Title: Angel Author: mary (migley@greenapple.com) Classification: S, some H, a small pinch of A (the Pendrell kind), and MSR (I'm sorry!) Rating: G Spoilers: Tempus Fugit, Max Archives, forwarding: Sure, if you want to. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ha! You thought all Max fanfics were over, didn't you? This is my very first post, so be kind. Hope everything turns out okay. Just a little story I thought up, nothin' much. BTW, I don't think M&S should get together, but I thought it fits in with my story. Unless you're *strongly* against MSR, I think friendshippers can handle it. Please send comments at migley@greenapple.com Pretty please with chocolate syrup on top? SUMMARY: As a new angel, Pendrell is sent to help those on earth with their problems. DISCLAIMER: Well, guess what. I don't own 'em. CC, Fox, and 1013 does. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Angel by mary He remembered getting shot. He remembered how it hurt. Oh, man, did it hurt. He remembered...her. Did she actually talk to him? Yes, yes, she did! *She* actually talked to *him*! But then he stopped breathing. - Pendrell gazed at his new surroundings. It was beautiful. Actually, that wasn't a great way to describe it. He was at peace, he was happy, he felt great! No words could describe it. But it didn't seem right. He didn't know of any place like this on earth. "Is this heaven?" he asked a fellow who was standing before him. "No," he replied. "It's Iowa." Pendrell stared at him blankly as the person erupted in laughter. When his guffaws finally began to die down, Pendrell asked, "Are you done?" "No," he replied before he began laughing again. "Ha, ha, ha, ha...ha. You know, you outta lighten up around here," he added, seeing Pendrell's blank expression. "And 'here' is heaven, right?" "Good guess, kid!" he praised. "I was just kidding about the Iowa part, ya know." Pendrell nodded. "Yes, I know. And you would be...?" The other person stared at him expectantly. "Well?" "Oh!" the stranger exclaimed. "I thought you were going to guess again. I am Henry, an angel. I was sent to explain a few things to you, help you around here." Pendrell just then noticed the wings on Henry's back. "I am happy to tell you that you are dead," Henry informed Pendrell. "Yeah, I figured." "And now you are an angel. Congratulations!" Pendrell realized he had his own pair of wings. He moved his back, trying to get a feel for the wings. Henry went on. "And as an angel, there are many, many, countless things you can do." "Such as...?" Pendrell asked. He felt like he was in a daze. Henry began to keep count with his fingers. "Well, you can help people down below with their problems." "Or?" "Or...you can help people down below with their problems." Pendrell sighed. "Why am I an angel? Shouldn't I be a ghost or something?" "God Himself personally picked you to become an angel. Only certain people become angels. You know, special people like me," Henry grinned. Pendrell thought for a moment, pondering his choices. "Okay, what do I do? Who do I help?" "God has one picked out for you already," Henry laughed to himself. God always picks good ones for the newbies. "Somewhere down on Earth are a man and a women who love each other, but they don't know it. So you have to get them together, make them aware of their love for each other. Without your help, they'd be miserable for the rest of their lives," Henry told him. "Sounds all right. So how do I get there?" "Clap." With a here-goes-nothing expression, Pendrell did so. Instantly he was transported to a different place. He gaped as he looked around. He began frantically clapping, wanting to get out of there as soon as he could. He was came back on the first clap, but he didn't stop for another few minutes. "Thank you, thank you," Henry said, bowing. "Why are you applauding?" Pendrell ignored his comment but stopped smacking his palms together. "No. No, no, no. I am not doing that. There has to be something else. I'm not doing it, I'm not doing it, I'm not doing it," he repeated as he paced back and forth. [Not Scully. Not with Mulder.] Pendrell groaned to himself. "Why not?" Henry asked innocently. "I am not putting *her* with, with *him*!" "Why not?" "Because...because..." Pendrell tried to come up with a good reason. "Just because! Isn't there, uh, anyone else I could...help?" "Well, there is one guy who needs to be stopped from getting poison ivy," Henry replied. He went on to explain. "If he gets poison ivy, he won't get hired for the job he's perfect for because all the boss will think about is the poison ivy covering his hands and face. He won't be able to find any other jobs, his wife will leave him, and he'll die alone and penniless. We don't want that to happen, now do we?" "Fine, I'll do that." And with that, Pendrell clapped. - Suddenly, he was in the middle of the forest. A man stood ten feet away from him, not noticing the angel who had just arrived. [Okay, now what?] The man started walking, and Pendrell followed. He wondered when he would have to help, and how he was going to do it. He didn't need to wait long for after a few minutes, the man dropped his compass right into the poison ivy. [What is he doing with a compass?] He realized that the man was about to reach down and stick his hand right into the ivy to pick it up. [What do I do? What do I do?] Panicked, Pendrell tried to kick it with his foot. But because he was an angel and much lighter than he was used to, he kicked too hard, his foot missed the compass, and he landed on his back. His new wings were smashed under him. The man's hand had almost reached the ground, and Pendrell did the only thing he could think of doing. He put his lips together and puffed as hard as he could. The strong wind caused the compass to roll away into the harmless moss. [Wow...] he gasped. He wasn't the least bit winded, either. Knowing that the job was complete, he clapped and was transported back into heaven. - "Great!" Henry greeted cheerfully. "Now that you got that done, you can go back to your first job." Pendrell was flabbergasted. "Wh-wh-what?" "Don't worry; you didn't miss anything," Henry assured him. "They just experienced missing time while you were off in the woods. Nine minutes to be exact." "But, but..." Then Pendrell paused. "Missing time?" "Here, I'll help you at first," Henry offered. He clapped for the both of them. Instantly, they were floating in Mulder and Scully's office. Only Scully was present; Mulder was taking a bathroom break. Pendrell stared at her. Henry got Pendrell's attention. "You can somewhat control what the livings are thinking. You may find that useful. All you have to do is whisper to them. They won't even notice you, but their subconscious will," Henry told the new angel Pendrell. "Here. I'll demonstrate." He flew over to Scully and whispered in her ear, "You think you are a sheep." She suddenly dropped on all fours and Pendrell figured she dropped something. But then he heard Special Agent Dana Scully bleat. "See?" Henry said proudly. "Baaaa," was Scully's reply, although she still couldn't see or hear the two angels. She began nibbling on a piece of paper. Henry then snapped his fingers, and Scully stood back up, with no hint of the sheep she had been moments before. "She won't remember anything after you snap your fingers," Henry continued to explain. He added, "But you cannot make them think their in love. It doesn't work, so don't even try. I'll gave you an example." He then whispered to Scully, "You love the doorknob." Scully gazed longingly across the room at the doorknob. But an instant later she blinked and all feelings she had for the knob vanished. "Well, that's about all I can help you with," Henry told Pendrell. "I'll see you later. Good luck." Just then, Mulder sauntered into the room. "Remind me why I'm doing this," Pendrell said to Henry, but the other angel had already disappeared. Scully looked up at Mulder. "Why don't you take off that hat? I hardly think it's appropriate for work." Mulder took of his baseball cap, causing Scully to laugh at the sight of his new haircut. "What happened? Get in a fight with a baaa-" With a surprised look, Scully tried again. "With a baaa-" She became frustrated with the fact that she couldn't pronounce 'barber' without bleating like a sheep. She gave up. "Try a different hair salon next time." "Don't you like my haircut?" Mulder grinned, running his fingers through his hair. Then he chuckled. "Had too much lambchops for dinner last night?" Scully just shrugged. Pendrell watched helplessly from the corner. He wished he knew what he could do so he could get out of there. [Gosh, she looks beautiful,] Pendrell thought. He looked around the room, his gaze settling on the light switch. [Hmmmm...Maybe, just maybe...] Pendrell came up with an idea and decided to give it a shot. He flew across the room to it. Crossing his fingers, he flipped the switch and the room was plunged into darkness. Scully gasped, startled. "What happened?" Mulder asked. "Blackout?" "I'm not sure," Scully answered. "I'll check." She stood up from her chair and tried to make her way to the wall. Pendrell went to stand beside her and stuck his foot out. Scully felt herself trip. Mulder grabbed her to keep her from falling to the floor. [Good] Pendrell thought. But Mulder immediately let go of Scully as soon as she got her balance. Pendrell watched, desperately trying to think of something else. He was never good at starting a relationship for himself, so why was he picked to help set two people up? "I'll check," Mulder told Scully as he started to make his way to the switch. "Ow!" Scully cried. "Mulder. You stepped on my foot!" "Sorry," he told her before he banged into the side of his desk. "Ow." Finally he reached the wall and turned the lights on. "Someone just flipped the switch." "Who? We were both over here," Scully remarked. "Must be an X-File," Mulder said with a sly grin. "Ha, ha." - Pendrell knew he had to try something different. He paced around the room. Then another idea came to him. Quickly, he transported himself to his apartment. [Hey, I didn't even need to clap.] Then he set his mind on the task at hand. He saw that no one had touched his personal belongings. It made sense to him since he had no friends or family. All his furniture would remain here until the landlord sells the apartment to someone else, Pendrell figured. He flew to his dresser and, after a few minutes of searching, he found the thing he was looking for. He sadly opened the little box. Laying inside was a gold necklace with a small heart locket. It was for her birthday. Sighing, he snapped the box shut. Before he left his apartment, he threw out the birthday card he never had a chance to give her. - Pendrell was back at the FBI office again. He moved to Mulder, praying that it would work. He slipped the jewelry box into Mulder's pocket. "You remember going to a jewelry shop and seeing the necklace. You immediately thought of Dana Scully and knew how beautiful it would look on her," Pendrell whispered to Mulder. He gave no sign that he heard him, which was the case. "You will give it to her today, and you'll say that it's a late birthday present." Pendrell closed his eyes and slowly floated back into the corner. He heard Mulder rummage through his pocket. "Scully," Mulder called, standing up. "I got you something." He handed her the box as she looked up at him, surprised. She slowly opened the box and gasped. "Mulder! Why - it, it must have cost a fortune!" she exclaimed, caught off guard. "Why?" she whispered. "I saw them and I thought of you," Mulder explained, somewhat shyly. Then he smiled. "Why don't you try it on?" Scully couldn't believe it. In a daze, she put it around her neck. Mulder came up behind her and clasped the necklace on. She turned around to show him. "It looks beautiful on you," Mulder told her, his voice a whisper. Pendrell looked down at his feet. [At least their happy, that's all that matters. If she's happy, I'm happy.] He looked up and saw that they were about to kiss. Just then, Henry appeared beside him. "Good job, kid." He tugged at Pendrell's wing and the two angels disappeared just as Scully met with Mulder's lips. END Angel 1/1 ~*~*~*~*~*~ Okay, now that you're done, why don't you press the reply button and tell me what you think? I even accept flames. I realize the ending was a little too simple or easy (and sappy), but I'm never good with endings.