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Chapter Seven

   “Right, right,” Gage chuckled, “you know me too well.”

   Not that he wasn’t perfectly capable of driving himself around, he enjoyed it under the right circumstances actually, but it was much easier knowing you had someone to depend on should a situation take a turn for the worse. Wings don’t work when they’re broken either, and it’s kind of hard to catch a cab when you’re all bloodied up. He wasn’t expecting Sera to be the one doing to wounding of course, but when you were a dealer of death like he was you tended to make enemies. Enemies that popped up where you least expected it.

   Plus there was Michael…

    “And I know it’s out of the way but I need this chance if I’m going to get this done,” Gage continued on, “We’ve already been on earth for five days, two more and we’ll have to check in with Lucifer. And I don’t know about you, but I’d like to have good news if he’s going to drag me back to hell for it.”

   Yes, Jerry was very much hoping for good news too as his shudder would tell. He knew what kinds of “encouragement” the Lord of the Underworld liked to use…and wanted absolutely no part in it.

   Neither did Gage so the sooner he could gain Sera’s trust the better.

   “Fine,” the demon agreed as if he had a say in the matter, “what time is dis train d’u need tu catch?”

   Again Gage grinned, and again Jerry’s expression turned dark.

   “De first train of de day,” he grumbled to himself, “I should ‘ave fuckin’ known.”

   “Yup,” Gage nodded his head briskly, “so you better get your beauty rest.”

   A pillow shot by Gage’s head, “and d’u bettah hurry up and get d’ur ass out t’ere and find some chick tu bang, and don’t even t’ink about bringing her back ‘ere,” Jerry added quickly, “we’re not goin’ tu have time for any long goodbye’s in de morning.”

   That Gage was more than happy to comply with, “not a problem. Avery’s husband is out on business…we can just take it back to her place…if we make it to her place…” he smirked deviously.

   “I t’ought ‘er name was Sarah.”

   “It’s Sera,” Gage corrected him, “and I was talking about the blonde.”

   “Oh, right…d’u really t’ink she’ll still ‘ave d’u after you stood ‘er up?”

   “Who stood her up?” Gage held up innocent palms, “I’m just running late.”

   “Yeah and what if she ‘as already taken someone else’s offer for a good time?”

   Gage shook his head confidently, “what mortal woman has ever turned me down, and for a mortal man no less? She’ll be waiting.”

   “Fine, just make it quick,” again Jerry paused in thought, “No fuckin’ in my car eit’er,” he warned, “I won’t drive all de way to Vancouver in a car t’at smells like sex when I wasn’t de one who caused it.”

   Gage just shrugged, “fine, then we’ll do it in the alley,” a thought came to Gage’s mind, “hell I’ll fuck her on the bar if she wants me too. This isn’t exactly about romance and I’m sure she’s a few in by now, she’ll be ready for anything.”

   “Fine,” Jerry grumbled into his pillow, “see d’u all bright and fuckin’ early.”

   “Sweet dreams Jerry,” Gage called cheerfully as he turned the light back off.

   Another pillow hit the back of the door with a big ‘fuck you’ as he shut it.

   Gage kept his chuckle to himself as he grabbed the car keys off the table by the front door, Jerry hated sleeping, hated having dreams that were not his own. It was another downfall to inhabiting the body of someone else. Just because the soul- and as such the personality- of the body was no longer home didn’t mean it didn’t retain its memories. Eventually they would wane to Jerry’s own thoughts, but those borrowed electrical impulses would be vivid for a while longer still. He didn’t absorb all the memories, once Jerry’s…spirit so to speak left the shell he would lose his access to the donors memories, keeping only his own experiences in his mind.

   Gage couldn’t even imagine what that was like. To have pictures of people and places you didn’t know take form behind your closed lids. He understood the concept of dreams as was told to him by others, but having never experienced them he couldn’t even come close to relating to Jerry’s predicament. And really, his life was one big dream. He never wanted, he just had. Nothing was ever refused to him so why would he have a need to dream?

   Yup, he loved his unlife just the way it was and wouldn’t do a damn thing to change it.

   Avery being just one of the infinite numbers of reason why, women never denied him. And having seen many a mortal man struggle to have their urges satisfied- without a price of course- he could appreciate how easily sex came for him. He would make it quick as Jerry had asked, dawn was not all that far off so he would be heading for the train station soon enough.

   That excited him more than the thought of a quickie in the bar and he jogged cheerfully down the converted factory’s stairs into the night.

   Soon he’d be sitting across from Sera on the train- having already procured his ticket before he came to tell Jerry the good news- where she would have very little chance to escape him and his questions. He would get her to talk, and as he promised, he would listen. He would start light, asking about her family, her childhood. Then he’d move on to more recent events, mention how he heard she had lost one of her own and ask her how she felt about it.  He would offer relevant tidbits about himself and his own life in exchange for her answers in an attempt at friendly banter, in attempts to secure her friendship.

   He wasn’t expecting to secure her confession tomorrow, just her trust.

   For the mission of course.