Post Finale (#Wattys2016)

Birth of Guardian Scott

A/N: So after the turn of events, Scott's back. I know that a lot of people were upset when Scott died. So I figured that this was a good way to reintroduce Scott.

Disclaimer: All rights to Becca Fitzpatrick

Scott POV:

I woke up in a strange place surrounded by strange things. I was in a white bed surrounded by white walls. There was no color. Except the sheets were turning red, the red started covering the bed and turning everything in its path red. The door, however, remained white. I found it strange. I removed the blanket from my body and sat on the edge of the bed.

I stood up on my bare feet and stumbled towards the door. It opened on its own once I stood in front of it. Behind the frame, a dark man in a police suit extended his arm, "Welcome to the land of the living," The man smiled a sad smile, "You have been away for three years. Your external wounds remain, but the internal have been healed. Welcome back to the living world as a guardian angel, Scott Parnell."

My name is Scott Parnell. I am a Guardian angel. I don't really remember my past but its no longer hazy. The memories return ever so slowly. Archangel Basso has given me life and another reason to live. As a Guardian, I am able to save people and do Good. I have a weird sensation that my life before wasn't a very good one and yet my charge has not been born yet. I was going to have two but one of them were dropped. The remaining charge however is to be born to a former archangel and a leader of the Nephilim. Strange how this came to be, but they will be the parents of an angel hybrid.

I waited at the police station in Coldwater, Maine for Archangel Basso. In the waiting room, there were many adults. A woman with blonde hair walked into the station and locked eyes with me. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she cleared them and walked to the front desk. She spoke to the woman at the front desk in a quiet, yet sad voice, "I'm here to speak with Detective Basso about the death of my son."

The woman nodded and searched the computer for the woman's son, "I have it in the computer, ma'am," she said in a dull voice, "Ms. Linda Parnell?" Ms. Parnell nodded. Parnell? That's my last name. "Remain here in the waiting room; I'll page the detective that you are here." She nodded once again and she turned towards the seats. Her eyes locked onto mine once again, but I looked away this time.

Ms. Parnell walked towards the row of seats in front of me and sat directly across from me. I casually glanced up at her and asked, "Are you okay?" Tears threatened to fall, but all she did was nod.

She looked down at the floor and asked in a wobbly voice, "What are you here for?"

I shrugged, "Ar- Detective Basso called me in for a debrief on a mission we are going on soon. I'm a detective in training. What are you here for, ma'am?" I was trying to bring up a casual conversation. The more I kept talking to her, the more something about her jogged my memory. It was like I knew her, but it was more than that. It was like I had loved her in my past life.

Her tears began to fall and she quietly began to sob, but she soon go over it. She inhaled deeply and said, "My son, Scott, died three years ago. No one really knew how he died, but when they went to do the autopsy, his body was nowhere to be seen. Honestly, I believe this meeting is about them finding Scott -his body, anyways."

My stomach filled with dread. This woman lost her son. Her son died and she had no idea how and to make things worse, his body is nowhere to be seen. It was sad. I'm glad she has attempted to go on with her life. I reached my hand out to her to show her my sympathy, "I'm sorry about your son, ma'am. Truly I am. Have you found any happiness since his pass?"