Chapter Nine

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Tyler had convinsed Justin to try getting some sleep after he had drank the rest of the "concotion" that I had brewed up for him. Justin was curled up in a small ball, perfectly like when he was a baby. I had to dry my eyes from the memories that came back to me with vengence.

Justin and I, as kids, playing out near the woods, riding horses, and just being young and child-like. Justin, when mom first came home with him, sleeping peacefully the way he would...the way the little baby with thin blonde hair would turn over in his sleep and hold onto you, a teddy bear, or even your finger...

It was the little things of Justin that I loved. My baby brother....

It was shortly after Justin's birth that our biological father bolted. Mom tried her hardest to tell Justin that it wasn't his fault, but he never believed her. He always blamed himself. Part of me thinks that is exactly why Justin turned to Lucifer and the powers of Hell.

I sat outside on the steps of the Infurmary. Tyler soon joined me, sitting on the same step as me, by my side. I looked out to the other Angel's. None of them turned to look at us, not even those who knew me best. Clearly the mortal's presence was scaring them from "Gods" rath.

"How is he?" I asked, looking over to Tyler.

Tyler sighed and looked up at the soft, pale blue sky, which was always free of clouds. "He's still passed out. It's going to take a while for him to wake up, I think. Especially since it was his muscles."

I nodded in understanding and sighed, looking down at my hands, seeing where Tyler used to grip onto my arm and hold it. "So he should be okay?"

Tyler smiled and covered my hands with his. "He'll be fine...besides, a muscle being torn is not going to kill him."

I turned, a slight glare in my eyes, and I took a swing at him. He grabed my wrist, holding me close to him, laughing a bit. His laugh was pretty contagious, and soon I had joined him in his laughter, my hand on his shoulder, hanging onto it. I looked at him, his eyes lifting from the darkness of Lucifer. I knew I was close to cracking through the control that Lucifer had on him. I was so close!

"Skylar?" he asked, locking eyes with me.

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever change, okay?"

I smiled. "Never will dream of it."

Tyler returned the smile, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Good, because you don't have to."

I blushed and turned my head off to the side. "Then neither can you."

"Not even if it's for the better?"

I looked over to him. His tone had stated playfulness, but his eyes were stating something different....they were stating sadness. I shook my head. "No, if it's for the better, then by all means, change."

He grined as did his eyes. I think Heaven was turning into a much needed therapy section for them. What I was worried about though was once their memories where cleared and they believed that this whole thing was just a giant dream, what was going to happen? What would happen to Justin and Tyler once we got back down?

I think Tyler had picked up on more of my vibes, and took my face into his hands, making me look at him. "Don't worry to much, okay?"

"Can't help it..." I stated, with a slight laugh.

Tyler smirked and slightly shook his head. "You are a nutcase..."

I smiled and shruged, leaning back a bit and letting the sun hit my skin. I hardly get opportunities to just sit and relax, let alone with good company. Tyler's aura felt warm beside me, reminding me that he was still by my side, even if we weren't talking.

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