together; bringing the locals together and more and more people seem to act like the town exists - less people are getting subjected to disease and more people off the streets. The barn is back up and running, turned into a milkshake and ice cream parlor and the sunflowers are in full bloom. Jacks mother has been given an award for most contribution to the city and Jack feels unstoppable with Mark by his side.

The pair sit in the woods as the moon is full above them; the light makes Jacks eyes look somehow bluer than they already are; sparkling akin to the stars and Mark stares for a moment too long. Theres an angelic aura around Jack as if he was one; he has all the traits to be - the way he cares so passionately for people and how he wishes to help at every opportunity. Maybe its just natural to him, programmed that way seeing as his mother has done a lot for the town too.

"Jack?" Mark asks, snapping himself out of his trance.

"When I have to go, take my role as an angel." The man in question tilts his head in confusion, not understanding what he means. Mark has tried his best to stay away from the spotlight and keep under wraps that hes a fallen angel, wishing for Jack to get the praise he deserves so, it seems his work has gone unrecognized as it just sort of a thing now; Jacks always there as a helping hand.

"You don't have to have wings and a halo to be an angel Jack, you said before the angel is about being a beacon of home and that's what you are." Its true; hope beams out of Jack like the sun above the trees in the morning - but the man seems to fluster under such words as if he doesn't know or believe them.

"Promise me?" Mark utters, feeling odd thinking about the time when he as to leave. Hes enjoyed being here; being around Jack, laughing and learning silly phrases he hadn't known before. He almost doesn't want to leave; knowing he'll be thrusted into a rest until hes rudely awoken again from someone needing his help. Maybe an angel is woken for a single person; perhaps Mark was awoken because Jack needed help, needed to realize how much of a good soul he is - Mark gets the feeling there aren't many like Jack here.

"I promise." Jack breathes; thinking he isn't anything special - but the angel just seems to know certain things and somehow, Jack trusts his judgement knowing too well he wouldn't ask just anybody.

Jack is a somebody. Always has been. Mark had known that the moment he met him; eyes glancing up at him as if they had met before.

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The angel and Jack had an immediate connection from the minute he had appeared in his dream; an silhouette now a figure of a man, a beautiful beautiful man in all his angelic glory. The pair sort of match; opposites in some ways;

Deep caring Hazel eyes meet blue hues carrying the world inside them; raven hair blowing in the wind alongside Jacks cocoa kissed hair strands - same compassion shining through in everything the pair does - deep booming laughter shared. Jacks wings can only be seen by certain people; in certain people's eyes whereas with Marks jet black ones showing they're sort of hard to miss but with Jacks his halos and wings are only visible to a skilled eye or to those who are looking. Maybe Marks always looking.

Jacks cold exterior stems from his need to protect the people in the village and Mark understands now; that the cold shoulder is just a front Jack can never seem to keep for long the passion and care shining through the cracks almost always.

Marks certain he'll never meet another Jack, that's for sure.

Jack realizes that Marks time here is limited, even if he does create small problems to fix just to keep him around a little longer; drag the time out. Mark had explained that an angel is set out for one purpose and goal, once that is complete they are snatched from the planet until it calls upon them again, and some angels are lucky enough to escape with their memories of where they've been and the people they have met. Jack wishes, wants Mark to remember him but knows terms aren't that simple.

And yet here he is, still making more and more lamer excuses to keep the angel around, his company is compelling like Mark is the sun and Jack can't help but stare even if it damages his eyes in the long run.

The town still don't know who the angel is but know they have returned and the place is booming once again, his mother able to retire and relax for once, although she's still eager to help at bake sales and markets as much as Jack tells her not too.

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Good things of course, cannot last forever but god does Jack wish they would - as the angel receives his call that his object is complete and it is, the town is booming as much as the locals. Jack has always hated hellos and goodbyes; and its the same here, as they stand in the woods where Mark had fallen and where the pair spent many nights under the stars in however long its been.

"Thank you for everything." Jack utters, sincerely - a little more belief in his tone and heart.

"Its my job well, yours now." Mark thinks its always been sort of Jacks job to carry the town upon his shoulders but doesn't say so, maybe he already knows deep down. Jack gives a brisk nod, looking as though he thinks he isn't cut out for such a job when hes been doing it all this time.

Mark fulls a thick raven feather from his wings, wincing slightly as he does so - and places it in Jacks hands, a sort of goodbye without uttering the words and the man accepts, then wraps his arms around the angel.

And then there is no angel to hug, feather the only remainder; Jack breathes out a sigh, feeling like someone had just cut off a bunch of lights - like the connection had disappeared.

He fiddles with the feather as he heads back into town slowly. As he does so, there's a loud cheer that resembles his name - features colored with confusion, a local man from the sweet shop down the street Jack thinks he remembers him from offers a hand and a bow.

"I don't understand." Jack utters, shaking his hand anyway as he laughs as if Jack is supposed to know; like hes missing a joke.

"You're the fallen angel." The man mutters and before Jack gets to correct him hes being thrusted towards the crowd, being praised endlessly and questioned about the tale.

Mark wanted him to have the credit Jack deserved, so may have spread a little rumor or two.