Brave New World

One - I Fall Out of Heaven (Part Three)

We walk down one of the many hallways of the Enterprise - well, I walked, and Taylor stormed. She was walking like a true angel looks like they would walk. Angry at the world, that kind of thing. Which explains her mood.

"We need to go downstairs." She stops and looks at me with tears pooling in her eyes.

"There's no stairs on the Enterp- oh. You mean hell."

"I need my dad to be alive. The world needs him alive more than it needs me. I need to sell my soul."

"That's unnecessary, Taylor. There has to be another way."

"There could be; if my dad was in hell, then I could drag him out. But he's definitely in heaven."

Well, then, even you can't fly that high, can ya?" I ask with a smile on my face.

"Don't you think I would have thought of that?" She gives me a look of humiliation of my stupidity, but I know she's not looking at me with hatred or contempt.

We fly back to a roadhouse on Earth, where Dean seems to have a crush on one of the blonde bartenders (shocker) and him and Sam seem to also have a strong relationship with her mom. I share a milkshake with Taylor, but Sam and Dean look way too perplexed to be anywhere near hungry.

"What case is so hard that even the Winchester brothers can't solve it, huh?" Taylor asks as she shifts over to look over - under, more so, he's like 6'7"! - Sam's shoulder, to see what is flashing up on the laptop he just opened.

Dean must have been the last one on the computer, because what comes up on the computer that I can see is not something Sam would be looking up, I hope. Sam clicks the little red "x" in the top left as fast as humanly possible, maybe faster.

"Sorry about that." Sam says in his husky voice, combing his hair behind his ear and then shaking his head so that the hair falls back into place. What the hell does he think he is, a freaking ray of sunshine?

"Nothing I haven't seen before." Taylor and I say in unison. I give her a look of disgust, and she just smiles placidly back at me.

"Well, we have to go now, to deal with some family business." Sam and Dean look at me when I say that. "Let's go, Taylor," I say to my fiance.

She gets up, takes my hand, and we walk out of the roadhouse beaming at each other.

I push open the door with my free hand,  yelling, "Bye!" over my shoulder at Dean and Sam as we shut the door.

"Hello, there!" We hear a voice outside the roadhouse. There is a tall and lanky man with a pinstripe suit on and spiked hair that must have pounds of gel in it - I wish I had hair like that -  and a short blonde girl with a pink dress that was hard to look at and was holding his hand.

"Hi..." I respond with an awkward smile.

"I'm the Doctor, and this is Rose." He holds out his hand to shake it. I do, but hesitantly.

"Hi. You see, we're not having the best day-"

"We know. That's exactly why we're here." Rose says.

"What do you mean?" Taylor may seem tough, funny, and sarcastic on the outside, but her eyes are welling up with tears and I can tell she's so desperate for her father that she would hop into a telephone box with a couple strangers.

"We can save him."

"No, you can't. We even talked to an angel, which pretty much knows all a person can know about heaven, and he said there was absolutely no way to get him out."

"But they didn't incorporate a Time Lord, now did they?"

"He didn't talk about anything of the sort."

"Well, I'm anything of the sort, then."

"A Time Lord? I mean, I know Dylan's a mermaid and my dad-" She chokes up a little, "-is the captain of a starship, but that sounds like sci-fi to me."

"No matter how it sounds, it's true!" Rose pipes up.

"This box, the T.A.R.D.I.S., it can go anywhere anytime. Literally." the Doctor continues.

Taylor looked at me. I gave the slightest nod. "We'll come with you." We say in unison.

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Heaven was pretty cool, I gotta say. Even with the circumstances. It doesn't sit on clouds, like some of the lore implies, but it looks like purgatory, except for all the spirits, anyway.

I saw some spirits I recognized, like Presidents and singers and such. Then I spotted him. James Tiberius Kirk. "Taylor!" I look over my shoulder for her, but I look back at Kirk and she is clinging on to him.

"I got him, Dylan. I got him." I smile at the joy in her face, but weep at the sadness. "Why can't we just stay here?"

"Taylor, someone will find us here eventually; we gotta get your dad out of here and go!"

"Alright. But next time, we don't fly millions of miles at a time, please." She lifts him, which is easier than a human being, but she looks at me for support.

I take him over my right shoulder and take Taylor's right hand, and she starts to fly. But a hand grasps Kirk's foot, and pulls me and Taylor along with it.

"You're not going anywhere."

Taylor must have gotten a glimpse of his face, because she uttered the words: "Lucifer. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" Fury takes over her emotions and she flings herself at him.

Since he's technically also an angel, he must also have weird physco powers, and he flings her to the wall at least 50 feet away with just a blink of an eye in a blink of an eye.

I see blood sprouting before I black out, falling out of heaven.