Burning Blood [Crybaby Creek sequel]

Impossible

"That is ridiculous! There are no such things as angels. If there are then prove it."

I blinked and repaired all my burns.

"Ok, that's not normal...Sherlock?"

He was scanning me, as if looking for something.

"Would you like me to take my dress off so you may examine me with even more scrutiny?" My voice was thick with sarcasm, but still the detective nodded.

I shrugged and unzipped the back.

"Pay close attention now." I let the dress drop and spread my wings over me within the same millisecond.

John fell back into his own chair and Sherlock stood straight up. He put his hand on my left gold wing and stroked it. I closed my eyes because it felt very nice. Then he did something I should have expected. He yanked on it, pulling a couple feathers.

"Ow! What the Purgatory?" I looked at the tiny bald spot and frowned. "That hurt. Why did you do that?"

Sherlock was inspecting a feather.

"Looks real, but it has to be a trick." He muttered. I turned around and showed him where they connected to my back. He placed his hands on the top ones, and squeezed. I took this opportunity to fly on top of big ben.

"Aaah! This is not real!" I felt him kick against my legs. I sighed.

"Don't let go." I flew back into the flat, facing a confused John.

"Wha- where did- how?" He was flustered.

"Like I said, angel. Sherlock you might not poop for a week so be prepared for that. Those weren't meteors, they were angels. Dozens of angels falling from heaven.

"If you are an angel, then why would you go on a date with me? Who was that guy you were with? You said he was your dad, is he God?"

I started to laugh.
"No. You said he was my dad. He is technically my husband."

"Husband..and he let you come?"

"John, they obviously have some arrangement going on."

"No, we aren't married in earth terms. On our home planet we choose our names after we finish school, the names we are given are our secret. Marriage is the sharing of eachother's names."

"Planet? But that means your aliens...you said you were an-"

I sighed, then continued to tell them exactly what I was.
At the end they stared at me like I was crazy.

"Prove it." Sherlock said. I grabbed their shoulders.

"Wrong thing to say." I flew them into the Tardis.

They stumbled and turned around when they saw the consol.

"Doctor I'm back!" My voice rang through the Tardis, creating echoes in side corridors.

He ran in behind us wearing some sort of golden glasses.

"Riley did you see that? That so called meteor shower? That should not have happened! The Tardis couldn't pick it up!"

"It wasn't a meteor shower." I said.

"I know, but that's the thing I don't know what it was. I had the Tardis search it, but it came up with only one other account of such 'meteors'. It was over-"

"Nine thousand years ago. I know Doctor. It's not a meteor shower." He finally looked at us.

"What's wrong? Why were you crying? Did you do something to her!?" He pulled the sonic out and pointed it in his face.

"Doctor. What are you gonna do with that, assemble a cabinet at him? It isn't his fault." I wiped my face as I spoke. He turned to Sherlock.

"Doctooor stop sonic screwdrivering our guests!"

"Why did you bring them here if you didn't want me to sonic them?" I rolled my eyes and told him what happened at Trafalgar square.

"It wasn't just in London, it was all over the world. If it was angels then-"

"Every angel that was in heaven fell to earth. Every. Single. Angel. They were screaming, some of them still are. They don't know what to do, most haven't even been to earth for a few millenia. They are going to start killing eachother off, I just know it!"

I started to cry at the noise of my brothers and sisters crying out lost and confused.

"They are angels, they'll be fine." I shook my head at the Doctor's words.

"No. They will destroy themselves. Form factions and fight....a few will convert to human life but,  they will be killed." I was searching into time for the answers.

"Metatron.....used Castiel....to make a spell that casts all the angels out...."

"Castiel, as in your...surrogate..?" Sherlock finally spoke up.

"Umm yeah....crap... he is human. I'll be right back." I left them to fetch Cass and came right back.

"Riley. I know that this seems bad, but I am not a leader for the angels." He sounded as if he was expecting me to ask him to lead.

"Crap...I went a little far into your future didn't I Cassy. That's the problem with flybys."  Cass was bleeding in a few places, but nothing too serious.

"You still have your wings...how?"

"I was on earth when they fell, I also have no need to be connected to heaven. Enough about me, what are you going to do as a human? I'll fix you up."

I then took out a  knife and made a small diagonal slit beside my jugular. I pulled out the light blue grace that I had grown many years ago.

"Open up." I placed it in his mouth and watched as it took over. His eyes flashed light blue and his cuts healed.

"Sorry about the wings. One burned when I died, the other was chewed off by Leviathan." I put some clothes on with a blink of an eye and unwrapped mine.

"You are missing a couple feathers." He observed tilting his head a little.

"Yeah, that was Sherlock. It's not like I fell from heaven and they were burned off. Not nearly that bad."

"Why exactly are we all here? Where is here?" John asked. The Doctor pressed a few buttons and pulled a lever, I turned some knobs and toggled a few switches in time with him. The engines started up.

"This is the Tardis." He said while flipping some switches.

"That's Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. It's a spaceship that is bigger on the inside and can travel anywhere in the universe." I hit a bell.

"And throughout time! She is my ship, she is also very delicate and complicated so hands off the consol!"

"That is impossible! There is no such thing as Time travel or aliens or angels or demons. They don't exist! We aren't really here, we are in our flat and this person had given us something."

"So rather than think there is more than just detective work you are going to accuse her of drugging us. That is so you." The engines stopped.

"Go on. Leave." I said. Sherlock opened the doors and looked out onto the beauty of  space.

"That's impossible." He whispered.

"That is beautiful." John was transfixed.

"Sure is. Now, if ya'll don't mind. I'm going to shock the little scribe. I'll be back later."