Angel, 10

At least, Jude thought, the chairs in the meeting room were comfortable to sit in for hours.

It had been three of those since Klaus had disappeared with the rest of them to talk about his secret plan to save the world. Or destroy the world. Jude wasn’t sure there was a difference. They were upstairs in one of the meeting rooms; their power was obvious to everyone in the meeting room.

They’d talked themselves into a stale silence, questions like ‘do you think they’ll kill him’ and ‘it won’t really come to a war, will it’ and ‘would Nathen even win’ and ‘would we really be okay with that much collateral damage’ circling around the room endlessly and never answered because they didn’t have any answers, because all of them, honestly, and they’d realized this after a while, were permutations of the same questions.

What does Klaus really want? Are Cameron and Raphael going to give it to him?

And nobody knew.

Angel, 8

“Well, we’re all fucked,” Jude said, hugging himself. “We’re all going to die.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Rebecca told him, rolling her eyes.

“Me? Dramatic? After that little display?” Jude asked, shaking his head. “No, I think I’m being eminently sensible in saying we’re all going to die.”

They were huddled together, murmuring quietly at one another. Cameron and Raphael were consulting in a corner, and Bartholomew and Sullivan had gone to join them just a minute ago. Klaus was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets like the boy he appeared to be, strings flowing up into nothing. He looked impatient to be past the part where Cameron and Raphael decided whether to kill him or not.

Which they obviously weren’t, or they’d have done it by now. Jude wondered what they were talking about. For the first time he was starting to wish that he was more important so he could go over there and join them.

Networking Opportunity

Of all the parts of his job that Jude didn’t like, having to go to conferences was easily…

Well, it was on the list, anyway. It was nowhere near as high as grading, office hours, faculty meetings, grading, grant applications, and grading, but it was on the list. It was just so tedious, and they lasted several days, and he’d really much rather just read the papers afterwards.

But networking and kairotic space and the free flow of ideas and also sometimes an open bar, so Jude went to conferences. And he saw all the same people he always saw, talking about the same stuff they always talked about. The ones he was friends with he could see without the façade of a conference, and the ones he wasn’t he’d really rather not see.

Angel, 6

Jude had a migraine, and that migraine’s name was ‘everyone he knew.’

“I think we have to have someone follow him,” Rebecca said, for the third time. “The demons have someone there. It’s only sensible that we do too, especially if we do end up making an agreement with them about it.”

“If we just get someone to follow him, he’s going to get annoyed and probably kill them,” Theresa said. “The demons have Sullivan watching him because Sullivan ingratiated himself with him over time.”

“The demons don’t really have Sullivan watching him,” Jude muttered. He wanted to go to bed. “He’s doing his own thing and it happened to work out for them.”

“And you know what because what,” Roland asked. “You talked to him for five seconds earlier?”

Jude shrugged. “It’s just obvious. That’s what Sullivan’s like. It’s what he’s always been like.” Jude didn’t have to be his best friend to know that about him.

Angel, 4

Jude woke up to a summons, and he was really not happy about that. He was warm and sleeping in someone’s arms, and also as soon as he moved a little bit he discovered a nauseating headache.

But still, there was a summons, so with a quiet groan, Jude pushed himself up, looking down to remember whose bed he was in.

Oh, yeah. Tam. He was so pretty, sleeping. He was pretty all the time. Sleeping with him had been a huge mistake, fuck. But honestly it wasn’t a mistake Jude particularly regretted.

What he did regret was the drinking. It had given him a headache, made his mouth taste like cotton and worse, he didn’t remember most of last night except that he’d liked it. And now he had to get up because Raphael was summoning him.

Angel, 2

Dilapidated old amphitheatre seats were not comfortable to sit in for hours and hours, and Jude was really happy that the making of history was willing to accommodate the fact that his ass was sore and his lower back hurt like fuck.

“Being an angel should have actual perks,” Jude complained as he stood up, rubbing his back.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “There’s immortality. Powers. Proximity to God.”

“Yeah, but my back shouldn’t hurt.” Jude sighed. “And proximity to God doesn’t help much if he’s trying to kill us all.”

No Matter What You’ve Heard, Angels Aren’t Any Better at Solving the World’s Problems than Anyone Else

Sometimes, the world changed abruptly, all at once, a single event forcing history to take a turn into something that wouldn’t have otherwise happened. Something that historians could look back on and write about as being the definitive moment when something or another had changed permanently.

That didn’t usually happen. Usually it was gradual, change taking place over many years, centuries even, countless people contributing to it. It was rare that one person or even a small group of people changed history of the course of a few days or even a few years.

And usually when those abrupt changes did happen, they were impossible to see coming. A catastrophe that struck without warning. A war. Someone deciding something, the consequences of which didn’t become clear until it was too late. It was rare to be able to look at an event coming up and know that was going to be when everything changed.

But sometimes it happened. Sometimes, Jude thought, it was possible to look at something that was about to happen and know. To know that this was something that was going to be in history books someday, that this was something that was going to change the world. And that was humbling.

And being involved in something of that magnitude, knowing that it would have this impact, knowing that, made it…terrifying.