Request from Septiplier_Phan1384, Its pretty angst-y yo, so preapre for FEELINGS.

The last thing he remembered was the shattering of glass and bloodcurdling screams. Now, He stood in front of some being that told him this was death. The red headed man stared at his hands in there ghost like form.  What was evening happening? "You have a soul beyond gold, therefore I assign you to a random person to protect in there life." The being stated, This was all so confusing and Mark didn't really understanding what was happening, before this he was driving to his work as happy as could be and suddenly he was here, wherever this was and being told he was to protect another. However, If it meant going back to earth and seeing how things were without him, he'd do it. He felt awful, his poor family. Mark decided to do what was at hand because what else could he do? He clearly didn't have a protector in his life but he could protect another in there's. Soon there was a flash and he was in someone's house, it was cosy. He didnt know how to do the whole angel thing, could this person in this house see him? Hear him even? Only one way to find out. He peaked around the house, to find a green haired man sat on his counter top drinking something.

"Listen, I'm new to this guardian thing so like I hope you can hear me?" The man in question spat out his coffee, he had clearly startled him unintentionally. "Who's there?" Mark certainly didnt expect this man to have an Irish accent but it suited pretty well. He stepped in front of the man.

"You have hairy legs." He spoke, pointing to his exposed leg. The man laughed, shaking his head. "Jesus (Jaysus), what was in my coffee." He then jumped off the counter completely walked past Mark, regarding his presence. "I'm real, y'know. You can probably only hear my voice or something because you don't believe? I don't know man, this is wack." The angel shook his head even though the man in front of him couldn't see it. "Alright. Whats the deal here? I just start hearing voices now?" The green headed man spoke, crossing his arms. Mark didn't blame him for being confused, he was too. "I was assigned as your guardian, I died in a car crash this year and apparently, this is my duty to come back here and look after you. So play along green bean and imagine a super handsome, red headed guy standing in your kitchen." Mark sighed at the end.

The man took a breath and closed his eyes, what did he have to lose?  He opened his eyes and nearly passed out. There stood a "super handsome" red headed guy, in HIS kitchen. "Im Mark, By the way. Stop drooling." The Irish man wiped his mouth with another roll of his eyes. Mark was surprised this guy didn't have a septic eye or something due to the amount of eye rolling he did. "Jack. Sean, whatever." Jack then sat on his couch, his head in his hands. "This'll take sometime to get used too. So what, you just follow me everywhere? I cant believe this is happening" Mark sat with him. "I dont know, being a guardian never came with instructions." Jack made another coffee seeing as he spat his last one out. Mark joined him on sitting on the counter and they talked for awhile, the angel wondered if he'd grow wings or if other people could see him because if not, that'd take some explaining on Jacks part if they were out in public. Mark explained about his previous time on earth and it's tragic end. Jack just listened, sipping his coffee as he began to realize how time on earth should never be taken for granted. It stung that all Mark remembered last from the crash was screaming and shattering of glass.

"Wont you let me protect you? Nobody protected me." Jack put his coffee cup down with a clank from the marble counter top; The words seemed to cut Jack like a knife and he knew he couldn't refuse this offer. "Of course, its your duty I suppose. Im gonna hop for a shower, this is a lot to take in." The Irishman smiled weakly and walked off leaving the angel sat on his counter top.

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If Jack told people what he'd be doing in his spare time, they'd lock him in an asylum. "What did you do at the weekend?" "Oh y'know, played video games with my very own angel!" It even sounded crazy in his head but if this was the way things were he may as well embrace the crazy. Jack wouldn't admit it directly to Mark but he felt less alone now. Being in Ireland with not many people around really did take its tole. So far, Mark did a good job protecting Jack. And they bounded pretty well. It wasnt until the weekend in which Jack went out drinking and got a little out of hand, Mark dragging him back to the house as he sang his little Irish heart out. He flooped on the couch, giggling like a school kid. "Hey Markimoo?" He hiccuped out.

"Hmm?" The angel gave a hum, looking down at the Irishman. "As an angel can you still... you know." Jack said with a smirk on his face as his eyes wandered, it seemed the drunk Irishman had no shame as Mark was at a loss for words. "Jack go to sleep, oh my god." The angel shook his head as he turned the lights off. "Aw man, I was hoping to tell people I got laid by an angel." Jack said, finding his hands towards Marks chest and hitting him there playfully. "Sleep, you're drunk." Placing his hand back where it belongs, Mark lay beside the drunk man as they fell asleep.

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Mark never really knew why he had to protect Jack, out of all people - It had to be this loveable green headed dork, Mark wasnt complaining mind you. He grew to love the Irishman and they had a super close bond almost couple-like. It wasnt until a certain day, when they were walking together, Jack carrying groceries in his arms - at the top of the bag, a container stuck out ever so slightly, this was Jacks favorite thing in the world - Cake. They were too busy arguing over which cake was better, that they didnt notice a car speeding there way, things seemed to slow down as carnage broke loose. The car spun out of control, heading straight towards the Irishman and Mark dived in front of him - pushing him out of the way as the car collided into a pole with a catastrophic noise. Jack, shaken but unharmed wrapped his arms around Mark, who hugged him back and heard his heart racing. Jack shakily called the police and an ambulance as Mark went over to the car and realized something.

A red headed man was in the mangled drivers seat.

Mark - was in the drivers seat, at least his body was. It was then he realized why he was assigned Jacks guardian; it was to save him from being hit by Marks car. As the ambulance got here they scrambled to get the door off the car then his former body was dragged off in an ambulance. Mark watched on as Jack was checked over by medics and tried to take this all in. He wondered what happened to Jack in previous time; Did Mark hit him with his car? Did the Irishman die? What caused the accident? The main thing was Jack was safe and alive. Yet, Mark began to fade it seemed and it caused him panic was this it? was he truly dying?

...

He woke in a hospital bed, his heart racing as his family surrounded him. "I'm so glad you're awake, son." He starred at his hands, his real human fleshy bruised hands. "Where's Jack?" was the first thing that came out his mouth in a panicked hurried manor, His family seemed confused and he prayed that Jack was okay, that he really had saved him and it wasnt some dream. "Is that the young green haired man? He's okay, He's in the next room." Relief washed over Mark.

Jack was allowed in to see Mark as his family left them be, his arm in a sling as he smiled weakly. "You're alive!" Jack whisper-shouted and Mark laughed. "Against all odds." Marks head still spun from everything and it seemed each time he closed his eyes he saw a different outcome of the accident, he saw Jack dying in front of his eyes; and it terrified him. "I love you." Mark said out the blue, shocking Jack. "I love you too, Real life Angel."

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Mark would sometimes get bad nightmares though, like him not being able to save Jack and helplessly watching him be hit by Marks own car over and over again. The nightmares ended the same, with Jacks funeral and Mark waking up in bed next to Jack, sweating and heart racing. Then the Irishman would comfort him; telling him that he was an angel and Mark would hold him and be thankful that somehow, he managed to save the Irish delight and love of his life; and save himself.