A/N: Thank you to LadyViper for looking
it over to make sure it was not totally a stupid
idea (*g*),and to the awesome Rhonda for helping
me pick the perfect guardian angel name and for
betaing this short fic. Rated G.
The sun slowly set in the background as JD
stepped into the church, his footsteps echoing
in the deserted building. The young man glanced
around the small room, immediately noticing he
was alone. He walked forward and took a seat in
a front pew. He removed his bowler hat, running
a weary hand through his dark hair. His gaze
wandered to the cross hanging above the pulpit
while his thoughts drifted back to the recent
gun battle. If it wasn't for the fact that the
outlaw's gun jammed, he wouldn't be sitting
there. He thought he would've been down at the
undertakers in a wooden box. Just the idea sent
a chill through the young lawman. He had been
close to death before, but for some reason this
time really shook him up.
"Everything all right, JD?" asked Josiah who
had walked into the church to find the young man
sitting there alone. He knew what was bothering
his friend … he came close to dying today and
that probably scared him to death.
"Yea," replied JD as he ducked his head away
from the Preacher's gaze. "Just thinkin' and
all. You know it's not the first time I cheated
death … it's just this is kinda different."
Josiah nodded in understanding. He thought back
to when Mattie shot and severely injured the
young man. he former preacher sat down beside
the young man; a comfortable silence spread
between the two men. Finally, JD continued in a
low, unsure voice. "Josiah, do you believe in
Josiah looked over at JD, surprised at his
question. "If you're asking if I believe in
another force here on this planet with us, then,
yes, I do," replied Josiah, "especially
considerin' the amount of close calls we've had
in our line of work."
JD nodded in agreement and said, "Yea … we've
been pretty lucky, haven't we?"
Location: Heaven - Frequent Flyer's
(aka Angel’s) Lounge
The brightly lit lounge was painted in soft
muted shades of pale blue and white. The faint
music of a harp could be heard in the background
as those in the room conversed in hushed tones.
The angel, Gabriella, walked in and headed to
her normal table, glad to see her fellow
coworkers were already there. She sat wearily
down in her chair, sighing as she rubbed her
"Rough Day?" asked Michael, her fellow angel.
Gabriella nodded as she replied. "The worst.
I thought this would be an easy assignment, but
do you realize how much trouble and danger seven
men could get into?" The overworked angel didn't
stop for a response as she continued. "Humans .
. . How can they be so foolish . . . misguided?
They think they're invincible, but it's me that
keeps pulling their butts out of the fire. . ."
The other angels nodded in agreement, each
having had their own experiences with the humans
down on Earth.
"I'm only one angel," continued the heavenly
being, "and I can only keep those seven men safe
from the outlaws, thieves, robbers, and psychos
for so long. They've been stabbed, hung, beaten,
shot, strangled, and whipped just to name a few,
and yet, they still put themselves in danger.
Take today, for example, if it wasn't for my
intervention the youngest lawmen, JD, would
surely be dead."
"They are true heroes of their time,"
commented Michael, trying to lift his friend's
spirits. "Very few angels are given such
important and prestigious assignments." The
other angels around the table shook their heads
in agreement. "Plus, think of all the overtime
you're earning," chimed David. Michael rolled
his eyes and then gave his friend a look that
said, 'you're not helping matters.'
A bleeping sound made Gabriella check her
beeper. She sighed as she said, "I've got to run
. . . it seems Buck has run into a little
trouble. . ."
"Bank robber?" "Thief?" "Bandit?" asked the
angels around the table.
"No," replied Gabriella as she smiled.
"Husband . . . it's seems Buck didn't realize
his lady friend was married. . ."
The other angels shook their heads as a few
of them muttered "Humans . . ." In a blink,
Gabriella was gone, returning back to earth to
protect the seven lawmen whose job it was to
protect a town called Four Corners.
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A NEW GUARDIAN ANGEL STORY
TORMENT OF ANGELS