| Title: Not Taken to Heart Author/pseudonym: Dark Mirage Author websites: Characters: Adam, Brennan, Mason, Christina, Danielle Rating: G Pairing: none Status: complete Series/Sequel: Yes Spoilers: None Disclaimers: I own neither the characters nor the MX universe. Notes: Summary: Actions have consequences Warnings: May offend the deeply religious, although it is intended to offend no faith. The language is mild. �How bizarre,� I reflected, ascending a gently sloping hill of fluffy white clouds towards a shimmering set of elegant, delicately worked gates. Paul and Eleanor had frequently debated whether or not an android could have a soul. Here I was, climbing towards the Pearly Gates. I must have a soul, yes? As I neared the gates, a chunk of cloud blew aside, and I discerned a familiar looking fellow seated on another chunk of cloud, reading a book. He was wearing a long, white gown, and had feathered protuberances rising up behind his back. Wings! I had no doubt about it any longer: it was Brennan! I might be dead, but I couldn�t remember Brennan dying. As I approached, Brennan finally noticed me and set aside the book, which he was holding upside down. Walking on clouds dampens most sound. �Hey, Adam.� He fluttered his wings slightly. He must have been glad to see me. �Brennan! I didn�t expect�� I caught myself. Brennan was an unrepentant thug, and I had to watch carefully that he didn�t steal lab equipment for pawning or re-sale, but this hardly seemed like the place or time to re-visit old times. �That�s okay, Adam. After serving my prison terms, I dedicated myself to noble works among the poor.� �Really?� �Sure. How do you think I got this job instead of the one walking the Hounds of Hell?� Brennan smiled, and reached behind him, pressing a button with a wing-tip. The gates swung open wide, noiselessly. �Go right in. God�s waiting for you.� I entered the gates, and then realized I wasn�t sure quite where to go. Brennan noticed my indecision. �Second door on the left. You can�t miss it.� Brennan was right. The second door on the left was oddly familiar, polished stainless steel�where had I seen that before? Before I could recall, the door slid open to the left. The office was oddly familiar as well�lots of steel, glass, and a generally cold atmosphere. Shouldn�t God be warm and fuzzy? Then I noticed God. I always thought of God as an old guy with white hair, but never as this guy with white hair. Mason turned around in his chair. �Adam! What are you doing in Heaven?� For a moment, I was speechless. Mason smiling had that effect on most people. �I followed the white light and eventually came here.� �Incompetent idiots in traffic control. Well, until I can straighten out this problem, you may as well relax. Have a seat, Adam.� He was still smiling as he picked up his phone. �Why aren�t you wearing white?� Mason was still wearing one of his black pinstripe suits. I could not believe it. �I�m God. I can wear what I want.� I looked about Mason�s office. As far as I could tell, every detail was exactly like his Genomex office except that the back window looked out onto vast ranges of clouds, topped by harp-playing angels. |