Hellsfire

Chapter Seven

The morning is bright and clear. Levi must have forgotten to close his curtains last night because sunlight is streaming in to blind him and condensation is dripping down onto his carpet. He rolls over and pulls the covers back over his shoulders and-

Something appears next to him. Someone.

"Levi you have to wake up please it's very important-" Shep shakes him, pushing off his covers.

"I'm awake already." Levi rubs his eyes and groans. What's Shep even doing here? It's like 11am and that is way too early for anyone to be out of bed.

Also, apparently Shep can just teleport into Levi's house? Either that or Levi was asleep and Shep broke in. They're both equally weird.

"I need you to get up and look really uh- presentable? In about 5 minutes, my boss is coming soon and-"

"Oh, shit." Levi rolls off the bed and stands up. "This is the boss I promised I'd cover you for, right?"

"Yes."

"Right." Levi stretches and goes to his wardrobe. "So I just have to make myself look like I've been awake for hours. In five minutes."

"Exactly."

"Well, fuck." None of his shirts are ironed, at least half of them aren't even clean, all his good shirts are on his floor somewhere...

Shep stares at the pile of clothes on the floor, looking mildly panicked and desperate.

"I'll be back in a second."

"Wha-"

Shep disappears. Has he always been able to do that? He's never done that before. God, he probably can just teleport himself straight into Levi's room.

He's not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Levi scans the piles of clothes. There's legitimately nothing here that looks even remotely presentable, the best he has is a plain black t-shirt, everything else is too old or big or small or it has some edgy band logo on it from when he was 15. So. Not presentable. Levi takes the black shirt from the wardrobe and pulls it on.

Shep reappears in front of him with a white shirt. A fancy one. It has a collar and everything.

"Did you steal that?"

"It's mine." Shep undoes the buttons and pulls it onto Levi. "Alright. Good. We're good. Presentable."

"Is presentation a big deal for angels?"

"Dear lord, yes."

This shirt is more comfortable than any of Levi's clothes. He didn't know shirts could be this comfortable. It probably cost more than everything that's on his floor right now, and that's saying a lot, because his jeans are buried somewhere in that pile.

"Alright. Just. Act natural. You're not supposed to know I'm an angel. Do not mention our deal."

"Good plan."

"I was supposed to be using this five minutes to come up with a human excuse for Bantam to come here but- we'll work it out when she asks. It doesn't matter. Improvise. It's all g-"

There's a knock at the door.

"Fuck," they both say at the same time. Levi kicks a pile of clothes under his bed as Shep pulls open the door.

"Hello, Shepherd," says the woman as she strides in the door. Levi doesn't know what sort of human excuse there would be for someone to walk into a stranger's apartment with that much confidence. "And...Steve, is it?"