I saw Raphael drag Scarlet off after school. I stayed with Tony and made sure he was safe. But it's been hours. Okay, maybe that's a little of an exaggeration. It's been an hour. But something doesn't seem right.

I glance at Tony's house. Nothing out of the ordinary. Grey is over there with the others right now. He'll be safe. I can risk going out to find out what's going on. With a last quick glance at the house and head out.

I don't know where to even begin to look. There's one thing I can try that might work. I can use my halo as a sort of locator. It might not work on Raphael but it will for Scarlet. So I rush to the last place I saw them and twist my halo ring a few times, concentrating on what I want it to do. After a deep breath, and lots of hoping it would work, I close my eyes and move my hand around. My halo grows warmer the closer to the correct direction so I follow the heat.

I walked a long time. I kept a steady pace incase I would run into something. And with my eyes closed I could hear a lot more and a lot farther. So I focus on my hearing and following the path my halo leads me on. It's slow, but I don't have a lot of options. If she's as bad as Raphael says she is, I'm not entirely sure he can eliminate this threat by himself.

After a while I hear something, or rather someone. Really it was just groaning and it sounded like kicking leaves, but it was still unmistakable. The sound of an idiot who got beat up because he was stupid. I open my eyes and start picking up the pace. It sounded like he was in bad shape. I stopped using my halo and just trusted my senses.

I nearly stop when I see him. His dark shirt is ripped in many places. He wi covered in blood. His hair is a wreck and it looks like he's having trouble supporting himself. He is leaning against a tree, his weight completely off one of his legs. They had obviously gotten into quite the fight. I can't tell who the winner is from what he looked like, but it doesn't look good. So I keep going.

"You took your time Angel," comes Raphael's raspy voice. He coughs and looks up at me. I think he tries to smirk, it's hard to tell.

"What happened?" I ask seriously.

"What does it look like? We had a fight." His tone is bordering on sarcastic. I'm guessing it's a coping mechanism, so I'm assuming that means he lost.

"Thanks, it's not like I couldn't see that for myself," I comment, matching his tone. I take this chance to smirk. It's not everyday I see him needing help.

He tries to laugh but it comes out as a cough. "You should see the other one." That response is so unoriginal I can't believe he actually said it. I roll my eyes. "So you gonna help me or what?"

I sigh, "Where are you hurt? Is it bad?" All jokes aside, if he was asking for help it had to be bad.

"Do you really think I'd ask you for help if it wasn't?" He spits a response. Which is basically what I expected him to say.
With a frustrated sigh I nod. I step forward and take his weight from his bad leg. "I can get us there faster," I tell him. I try and take as much of his body weight as possible and prepare for the run ahead of us. Running isn't the best idea, his injuries could be made worse by all the jostling. Flying would be better, but I don't have my wings. It will still be fast with the strength of my kind.

"There?" Raphael asks. And that's all he gets out before I take off. There's nowhere else to go, I take him to the house. I'm hoping that the protections Grey and I put up won't kill him because he's only half Fallen. Or maybe me dragging him across the perimeter half dead counts as consent or an invitation to be within the boundary lines. That would be very convenient.

We arrive at the edge of the property, of our defenses, and I stop and pause. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?" He asks.

I take a deep breath and look around. "Let's hope this works," I whisper, mostly to myself.

Unfortunately he heard me. "Hope what works?" His voice sounds slightly panicked and confused.

I don't give him an answer. Or a chance to say anything else. I step over the boundary, "I grant permission," I whisper. Just in case. As I drag him with me. Given that he didn't implode, I'm going with the assumption that it worked.

I pull him inside with me and into the kitchen. I pull out a stool with my foot from the counter and kinda just dropped him on it. He grunts from the impact. I start rushing around looking for supplies to patch him up with. I must have been completely focused because I didn't hear the footsteps of the very angry Guardian entering the kitchen behind me.

"What is he doing here?!"

I drop what's in my hands and spin around in shock. Grey is standing in the entrance to the kitchen. His broad shoulders block out most of the light from the room behind him. His expression is one of anger and betrayal. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest and his jaw was set. In short, he was large, tense, and very angry. Basically the last thing I need to deal with right now.

"It wasn't my idea to come here buddy, so I guess we're both disappointed." My head snaps to Raphael when he decides to stupidly open his mouth. I take it back, that was the last thing I needed. I close my eyes and take in a sharp breath out of shear frustration at the situation.

"You going to answer my question Seraph?" Grey demands.

My eyes snap open, I'm done playing games. An anger builds inside me and I know I'm probably about to say a lot of things I'm going to regret later if I don't stop myself now. I take a slow controlling breath and let it out. Then I bend down and collect the first aide supplies I had dropped earlier. "I know what you're going to say," I say to Grey as I lay out the supplies on the counter next to Raphael and turn on a light so I can get a better look at his wounds.

"I highly doubt that," Grey tries to interrupt.

I don't give him the chance to go on. I start ripping the remains of Raphael's shirt off so I can access his wounds. "Hey!" Raphael cries. Honestly I think it's more out of annoyance than anything else. I shoot him a look that showed I'm in no mood to shut him up. He snaps his jaw shut and hold his hands up in surrender.

"Either help me Grey or get out. We can talk about this later. When we're both in clearer heads." I emphasize the last sentence. I get a wet washcloth and start scrubbing the blood away from Raphael's shoulder. He hisses in pain and tenses but eventually relaxes.

"Can I at least know what happened? Or why?" Grey questions, definitely frustrated with me now.

I huff, "Fine! There's another Fallen in town. She's strong and powerful. And this idiot just barely escaped her in a fight." I point at Raphael for emphasis.

"Hey! Don't call me an idiot! It wasn't supposed to be a fight! I wasn't-" Raphael starts to protest and squirm from under my hands to talk very animatedly.

I shove his hands aside and keep working, curing him off. "And I found him. Now would you please help me? I think something's wrong with his leg. Check it for me." I command Grey. He stands there staring at me in astonishment for e few beats more while I continues to scrub as much blood from Raphael's torso as I could. But eventually he sighs and takes a few steps closer to us and kneels down by Raphael's legs.

I assume he starts poking and prodding, not that I can see from my angle, because Raphael starts jerking away from us. I have to grip his shoulders to keep him from moving too far away, or falling off the stool, more than once.

By the time I have as much blood as I can get off gone, Grey stands back up. "I think there's a fracture just above his ankle. It'll have to be the last thing we do," Grey states seriously.

I nod and start reaching for more supplies. Grey gets there before me and takes cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. He hands them to me and moves to take a bowser look at all the gashes on Raphael's torso. Without hesitation I start dapping the now wet cotton balls on the nearest gash to me. Raphael tenses but doesn't say anything.

"Some of these are pretty deep. He's probably going to need stitches," Grey says while looking over some of the more severe gashes. He pokes around a few, causing pain. I think it's mostly just because he doesn't like Raphael or the situation. I glance at him and nod to show that I understand what he just said. "Who's going to do the sewing?" Grey asks seriously.

I shrug. I've never had to give stitches before. We are all taught basic combat medics, and that falls in it somewhere. But I've never actually had to use any of it. Grey would probably be better at it than me anyway.

After that we start working as a team to disinfect his wounds and stitch up the really bad ones. Grey ends up giving the stitches while I do my best to help and hold Raphael steady. Now all that was left was his leg.

"How are we going to do this?" I ask. Normally on one of our kind we would just use our halos to knit the bone back together. But we can't use halo magic on someone like him.

"We could just try it and see what happens," Grey suggests.

"You can't! You can't use your halos on this. You can't use halo magic on me," Raphael warns, a twinge of panic in his voice. Or maybe I was imagining that.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Grey questions. "Can't you just fix it yourself?" I try not to interrupt Grey. He's mad enough. Even still, what was the point in patching him up this far if Grey just wanted to kill him anyway? Grey needs to seriously take a step back.

"No, I can't. But she can," Raphael states, pointing at me.

I look back at him confused. Then I look between both of the men in front of me. I was really confused. And apparently so was Grey. At least I wasn't the only one.

"She can heal me without her halo," Raphael states confidently. Even if he was telling the truth I wouldn't know how.

"Just try it. Let's see if I'm right," Raphael encourages.

I glance at Grey who shrugs. "He might be crazy, but what do we have to lose?" He holds out his hand, telling me to give him my halo ring.

I pull it off and hand it to him. Then I approach Raphael and his injured leg. I kneel down and grip the swollen pat that Grey had ripped the pants leg away from. I concentrate on fixing the fracture. I think about it really hard until all doubt left my mind and I am only thinking about my task at hand. Everything else falls away in my mind. I feel my palms heat up and saw the light leaking through the gaps between my fingers. It stops and I know it's done. I'm about the stand up when my head spins and I feel really dizzy. My vision starts to go and I shut my eyes as I hit the floor.