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I'll Be There For You	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 1827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: I'll Be There For You
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much
Fandom: RPS - Bon Jovi
Categories: Jon Bon Jovi/David Bryan, angst, h/c, au
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others, please let me know so I can come and preen.
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Jon Bon Jovi, and David Bryan are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Warnings: There is a death scene in this fic, but just to reassure you guys: everyone who is alive at the beginning is still alive at the end!
Summary: For as long as lore has told, David’s family have lived under the protection of the realm of angels, the eldest male in each generation, unbeknownst to them, having their own guardian. One day, David discovers who his guardian angel is…

Leaning against the doorframe, David smiled to himself before taking a swig from the bottle in his hand. Jon hadn't heard him come in and David was more than happy to just stand there, watching his lover relax.

Jon was leaning over the balcony, starring into the night sky and taking long deep drags from the cigarette held loosely in his fingers. He was topless and barefoot, the black denim jeans he wore, so tight they were almost a second skin. His hair, free from its usual styling products, hung loosely. The gentle breeze brushed it into his face and he reached up, brushing it from his eyes and breathing out tendrils of smoke as he slowly stretched upwards.

David swallowed hard, tongue darting out across his lips as he watched the play of Jon's muscles under the singer's tanned skin. He was mesmerised by the way the pure white wings rippled as Jon stretched, the draught rustling the feathers. David blinked hard and placed the bottle on the table next to him. He rubbed his hands over his eyes; nope, they were still there. Large white feathered wings growing from Jon's back, just by his shoulders blades.

Opening his mouth silently before closing it again, David took a step backwards, his eyes drifting down to the beer he'd been drinking. No, he hadn't had that much to drink and… David almost laughed out loud. It was Halloween tomorrow, Jon was just trying his costume on, the wings weren't real, couldn't have been real. He rolled his eyes at himself only he couldn't help but think… he hadn't seen straps or anything across Jon's shoulders… He looked up again, grinning when a wing-less Jon smiled at him.

"Hey."

David frowned; where were the wings. "Hey yourself." He looked around. "Where'd they go?"

It was Jon's turn to frown. "Where'd what go?" He leaned back against the balcony wall, rolling his neck.

"The wings. I… You… Halloween costume… I think… Straps… Gone…"

"David, slow down." Jon took a step forward and pulled David into his arms, kissing him lightly on the neck. "What are you talking about?"

"You Halloween costume…. The angel wings…" David repliarefarefully.

"What wings? I haven't decided on a costume. You want me to go as an Angel?" Jon asked, rising one eyebrow.

"But… I saw them," David protested, running his fingers lightly over the skin of Jon's back. "They were right here. Where are they?"

"No wings, David," Jon repeated slowly. He glanced down at David's almost-empty beer bottle. "How much have you had to drink?"

David shook his head. "I'm not drunk, Jon!" He narrowed his eyes slightly; it may just have been his imagination but it sounded like Jon's voice had risen slightly. Something that only happened when Jon was stressed or hiding something. "I've only had two beers." He took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest, searching Jon's face with his eyes. "What's going on here, Jon?"

Jon paled and shook his head. "Nothing."

"You're lying," David shot back. "What's going on here, Jon? What's the deal with the wings?"

"Not," ," Jon insisted. "Halloween costume."

"You said you hadn't chosen a costume yet and if it's a costume then where is it?" David raised an eyebrow.

"I… Uh…. " Jon took a deep breath and opened his mouth to reply but David jumped in

"You had wings, Jon. Big white feathery angel fucking wings. And they… they looked fucking real, growing out of your back real. And that's not normal and not a costume and definitely not nothing. What is going on?"

Jon sighed, his shoulders slumping briefly before he looked up, gripping David's shoulders tightly and staring intently into his eyes. "You didn't see any wings, David."

David struggled in Jon's grip but the other man was strong, stronger than he'd ever known him to be. "Yes, I did!"

"No you didn't David. You have to believe me, ok? There were no wings. "

"But…" David shook his head, trying to clear it. "I saw them."

"No, David. You imagined it. Too much Halloween spirit too early."

"No… I…. You…. " He squeezed his eyes shut and the muggy feeling in his head lessened. He wriggled out of Jon's grip, watching as the younger man sat down on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. "Ok, now I know something's really going on. You had wings, and then you didn't and now you…. You're what trying to… what? Hypnotise me into forgetting I saw them. " David took a deep breath to calm himself down. "What's going on, Jon?"

"I had to, David," Jon replied quietly, voice little more than a whisper. "It's the only way."

"What?" David frowned and knelt down in front of Jon, tipping his head up to look at him. "I… You… Real?" Jon nodded and David continued. "And… not supposed to know, am I?" Jon shook his head. "Oh. I…. Wings? Uhh… Before… Uh…. Can…"

Jon smiled softly and lay down on the bed on his stomach, looking over his shoulder at David. "You want to see them?" David nodded slowly, wonder-filled eyes widening as Jon's muscles rippled and two white feather wings slowly came through the skin and unfolded. Jon looked back again at David, laughing at his expression.

David pulled himself to his feet and perched on the end of the bed. His tongue darted out nervously to wet his lips. "Can… Can I t…touch them?"

Jon nodded and smiled. "Course."

David's grin grew as he uncertainly reached out, his fingers running lightly over the soft feathers. "Wow," he breathed, his touch growing bolder as the wings rippled under his hands. He looked up at the faint moan from Jon and was surprised to see arousal clear in the other man's eyes. "You… you like this, don't you?" David asked, rubbing the tip of one wing between his thumb and forefinger, grinning as Jon moaned louder, his eyes sliding closed with pleasure. "Jon…" David whimpered, the look on Jon's face turning him on, his cock growing hard within the confines of his jeans. He crawled fully on the bed, reluctantly pulling his hands away from Jon's wings, instead cupping Jon's face, their lips meeting with bruising force, tongue probing, tasting, duelling.

Jon whimpered and pulled back, lifting to his knees, massaging his erection through his jeans with the palm of his hand, watching David's eyes follow his every move. "David, please… "

David nodded and swallowed heavily as he reached out and pulled one of the bedside locker drawers open, pulling out a packet of condoms and lubricant. Breathing heavily, he rolled the condom onto his swollen cock, whimpering as his fingers danced over the sensitive skin. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, tongue darting out to moisten dry lips, swallowing again.

Eyes not leaving David, Jon sat back on his haunches and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles, sighing with relief as he released his own erection. He shivered in the cool of the night air, the feathers on his wings rustling as he shifted position to kneel on the bed, begging David with his eyes.

David gasped and nodded, whispering Jon's name as he climbed onto the bed, behind Jon, his fingers running down Jon's back and over his wings, before skimming over his hips. His heavy breathing brushed over Jon's ear, increasing the singer's own arousal. He could feel David's erection resting against his leg and rocked back against it, grinning as David moaned and swore, shifting his grip again to hold Jon's hips. He coated one of his fingers in the lubricant, pressing gently against Jon until his finger slid in, followed by a second.

"Dave… please… just… just fuck me!"

David whimpered, a shiver of need coursing through him. He nodded, and shifted his grip on Jon's hips, carefully guiding his cock into Jon until he was fully sheathed in his lover's body. Both men sighed, Jon rocking back to meet David.

"You sure?" David asked.

A low growl as he thrust back against David was Jon's answer. "Yes! David, please… Need…"

David moaned, pulling out of Jon before pushing carefully back in again, cock rubbing over Jon's prostate. Jon moaned and shuddered, stars dancing in front of his eyes. His arms quivered and he pushed himself back up again. "Harder," he gasped.

David shook his head as he thrust in again. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Jon reassured him. "David, please… "

David nodded slowly, groaning as he thrust harder and faster into Jon, feeling his lover react beneath him, almost writhing with pleasure, rocking back and moaning with every breath. The sight and sound sent shivers through David and he could feel his orgasm tingling down his spine to coil in his stomach. "Jon…. " A waft of warm air made all the hairs on David's arms stand up. He looked around, eyes widening at the sight of Jon's wings beating in a frantic rhythm, stirring up the air just as Jon cried out, muscles in his arms and legs shaking as he came, milking David's own orgasm from him.

The two men slumped, sweaty and worn out, to the bed, facing each other; Jon's fingers playing over David's stomach, David caressing the white feathers that surrounded the pair of them. Jon moaned, his wings quivering, a look of pure pleasure on his face as his dazed blue eyes met David's, matching grins growing on each other's faces as they touched each other and relaxed.

"Now that is something I'm gonna have to remember," David decided, leaning in and kissing Jon, frowning when Jon didn't return the kiss. He pulled back and searched Jon's face, stomach sinking as Jon's expression turned from sated to serious. "Jon?"

"David, no." Jon shook his head. "I can't let… you… I…" Jon took a deep breath and started to apologise but David interrupted him.

"You still have to make me forget, don't you?"

Jon looked away and nodded, worrying his lower lip with his teeth.

"Oh," David sighed and tipping Jon's chin up with his finger, kissing him lightly. "I won't say I understand, because I don't. But… Why?"

"It's just the way it is," Jon muttered. "They don't allow it."

"They?" David echoed. "Who are they?" Jon shrugged, looking down at his fingers. "Jon? Don't shut me out, please." He took a deep breath. "You… You're not human, are you?"

Jon looked up at David and shook his head. "No. I... Uh… I guess you'd say I'm… " He trailed off and blushed. "I'm… basically." He laughed self-deprecatingly. "This sounds so cheesy." He looked up again, smiling at the patient, yet curious expression on David's face.

"You're an angel?" David asked softly, lips parting as Jon nodded. David crossed his legs as he spoke again. "I remember when Michelle and I were younger, our grandfather told us a story about Angels. He said…" David furrowed his brow as orceorced the memory. "He told me that I had, or would have if I didn't already, a… a guardian angel, the same as he did, and my dad did. Something along the lines of… of... The eldest son always having one." He looked up again at Jon. "It's true?" Jon nodded. "Oh. But I'm not supposed to know, am I?"

"No," Jon agreed. "I'm sorry, David." Jon leaned forward and met David's eyes, kissing him lightly on the lips. He pulled back, brow furrowing in concentration as he retracted his wings, folding them up, wincing as the skin slid over them. He cracked his neck and sighed, leaning forward and cupping David's face in his hands. He reached out to David with his mind and was about to wipe David's memory of that evening, when a high-pitched whining started. Jon pulled away again and swore, pulling David close against him as a fevered wind whipped around them before everything turned white.

It took Jon a few long seconds to realize the wind was now longer howling around the hotel room. He blinked against the bright light; no hotel room. His stomach sank as he recognized his surroundings; a second pained sound filtering into his consciousness. He followed the low keening sound to where David lay curled in a ball on the ground, rocking from side to side, his hands covering his ears, tears streaming down his ch. He. He grit his teeth and, blatantly ignoring those he knew were watching, crawled across to David and pulled him into his lap, wrapping his wings around him to shield him from the bright light and the shrill whistling. Wiping David's tears away with his thumb, Jon kissed him softly, then pulled him even closer until David's head was on his shoulder. He started rocking David gently, crooning at him, and begging him to open his eyes, to wake up. David didn't respond, but his pained keening lessened to a continual whimper.

Jon sighed and looked up at the first time, narrowing his eyes at the Elders. "What the hell do you think you're playing at?" He growled, arms tightening protectively around David. "Human's aren't built for this realm, you know that. You could…" his voice wavered. "Being here… it could blind him, make him deaf, drive him insane or... " Jon swallowed hard, his fingers running through David's hair. "You could kiim!im!"

The Elders' leader steepled his fingers under his chin and regarded Jon carefully. "We know. But it wasn't us who brought him here."

"What?"

The Elders all exchanged glances, nodding slowly before the leader spoke again. "We only summoned you. It was your… attachment to him that brought him here."

Jon laughed humorlessly. "My… attachment?" He echoed, incredulously. "I'm his guardian, I'm supposed to be close to… So that's what this is all about. You're not happy that we've become lovers."

One of the women on the council laughed. "No, Jon." She repliedRomaRomantic unions between guardians and their humans is not unusual, although your… uhh… relationship with David is unprecedented, we have learnt to accept your, shall we say, more impetuous behavior. This is not about your closeness to the human, it is about your willful abandonment of the creed by revealing yourself to him."

Jon shook his head. "No," he decided. "I'm not talking about this, not until you stop hurting David. You can tone it down, I know you can, and you will, if you want me to talk to you."

"It is not your place to tell us what to do, young one."

"And it's not your place to harm my lover, the human I am here to protect. First and foremost I am his guardian, and I will let no harm come to him, not even from you!"

"We do not wish to hurt David, but it is our duty to guard the secret of our existence, as much as it is your duty to protect him."

Jon sighed, turning his back on the council once more, his full attention on David, who was now lying limply against him, a few tears still streaking down his face. Jon tipped David's face up and kissed him softly, sighing in relief when David's eyes fluttered open.

David whimpered, fingers clutching at Jon's shoulders as he screwed his eyes shut again, pain etched clearly on his face. "Hurts," he whispered, letting go of Jon and pressing his hands against his ears.

"I know," Jon answered, wrapping his wings tighter around David, filtering out as much of the light and noise as he could. He smiled to himself at David's sigh and the feel of him starting to relax. "Better?"

"Uh-huh" Jon felt David nod and turned his attention back to the Elders, raising an eyebrow at the leader.

"Well?"

The leader sighed and nodded at one of the younger women sitting on the end of the long table. She nodded back and clapped her hands and instantly the whistling stopped and the brightness toned down to a bearable level.

David blinked and relaxed against Jon, tensing again as he tried to look around, but Jon's wing's prevented him from seeing anything. "Jon?" He asked quietly.

"Ssshh." Jon pulled David closer against him, his full attention still on the Elders.

"Your behavior, and apparent disregard for our rules is going to get you into serious trouble one of these days, Jon." The leader reprimanded Jon.

"The way you summoned me here makes me thinkm alm already in trouble."

The leader tipped his head in recognition of Jon's words. "By revealing your true nature to a human, you have broken one of our main creeds and therefore…"

"I didn't willfully reveal myself to him," Jon interrupted. "I… I believed myself to be alone and didn't hear David come in."

"You also failed to perform a memory wipe."

"I was about to when you summoned us here."

"You had ample time to perform a memory wipe, instead choosing to engage in sexual intercourse. No more interruptions. By revealing your true nature to a human, you have broken one of our main creeds and therefore must be punished in accordance to the creed. Do you understand and accept your punishment?"

Jon broke eye contact and stared at the ground. "I don't have a choice, do I?" He asked quietly, voice wavering slightly.

A ripple of sympathy ran through the Elders but none was evident when the leader spoke again. "Do you understand and accept your punishment?"

Jon grit his teeth and straightened his back, looking each member of the council in the eye. "I have broken the creed and formally understand and accept my punishment," he replied, tears forming in his eyes.

"Then go!" The elder thumped his fist on the table and a lightning strike cracked through the air before Jon and David tumbled down, landing once more in a tangled heap of limbs on their hotel bed.

Jon moaned and opened his eyes, unconsciously stretching his arms above his head, wing spreading to their full span as he did. His fingers brushed the headboard and his eyes widened as he remembered the meeting with the Elders. He sat bolt upright on the bed, automatically searching for, and finding, David.

David lay curled up on the bed in a semi-fetal position, head resting on Jon's thigh. Jon sighed with relief; they hadn't taken David away from him as his punishment. Exhaling heavily, Jon ran his fingers through David's hair, relief turning to a frown when David didn't stir. Fear clutching his heart, Jon's fingers moved quickly to David's neck, releasing the breath he didn't know he'd been holding when he felt David's pulse beating strongly.

"David?" Jon whispered, repeating himself louder when David didn't respond. "David? C'mon baby, open your eyes and look at me! Please?" Jon repeated himself again when David whimpered lightly. He reached down to cup David's face in his hands. "David, please!" A note of desperation crept into Jon's voice as he shook David's shoulders, trying to rouse him.

David moaned and screwed his face up. "What?" He muttered, not opening his eyes and curling tighter against Jon.

"David?" Jon took a deep breath. "David, open your eyes and look at me, please?" Jon begged, relief flooding through him when David'ue eue eyes flickered open. "Oh, thank God!" Jon whispered, pulling David into a sitting position and wrapping his arms and wings around him tightly. "You're ok?"

David blinked and pulled back from Jon, rolling his neck until it cracked. He scrubbed his hands over his face and nodded. "Yeah," he answered slowly. "Bit of a headache, but…" He stopped and ran his tongue over his lips. "That… That was real?"

"Yeah. Are you sure you're ok?" Jon needed to know. "No blurry vision, or ringing ears or anything?"

"Jon, I told you, I'm fine. That place… what… where…?" David trailed off, not sure what he was asking.

"The council of the Elders… Basically, my boss' office"

"Oh." David looked stunned. "They… uhmm… they don't seem to like you very much," he offered.

Jon laughed wryly. "No," he agreed. "They don't. Never have." He shrugged. "Frankly, I'm surprised they even deemed me worthy of being a guardian, but… I guess I was the best match for you." At David's confused expression, Jon elaborated. "When a human child who is to be protected, starts… when their personality becomes established, the most similar guardian is selected, based on personality, future interests, that sort of thing."

David grinned. "Well, they definitely got it right this time," he decided and pulled Jon down for a kiss that left them both breathing heavier. David met Jon's eyes and leaned against him, his mood sobering. "I'm sorry."

Jon cupped David's face in his hand, running his fingers along his cheek. "What for?"

"Getting you into trouble."

"Getting me…" Jon laughed and shook his head. "It's not your fault, David. They've been looking for an excuse to come down on me for ages. You heard them; ' we have learnt to accept your more impetuous behavior'." He shrugged. "This was juhe ihe icing on the cake for them."

Jon was trying to be blasé but David could the the fear in his voice. "It is my fault." He insisted. "If you… I…. If…" He took a deep breath and started again. "If I hadn't seen and…"

Jon cut David off, kissing him quickly on the lips. "It's not your fault," he repeated. "I don't blame you at all. If the situation had been reversed, I would have wanted to know, wanted to see. And you did. Human curiosity." Jon smiled. "You wanted to see my wings and… well… how can I ever refuse you anything?"

David met Jon's eyes and returned the smile weakly. "What are they… uhh your punishment?"

Jon retracted his wings with a deep sigh before leaning back against the headboard. "I don't know," he admitted, voice wavering slightly. "I don't know anyone who's ever been punished by the elders. I… I've heard stories though…" He started picking at his fingers. "Well, just the one, really. They… they took his wings. Made him mortal." Jon's voice hitched as he choked back a sob, wrapping his arms around himself and squeezing his eyes shut.

"I'm sorry," David whispered, feeling at a loss of what to do to comfort Jon. He chewed on his inner cheek, heart breaking at the misery radiating from his lover. "What… What can I do?" He asked.

Jon sniffed and opened his eyes, wiping at a stray tear that slid down his cheek. "Hold me?" He asked quietly, holding his arms open, sighing as David slid into them. "I'm scared, David." Jon admitted softly, his wings sliding out again as he wrapped both them and his arms around David.

David twisted his head to kiss Jon, and then reached out to turn the light off, laying them both down on the bed.

David rolled over, even in sleep seeking the warmth of Jon's body. He muttered sleepily, one eye sliding open when he didn't find him, and frowning when the bed was empty.

"Jon?" He called quietly. No reply. "Jon?" He called again, louder this time. When there was still no reply he sat up in bed and pushed his hair from his face. He reached to the side and flicked the lights on, blinking rapidly as the room shifted from dark to light. "Jon?" It took him a few seconds to realize the bathroom light was on, and at the same time the sound of harsh retching filtered through the closed door. David swore under his breath and pulled the bathroom door open.

David found Jon kneeling in front of the toilet, his grip on the toilet seat so severe his knuckles were turning white. His head dropped forward, his hair obscuring his face as his body shook with the force of his heaves.

Swearing under his breath, David grabbed a glass from the side and filled it with cold water. He knelt on the floor next to Jon, offering him the glass. Jon moaned, the sound echoing in the basin and leaned back against David, taking the glass from him. He sipped slowly, his head lolling against David's shoulder.

Brushing Jon's hair away from his face, David frowned at heat radiating from Jon's face, and shifted slightly so he could see him. David's eyes widened and his stomach churned at the greenish cast to Jon's skin.

"Jon?" He asked again, a low moan his only reply from the limp body resting against him. "Come on," he decided. "Lets get you back into bed." He pulled Jon to his feet and wrapped his arms around him, slowly leading Jon back to the bed. Their progress was slow as Jon rested more and more of his weight on David. Breathing hard with the exertion, David lay Jon down on the bed, wrapping the covers around him, and then sitting down next to him, running his fingers through Jon's sweaty hair. He picked the phone up and dialed Richie's room; quickly explaining to the guitarist that Jon had the flu or something. David hung up and turned his attention back to Jon, pressing the back of his hand against Jon's forehead, worry clenching his stomach at the temperature of his skin. "I'm going to get you some aspirin, Jon," David told him. "We need to get your temperature down, ok?" He stood up and had only taken a few steps when he stopped, startled by a fit of coughs from Jon, who reached out for David's arm.

"Not gonna help, David." Jon rasped. The sight of tears running freely down Jon's cheeks shocked David and he sat heavily down on the edge of the bed again, fingers tangling with Jon's.

David shook his head. "I… I don't understand."

Jon sighed. "This…. It's not…" He broke off, unable to look at David, instead choosing to stare at the sheets. "This is their doing, David. I… I'm dying."

Tears filled David's eyes. "No!" He shook his head, opening and closing his mouth, but not saying anything. "Why? How… I… You… Immortal… you told me last night…"

Gritting his teeth, Jon pulled David close. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"How… how do you know?" David asked just as quietly.

"My wings," Jon replied. "Look at my wings." He leaned forward slightly, fighting the waves of nausea the movement caused. He heard David's soft cry, flinching as he ran his fingers down the broken wings.

The previously proud wings were hanging awkwardly from Jon's back, the white feathers greying and shedding before David's eyes.

Jon moaned and leaned back again, his heart breaking at the look of pain on David's face, blue eyes bloodshot and tears pouring down his face. David lay down on the bed, burying his face in Jon's shoulder. "Why?" he moaned. "Why are they doing this? Why are they taking you away from me? You said…. You said your punishment… take your wings… mortal… never said… d… dead."

Jon sighed, skin turning grey as his breathing turned wheezy. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I… I think I told you too much last night. They… they didn't like it. Best way to… protect… get rid of threat…" He slumped back down against the pillows, eyes sliding closed.

"Jon?" A panicked note hit David's voice when Jon didn't respond. "Jon? Please, no… Jon…"

"Still here…" Jon whispered. "Love you, David."

Fresh tears streaked down David's face as he leaned over and kissed Jon on the lips. "And I love y…" He broke off, eyes widening. "They heard what you said last night?" He paused while Jon nodded slowly. David nodded to himself and climbed off the bed. "So… so… they're always… what? Watching you… us?" Jon nodded again and David pressed his mouth into a thin line, a determined light flashing in his eyes. "Stay with me just a little bit longer, Jon." David whispered, looking back over his shoulder, resolve growing when Jon nodded again. "In that case the omnipotent bastards will hear me when I say that I want too see them, right now."

David had barely finished speaking when everything turned white again.

The brightness of the light and the shrillness of the air were just as bad as David remembered, and this time he didn't have Jon to protect him from it. He sank to his knees; eyes squeezed shut, hands over his ears. He shook his head and forced his eyes opening, blinking back the tears that threatened as he looked around for Jon, before crawling over to where Jon was curled up on the ground.

"Jon?" He lifted Jon's head up, relief flooding through him as Jon's eyes flickered open to meet his own. "Just hang in there, ok?" Jon nodded and David grew even more resolved to go through with his plan when he realised Jon's colour was improving simply being in his own realm.

Breathing hard, David pushed himself to his feet and turned to face the Eldereetieeting the leader's stormy grey eyes.

"Who are you to think you can talk to us in such a manner, human. We are not here to pander for your every whim."

'Then why did you bring us here at my request?' David wondered, standing his ground. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" He demanded.

The leader glanced down at befobefore looking back at David. "Punishing one of our own; a punishment he formally accepted."

David's eyes narrowed. "He may have accepted it, but I don't." He was so angry with the council and worried about Jon that he didn't even notice when the young female on the end of the council, once again toned everything to bearable levels.

"It is not your choice to make, human. He has become too great a risk to our society, rev revealed too many of our secrets. The most effective way of dealing with a threat is to eliminate it."

"Well, how about I give you another one!" David waited impatiently as the Elders murmured amongst themselves before turning back to face him. "You don’t like hurting Jon, hurting one of your own. And don't deny it, I can see it in your faces. I'm giving you another option." He could feel Jon's eyes boring into his back, but straightened his shoulders, ignoring him and taking a deep breath. "Take me instead. I'm offering you my life in return for Js!"s!"

David clearly heard Jon's cry, heard him struggling to move behind him, but kept his attention on the Elders as they rapidly discussed his proposal amongst themselves. They didn't keep him waiting very long before turning back to him.

"Very well," The leader agreed. "If that is what you wish?" David nodded. "We will take your life in exchange for Jon, restoring him to full health." David swallowed heavily, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. The leader of the Elders pointed one long crooked index finger at David and an almighty peel of thunder rumbled around them. A bolt of lightening forked down from the sky, seemingly through the Elder, sending a shiver through him. The rest of the council all took a step back as the power built up in their leader. The Elder closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them again, they burned orange, the air around him visibly crackling with electricity. Another bolt of lightening struck him, traveling down his body and arm, shooting out of his finger towards David.

David moaned and braced himself for impact, instead finding himself knocked to the floor, barreled over by Jon who had flung himself at David, taking the strike in the center of his chest. The strike knocked Jon backwards onto the floor, his eyes rolling back in his head as the power coursed through hsendsending his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

"Jon!" The apparent seizure over, Jon laid still, eyes open, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "No… Jon…" Moving to sit next to Jon, David lifted his head into his lap, fingers running gently down the side of his face, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Jon blinked and met David's eyes, trying to relax under his touch. "Couldn't… you die… fail…" A low moan ripped itself from Jon's throat and his eyes slid shut. "David… love you," he whispered, reaching out for David, his arm dropping to the floor as his back arched up one last time before he slumped motionless against David.

"Jon?" He shook Jon gently, even though he knew there'd be no response. "Jon… no…. please, no… I love you…. Don't… please… Jon…" David fell forward, his forehead resting against Jon's, holding his body close as he cried, body shaking with the force of his tears. He sat there holding Jon, ignoring the presence of the council until he ran out of tears, his sobs turning to hiccups. Taking a hitched breath he sat up and scrubbis fis face with his hands, pushing himself to his feet and facing the council. "Well?"

"Well whaumanuman? Did you really expect your sworn guardian to let anything happen to him while there was a breath still left in his body?" David shook his head and opened his mouth to reply, but the Elder continued. "It is time for you to return to your own world."

"No!"

"No?" The Elder raised an eyebrow, an amused tone to his voice. "And why not?"

"We had a deal."

"The deal was your life in exchange for his. Jon is dead; this discussion does not seem worth having since the point is moot."

"So, you just expect me to carry on as if nothing's happened. I can't do that. I love Jon. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, my lover since we were old enough to realize it. I… I'm nothing without him." He took a step forward. "I don’t want… No, I cannot live without him." He looked iringringly at the council. "Help me, please…" He whispered. "Please don't take him away from me." When the council didn't respond, David sighed. "Then take me as well. I would rather die than be without him

"Yet you were willing to sacrifice yourself for him?" The Elder sitting to the immediate right of the leader spoke up, steepling her fingers under her chin. "Willing to sacrifice your life for his."

David nodded. "I can't bear the… thought of being without him. It hurts, feels like a part of me is missing. There must be something you can do?" He begged her.

"In death you would be together again," another member of the council spoke up.

"Exactly."

"No." The leader spoke again. "There is another way." He snapped his fingers together and darkness descended, thunder rolling around them again. Everythingmed med to David to move in slow motion as the Elder spoke, once again pointing at Jon, more energy flowing between them until Jon moaned and rolled over, his eyes snapping open. He pushed himself to his knees and, supporting himself by holding on to David, slowly rose to his feet.

"Jon?" David whispered, unable to believe his eyes as Jon seemed to grow healthier before his eyes, putting back on the weight he'd lost that morning, his skin regaining it's normal glow, wings straightening and whitening, feathers restored.

"David… I… uh…. What?" Jon looked up at the Elders, confusion etched into his face as he sighed and stretched his wings. "I don't…"

"Hush now," the Elder suggested as the thunder faded away, the darkness slowly lightening. "Having witnessed your willingness to, and physical, sacrifice yourselves for each other, we have decided that your devotion to each other surpasses the threat you represent to us. As a result we have come to the conclusion that you shall both be allowed to live, and together, as you were before." He paused, watching the realization sink into Jon and David, looks of incredulity changing to matching grins as they glanced at each other before turning back to the Elders, their fingers tangling together. "However," a note of seriousness crept into the Elder's voice. "We shall be keeping an extra close eye on the both of you and should you reveal anything about our existence, whether intentionally or not, you will be separated. Permanently. Do you understand?"

"We understand," Jon replied, seeing David nod out of the corner of his eye.

"You are young and in love and have so much to give. Enjoy yourselves," the youngest of the council spoke softly as the leader clapped his hands once, sending them back to their hotel room, and their lives. Together.

~El Fin~
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