abitofclaireity:<\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s a stupid idea. Claire\u00a0knows<\/em>\u00a0it\u2019s a stupid idea, but that\u2019s not going to stop her.\u00a0Knowing it was stupid hadn\u2019t stopped her from going with a virtual stranger on angel airlines to Egypt. Knowing it was stupid hadn\u2019t kept her from maxing out her mom\u2019s credit card ordering everything she could think of that might tell her\u00a0where<\/em>\u00a0her mom is (or where her dad\u2019s body is, but that was a bit more\u00a0esoteric\u00a0and a lot more expensive).\u00a0Knowing it was stupid hadn\u2019t stopped her from taking a bus across three states by herself to get to Becky\u2019s. \u00a0<\/p>\n
That doesn\u2019t even begin to get into the things she did while she was on the run\u00a0with<\/em>\u00a0her mother. So knowing something is stupid isn\u2019t going to get her to not do it, especially when she\u2019s scared or pissed off. And today is definitely a pissed off kind of day.<\/p>\n
Which is why she fires off a quick text to Becky telling her that she\u2019s going over to classmate\u2019s after school to work on a project,\u00a0so u dont need 2 pick me ^ 2day k,\u00a0<\/em>when she is doing nothing of the sort. She has a full head of steam to back her, and so when she heads out after class she doesn\u2019t even bother to check and make sure that Becky got her message.<\/p>\n
She wants to rage and scream and howl and cry, but there are still too many people around for her to just let go. She\u00a0hates<\/em>\u00a0her school,\u00a0hates<\/em>\u00a0the other students,\u00a0hates<\/em>\u00a0the teachers; especially the\u2014 the\u2014 the\u00a0assbutt\u00a0<\/em>teaching science. In the time that she has been taking classes here, all that she has done is butt heads with him, and it wasn\u2019t even her fault to begin with.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Somehow or another he\u2019d found out that she had gone to a Catholic school before moving to Windom, and in his\u00a0great<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0wonderful\u00a0<\/em>atheist world view that meant that she had been taught everything\u00a0wrong<\/em>. Nevermind that Sister Marianne had a Master\u2019s degree in Physical Anthropology and a PhD in Classical Archaeology before she felt God calling her to the church. Nevermind that Sister Marianne had taught them amazing things about how evolution was God\u2019s work. No that was all wrong. Terribly wrong. Wronger than anything could ever be wrong at all. Claire had to be \u201ceducated properly\u201d, which apparently meant that every single damn time something was explained there was an accompanying \u201cand this is why God isn\u2019t real\u201d lecture.<\/p>\n
When you\u2019ve been kidnapped by demons, ridden by an angel, and chased across the country by the fear of both it\u2019s a little hard to deal with someone who doesn\u2019t believe. So Claire needs some time and some space and maybe a little adventure. Talk a walk on the wild side and all that, just to remind herself that the stupid teacher doesn\u2019t know anything about the\u00a0real<\/em>\u00a0world. The real world that doesn\u2019t include going back to another Vessel\u2019s home where they pretend nothing ever happened to them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It takes an hour of walking, but she finally managed to get out to Warren Lake, and find a space that it empty and quiet. Then she screams. And screams and screams, hurling her bag at a tree and stomping around in a fit of teenaged angst that lasts only a few minutes before she drops to the ground and wraps her arms around her knees.<\/p>\n
“I don\u2019t know if I can do this, Daddy\u2026 Castiel\u2026 Balthazar\u2026 Someone\u2026 anyone\u2026 tell me what to do\u2026”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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blackmakrketangel:<\/p>\n
\nBalthazar had waited a little bit, just to be one hundred percent surer that him being around her again, wouldn\u2019t put her in danger. He had also been working on a gift for her to make up for his absence. He had never really felt the need to make a gift for anyone, since the time he made Cas a necklace of all their feather\u2019s, the whole group of them – Anna, Balthazar Castiel and Uriel – when trouble sparked. Cas had left it with him when he left for good, to help the humans, and Balthazar had taken it\u00a0apart, keeping the feathers. They were what was in the box.<\/p>\n
The idea was kind of the same, but he was also adding cinnamon bun pancakes to the deal, so he hoped\u00a0Claire\u00a0wouldn\u2019t be too upset about his\u00a0hasty\u00a0retreat. He did feel bad about it, so he was planning on fixing it.<\/p>\n
Claire\u00a0truly\u00a0was a remarkable human, the way she seemed to get under his skin. He wanted to\u00a0protect\u00a0her, to make her happy, to make sure that she was\u00a0always\u00a0safe and smiling. Castiel made him feel the same way, but it was more family-like with Claire then the I-want-to-be-your-everything with Castiel. That didn\u2019t make the feelings any less strong, and angels could be damn protective over those they thought of as family. Balthazar just didn\u2019t feel like most of his family\u00a0was<\/em>\u00a0his family.<\/p>\n
He finished the necklace, and snapped up the pancakes and stole away to her\u2026 and stops. He looks at her, and the mess that\u2019s around before walking over slowly, and sitting next to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire\u2026\u201d he whispers, putting the offerings off to the side and pulling her into a hug. He doesn\u2019t say anything, he was never good at those things, but he holds her close, offering her comfort.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
abitofclaireity:<\/p>\n
\nFor a long moment, Claire is frozen in place. It\u2019s not so much that she doesn\u2019t want to believe that someone has actually come when she prayed for help, as it is a general disbelief that someone is there. Enough of her prayers and wishes have gone unanswered over the years that she finds it difficult to believe that someone would come when she actually needs them. And then she is coiling her arms around Balthazar\u2019s waist and burrowing into his hug. She buries her face in his shirt and her shoulders shake with the tears that she wants to cry but refuses to allow to fall.<\/p>\n
For all that she\u2019s been through, Claire is still only a child. She is still trying to reconcile her childhood dreams with her current reality and then trying to fit the misshapen pieces into the jigsaw puzzle of growing up. There is so much of her, however, that has become entangled in angels and demons and the truth of the world that the pieces don\u2019t fit with her life. It is not wonder that it is the supernatural that she turns to when it feels like everything is falling apart on her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And maybe,\u00a0maybe\u00a0<\/em>she lets some of the tears she\u2019s trying to hold back fall, and maybe she holds on a little tighter when they do. She\u2019s not sure how long she pretends that she isn\u2019t crying, but eventually she manages to muster enough courage to pull away just enough to look up at Balthazar with red eyes and a softly spoken greeting. \u201cUm. He-hello Balthazar.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
blackmakrketangel:<\/p>\n
\nBalthazar rubs her back as she shakes, holding her as close and tight as possible without hurting her. He doesn\u2019t remark when she cries, to give away that he knows. He can feel the wetness against his vessel\u2019s skin as it soaks into his shirt, but he knows a thing or two about pride, and has no issues playing blind. He hadn\u2019t known that Claire was this upset, and regrets leaving even more then he already had. Sure it was to protect her, but she obviously needed someone\u2026 and he should have been there.<\/p>\n
He smiles down at her when she lifts her head and wipes the tears from her cheeks. \u201cLooks like you got something in your eye.\u201d he smiled softly and pulled her fully into his lap. \u201cHey there darling, what\u2019s wrong? I haven\u2019t seen destruction this bad since Lucifer threw a\u00a0temper-tantrum.\u201d he was joking of course, something to lighten the mood\u2026 hopefully.<\/p>\n
He ran his fingers through her hair, pads of his fingers soft against her scalp, meant to sooth and ease.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
abitofclaireity:<\/p>\n
\nClaire slumps against him when he pulls her into his lap, absolutely exhausted from the long walk, from the rage and from the tears she\u2019s cried. She feels so drained that she\u2019s surprised that there\u2019s enough of her brain left in her head that she can even understand what Balthazar is saying.<\/p>\n
“The devil throwing a temper tantrum sounds kinda dangerous,” she manages to get out, although her voice is rough from the tears. She flushes as she coughs to clear her throat and takes a few moments to gather her thoughts.<\/p>\n
“It\u2019s just\u2026 I dunno. Everything\u2019s been all weird lately. And I\u2019m supposed to be doing the normal life thing but\u2026 but how to I do that? How do I go back to being the me from before.” she swallows thickly. “The me from before Castiel and demons and everything?”\u00a0<\/p>\n
She clenches her fists, wanting nothing more than to lash out and hit something all over again, but she can\u2019t. That sort of this is only for when you\u2019re alone, she tells herself. It\u2019s only for when no one is there to see you completely shatter yourself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After everything that she has been through, she doesn\u2019t feel like she\u2019s a child anymore; locking up all of her bad feelings and moods and hiding behind a smile is what her mother did, so that is what adults are supposed to do, right? And she wants so desperately to follow in her parents\u2019 footsteps. She wants to find some sort of higher purpose for her life, or at the least being the very best person that she can be, so she does what she thinks they would want her to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She takes a breath and unclenches her fists. She smoothes down her jacket.<\/p>\n
“I feel\u2026” she licks her lips, stairing down at her hands. “I feel like I\u2019m not the person I\u2019m supposed to be.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
blackmakrketangel:<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not supposed to go back to how everything was, because you\u2019re not the old you. You\u2019re the new you, and that\u2019s okay.\u201d Balthazar \u00a0grabs her chin softly. \u201cEveryone changes. They grow up, things happen that shape them. I\u2019m not the me I used to be, sure there are some things that are still me, but there is also new stuff. It\u2019s the way of life Claire. Everyone grows, this is growing up.\u201d he smiles. \u201cAnd you\u2019re lucky Claire. You get to know things that others don\u2019t. You\u00a0truly\u00a0know there is a God and angel\u2019s\u2026 even if we can be dicks and not how everyone expects us to be, you don\u2019t just have to rely on faith. You\u00a0know<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd screw that teacher, he\u2019s stupid. I could play Gabriel\u2019s role and stick him in something if you like? Maybe Twilight.\u201d he winks and smiles. \u201cHe\u2019s an ass, don\u2019t let him get you down. Just show him. Show him just how bright and wonderful you really are, because you are\u00a0Claire. If any human could ever be considered angelic, and in the right way, the way I remember angel\u2019s used to be; it\u2019s you. You\u2019re soul shines as bright as any Grace I\u2019d seen. You\u2019re so very wonderful Claire, never forget that. And don\u2019t let people like that idiot make you feel any different.\u201d<\/p>\n
He kisses her forehead. \u201cNow, after all that storming around, I bet yo\u2019re\u00a0hungry.\u201d he reached over and put the plastic\u00a0container\u00a0in her lap. \u201cCinnamon\u00a0bun pancakes, still warm.\u201d he smiles and snaps up some butter and\u00a0syrup\u00a0and he\u2019ll snap up what ever else she needs. \u201cAnd this.\u201d He grabs the necklace, which is one of his feathers. It looks like it\u2019s made of gold, but if she were to touch it, it would be soft as ever, but will not crumble or break. \u201cSo I\u2019m always there. Just hold it and call my name if you need me, and I\u2019ll come running.\u201d he smiles.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
abitofclaireity:<\/p>\n
\n“But\u2026” she\u2019s just trying to figure out how best to explain. It\u2019s all up there, all in her head, but she just can\u2019t get it out; can\u2019t put her thoughts and feelings into words. “But\u2026 it\u2019s\u2026 how can I be the new me and still do this whole\u2026 normal life thing? Go to school and\u2026 and make friends without worrying that they\u2019re gonna be demons or or or anything else! I don\u2019t want to give up knowing about all this stuff, but\u2026 how do I do it?”<\/p>\n
She truly doesn\u2019t want to; not even the promise of her parents\u2019 return would make her give up knowing what she knows. To give up the certainty that God is out there, somewhere, and there are angels watching over her. That there are people who fight the things in the dark to keep everyone else safe. She can\u2019t give up that knowledge, but it\u2019s that very knowledge that chaffs at her. She could be doing so much to help!<\/p>\n
“I\u2026 you\u2019re right. He\u2019s just so\u2014 so\u00a0sanctimonious<\/em>\u00a0about it! Like just because I have my faith, I\u2019m less than he is!\u201d She has to giggle at the thought of her teacher stuck in a movie. The giggle is choked off by the feriocious blush that spreads across her cheeks as Balthazar continues. \u201cThat\u2019s\u2026 um. I\u2014 there\u2019s no way, Balthazar! I\u2019m not anything like an angel. I\u2019m just\u2026 just me. Claire. Regular old human.\u201d<\/p>\n
She\u2019s still contemplating just how not angelic she is when he puts the container in her lap and the oh-so-delicious smell of cinnamon drags her out of her mope. If there is one thing in the world that Claire is addicted to, it\u2019s cinnamon, and her stomach gurgles in agreement when she pops the container open. She\u2019s already a couple bites in when Balthazar presents the necklace and it takes her a few minutes to stop staring at it, and instead stare at him.<\/p>\n
“It\u2019s so pretty\u2026”\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
blackmakrketangel:<\/p>\n
\n“I could come into school for you and point out who\u2019s a demon and who\u2019s not.\u201d he chuckles before tapping the necklace. \u201cThis is\u00a0special. Not only will it allow you to contact me, but it also has a calming aura, so if ever you feel\u00a0angry\u00a0or sad, just clutch it, and it\u2019ll sooth you\u2026 it will also let you see who is who, human demon, beats, God, you name it.\u201d he ruffles her hair. \u201cBut you know what happen\u2019s to those who go looking for trouble\u2026 just, enjoy life Claire. Human\u00a0life\u00a0is so short, you don;t have time to worry about that crap. Just know if anything happens I\u2019m here for you, and walk through life with your head held high.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was happy to know she liked both gifts, he was glad he had gotten it right. \u201cAnd Claire, you don\u2019t have to have Grace to be an angel, and I can\u2019t believe I\u2019m saying that but\u2026 you have a good heart, and a beautiful soul. You are what most angel\u2019s can\u2019t even imagine being. You have a true purity too you, so don\u2019t doubt yourself. I\u2019m an angel, I know these things.\u201d he winks and hugged her tightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, eat up and we\u2019ll go visit somewhere, maybe the moon? I\u2019m fully charged, better then ever, the sky is the limit\u2026 or not the limit, as I could take you to the sun, or\u00a0Pluto\u00a0or where ever.\u201d he chuckles.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
abitofclairety:<\/p>\n
\nWhen Claire\u2019s fingers tighten on the necklace, she feels such a sense of warmth and family and belonging that she draws in a startled breath. The tension that she hadn\u2019t even know that she had been carrying drains away from her, leaving her feeling lighter and happier than she\u2019s been in a long while. \u201cThank you Balthazar. For the necklace and the food and\u00a0everything<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hugs him back, not really knowing how to respond to that. Seriously, what do you say to an angel who has just claimed that you\u2019re better than most of his kin? Claire can only hope that her hug can express her awe and gratitude to him.<\/p>\n
“The moon?” her jaw drops in surprise. She hadn\u2019t even thought of anything like that before!\u00a0Of course<\/em>he\u2019d be able to go where ever he wanted,\u00a0Claire you idiot, he\u2019s an angel.<\/em>\u00a0Suddenly she has so many more places to consider and ideas fluttering through her mind that she really had no idea which to jump on first. Or rather second. The moon sounds pretty awesome. \u201cWe can really go to the moon?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
blackmakrketangel:<\/p>\n
\nBalthazar can tell, humans are so easy to read, so he knows how much this means to Claire. He feels a sense of\u00a0relief\u00a0and pride at being able to cheer her up. He closes his eyes and relaxes himself a little. At least someone out there showed\u00a0appreciation\u00a0for his help, and you, didn\u2019t hate him.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course we can\u00a0really\u00a0go to the moon.\u201d he smiled and got to his feet, pulling Claire with him. \u201cIs that where you want to go?\u201d he\u00a0stretched\u00a0his wings out, which oddly felt a little more\u00a0heavier\u00a0then normal, but it wasn\u2019t anything to worry about. \u201cYou\u2019ll have to stay close with me, so I can keep you breathing, as humans can;t breathe in space. But I can take you to the moon.\u201d he nods.<\/p>\n
This was going to be much more fun then staying in a locked flat with an irritable Lucifer, and already his spirits were rising.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
abitofclaireity:<\/p>\n
\nClaire lets him pull her up with a giggle, bouncing on her toes once she gets her feet under her. \u201cOf course I want to go to the moon! Who wouldn\u2019t want to? And I know I can\u2019t breath in space. That\u2019s why you\u2019re here!\u201d there\u2019s a cheerful teasing note to her voice when she says it, her eyes sparkling.<\/p>\n
She hasn\u2019t been this excited since the last adventure they went on. This was going to be so much fun!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
blackmakrketangel:<\/p>\n
\nBalthazar picked her up and put her over his shoulder. \u201cOh, a smart ass are you?\u201d he grinned\u00a0and flapped\u00a0his wings once. \u201cThis is going to be a little bit\u00a0different\u00a0then my normal disappear-and-reappear. It might get a little bumpy.\u201d he\u00a0careful\u00a0let her slide down so he was\u00a0cradling\u00a0her. \u201cI need to fly up a little, get closer and all that jazz.\u201d and he did, he flew up.<\/p>\n
Once he was up high enough he disappeared, and appeared in the air, right above the surface of the moon, before he gently set her down, staying close. He smiled, he had made it so gravity would still effect her, couldn\u2019t have her flying off on him now could he?<\/p>\n
\u201cI used to come here to think.\u201d and he had once gone with Cas here once, he had to drag him, as they really weren\u2019t supposed to, but it had been a fun adventure\u2026<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
abitofclaireity:<\/p>\n
\n“That\u2019s me!” She laughs brightly when he throws her over her shoulder, and is still giggling madly when he shifts her into a more comfortable position\u2026 and then they are flying and once again she is overcome with awe. She doesn\u2019t think she\u2019ll ever find this boring, it\u2019s just too amazing.<\/p>\n
Amazing was also the word for when she set foot on the moon. She held on to one of his hands, partly to keep herself steady and partly as a way to tell herself \u2018yes. I\u2019m really here\u2019. \u201cOh\u2026 oh wow. This is\u2026\u201d the grin that spreads across her face could probably light the Earth if they weren\u2019t currently on the moon.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She spins to face him, still smiling though it falters slightly by the look on his face. Claire takes a second to study him, then smiles again. \u201cJust to think?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
blackmakrketangel:<\/p>\n
\nBalthazar watches her, and yes. He knows he did good again, and once again that feeling of peace washes over him. Her smile does wonder\u2019s for the slight heavy feeling in his wings, ad well, that makes him feel even better. He lets her hold onto his hand and squeezes it gently,\u00a0reassuring\u00a0her that he is there and that he wont let go.<\/p>\n
\u201cBeautiful, isn\u2019t it?\u201d he smiles and closes his eyes before opening them again. \u201cI took Cas here once, back before humans were made. It was one of my many crazy ideas. I\u2019m sure by the end I\u2019d broken all my father\u2019s rules at least once, some many times. I liked to leave heaven often, go to earth, go to space. I can\u2019t count how many times we got in trouble\u2026 but this was my\u00a0Favorite. We came here and sat for hours and just\u00a0marveled\u00a0at the earth our father had created. The look in Cas\u2019 eye, it was when I knew\u2026 I knew that I\u2019d always be by his side, no matter what. I vowed then that I\u2019d protect him and care for him always.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fucked that one up real good, didn\u2019t you?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
abitofclairety:<\/p>\n
\n“It\u2019s absolutely amazng, Balthazar!” she all but chirps, smiling up at him. When he goes on to explain his time on the moon with Castiel, she tilts her head in a completely unconscious mimicry of the former angel. She bites her lip in consideration. “You really love him, don\u2019t you?”<\/p>\n
She\u2019s not one hundred percent certain what she feels about that. There\u2019s a part of her that equates Castiel with her father, and that part doesn\u2019t want to think about Balthazar and Castiel together in any way. It\u2019s not fair to Balthazar, to anyone really, but when it comes to her father, she\u2019s still the little girl who listened to bible stories at bedtime.<\/p>\n
Still\u2026 Balthazar deserves to be happy, just like he\u2019s cheered her up and made her happy, so she clamps down on that little voice and tugs on his hand. \u201cI want to look around and see everything. Show me?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
blackmakrketangel:<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYeah, but he doesn\u2019t feel the same way, so don\u2019t worry kiddo.\u201d he smiles and ruffles her hair. He letf her pull him around and nods. \u201cAlright, lets go explore the moon shall we?\u201d he smiles. \u201cBut I should take you home before it gets dark, so lets get going.\u201d he smiles and walks.<\/p>\n
He points out things as he walks, things that have changed, things that have stayed the same. He was happy to give her as much detail as possible, letting her soak in the\u00a0information\u00a0before starting in on the next tid-bit.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
abitofclaireity:<\/p>\n
\nClaire makes a face. \u201cWe\u2019re in space, it\u2019s always dark.\u201d That is prime logic right there. You know. Despite the fact that she knows exactly what Balthazar means. She just doesn\u2019t want to go home any time soon.<\/p>\n
She fires off questions in between stories, asbolutely fascinated by what he\u2019s telling her. She\u2019d never thought she\u2019d ever get a chance like this, and it\u2019s just\u2026 just\u2026 she has no words for it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She squeezes his hand in thanks as she quizzes him on whatever thought pops into her head. From questions on how the moon was centuries ago, to why it\u2019s the color it is, to everything that was changed with the moon landing\u2026 the questions don\u2019t really stop, although after awhile they drift away from questions about the moon to questions about history and the world.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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