Guardian Angel (-john-)

[Amelia Raven Blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://thr4.pgmcdn.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/thumbnail_570x321/2012/03/elizabeth_banks_30_rock_a_l.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #003F87;] AMELIA RAVEN BLAKE. FUTURE SEER. SPARROW. A day ago Amelia Raven Blake had died. After she had written a message for Clint Barton she had stayed in the shadows for a while, not knowing what to do with herself. Now she finally knew what she needed to do. She needed to see her husband, she needed to make sure he didn't try anything. She floated...or glided to her home, it took her half the time it normally would, that was one of the pros of being a ghost, she could move faster. For the longest time she just stood outside her home, staring at it. Instinct took over and she reached into her pocket for her keys. They weren't there and she muttered out a curse. She had forgotten about that. However she didn't need them. Sparrow walked straight through the door and into the foyer. She nearly called out that she was home, but no one would have been able to hear her. She sighed and walked into the house, where was John? She surveyed her surroundings. "John..." She murmured, just to say his name.

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[John Blake]

A day...A day without her..and it was killing him.

He had received the call from an old friend...But he didn't even care to remember who had told him. He sighed, looking down at the gun clasped in his hands. It was loaded. One shot.

He sat on his bed, tears dripping down his eyes as he pulled back the crank on the weapon, waiting to put it on his temple and just pull the trigger. "Amelia.....no.....I love you..." He whispered from his position on their bed.

Her picture was in one hand, and the gun was in the other. He sighed as he lifted the gun to his temple, digging the cold metal into his skin. His finger trembled over the trigger. He wanted to pull it so badly. To go find her, wherever she may be...

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://thr4.pgmcdn.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/thumbnail_570x321/2012/03/elizabeth_banks_30_rock_a_l.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #003F87;] AMELIA RAVEN BLAKE. FUTURE SEER. SPARROW. Amelia glided to where their bedroom was, looking inside. She winced at what she saw. John, a gun pressed to his temple, her picture in his hand. "NO!" She screamed thinking he could hear her. "John!!!" She ran forward and when she put her hand on his, it went right through. She winced at the strange sensation that went through her hand, not knowing that he'd feel that. A chilly touch, right through his hand. She touched the gun, concentrating and pushing the safety back on. She was shocked that she could do it, but a grin broke out across her face. She would stay with him and then go find Hunter, Scout's friend, the one who could speak to ghosts. However she didn't know that by the time she got to do that, she would forget everything she knew about him. But for now she was just going to stay with John. She had to keep him from hurting himself. She needed something. Maybe if she could touch the gun that perhaps she could touch a pencil and a piece of paper. Just maybe.

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[John Blake]

John was just about to pull the trigger when he felt the icy feeling in his hand. He sighed, and lowered the gun, seeing that the safety was on he sighed. He could have sworn he had switched it off.

He muttered her name, the way she had taught him to say it in French, the language still felt so foreign on his tongue...but he decided he would figure at least some of it out. Just enough French to write a good bye letter... He thought silently as he raised his hand to throw the gun across the room.

But he couldn't let go of the gun...

He sighed and set the gun on the bed beside him. Another tear slipped from his eye as he clicked the safety off again but didn't pick up the gun. He looked back at her picture, and sobbed silently.

It was the day he took her to DisneyLand as a surprise....She was laughing, standing in the line for Space Mountain, she was still wet from Splash Mountain. He felt his lips twitch ever so faintly after he remembered her dragging him from Fronter Land to Future Land, on the other side of the park...

He continued to cry. He missed her so much, and this wouldn't have been the first time he had attempted to kill himself.........Nor would it be the last.

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://thr4.pgmcdn.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/thumbnail_570x321/2012/03/elizabeth_banks_30_rock_a_l.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #003F87;] AMELIA RAVEN BLAKE. FUTURE SEER. SPARROW. Amelia sighed, her hand putting the safety back on once more. She brushed her lips against his cheek, still not knowing that he would feel it, a chilled brush across his cheek. She regarded him with sad eyes. She needed to find a piece of paper, or at least find out how to talk to him, she wanted him to hear her. She glided from the room and went into the bathroom. An idea hit her and she turned on the stream, closing the door. When the steam had caused the glass to glaze over with it she traced her finger across the glass. I love you. It said but he could have thought Alyss did it if he hadn't been paying attention to the water running. She allowed the door to creak open, the stream dripping when the cold air touched the blanket across the glass. The words dripped tears.

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[John Blake]

He felt something cold brush faintly across his cheek, but paid no heed as the warm tears continued to slide down his face. The gun beside him didn't move much, and neither did he as he sat silently, waiting for the chance to build the nerve to raise it to his head again.

He didn't hear the water turn on, and didn't even attempt to stand to see what it was. A sigh slipped past his lips as he threw himself down on the bed, slamming his face into the sheets.

It only made it worse. The sheets smelled like her. Everything in the house reminded him of her. Every little thing sent pain ripping across him...All of it...

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://thr4.pgmcdn.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/thumbnail_570x321/2012/03/elizabeth_banks_30_rock_a_l.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #003F87;] AMELIA RAVEN BLAKE. FUTURE SEER. SPARROW. Despair came over her when he didn't come. "Alright John." She was going to take her words to him. She went to Alyss's room, looking around. There was a card that James had made her that said I love you on it and Amelia pushed it and Alexi's book over. It dropped with a bang, the card trapped under the book. She waited, she needed him to know that she was here, then maybe she'd find a way to speak to him using objects around the house. She sighed softly and waited. He had to come and see what was going on.

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[John Blake]

He heard the thump of something falling in Alyss's room. A thought slammed into his head. What if Alyss saw me with the gun to my head? He sighed, how much of a horrible parent was he?

He stumbled into the room, the gun in his back pocket, the safety still on. He saw the book and bent down to pick it up. On the back was taped James' note to Alyss'.

It said he loved her, but normally Alyss kept the note under her pillow. He looked at it, a tear sliding down his face. He had made a card like that, extreamly special, for his and his wife's anniversary...but......she was gone....

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://thr4.pgmcdn.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/thumbnail_570x321/2012/03/elizabeth_banks_30_rock_a_l.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #003F87;] AMELIA RAVEN BLAKE. FUTURE SEER. SPARROW. Amelia sighed, he hadn't caught on. She grumbled to herself and looked around the room. She bit her lip, wanting the pain of it. But it didn't even prick, it was just empty feeling. She sighed and blew air through her mouth, against the note. It fluttered slightly, sliding to the edge of the book. She went to the book shelf, grabbed the pencil, and broke the lead off, a snap filling the air. Then she went back to the John and the card. She wrote. Forever and Always in her neat hand writing the lead making it a little less creepy...since she hadn't picked up the pencil so he hadn't seen a floating pencil. She stepped back and looked at him, her eyes hopeful.

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[John Blake]

John heard the snap and looked up, tears in his eyes. Looking down at the paper, he saw the words start to form, in his wife's handwriting.

He dropped to his knees, grabbing the not and clutching it close to his chest as more tears began to pour down his face. "Amelia!" He sobbed, over and over, clutching the note.

Pain was in his voice as well as his eyes. She had to be there...somewhere....But he couldn't see her... And that alone killed him. That she might be here...but he can't touch, or see her. It was as if reality was tormenting him....

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://thr4.pgmcdn.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/thumbnail_570x321/2012/03/elizabeth_banks_30_rock_a_l.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #003F87;] AMELIA RAVEN BLAKE. FUTURE SEER. SPARROW. Amelia recalled the teachings. She had to focus. She closed her eyes and placed her hand against his shoulder, the ghostly hand hovering over his shoulder. Slowly she became visible. She didn't know if he could hear her but tried, focusing on projecting her voice to him, "John..." She murmured praying he'd hear her. (ugh short)

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[John Blake]

His shoulder grew icily cold and he knew someone was there. More tears cascaded down his face as he nearly curled up in a ball on the floor in Alyss' room.

He heard a faint whisper, though he couldn't make it out. But he knew it was Amelia's voice. It sent ice through his heart. He knew she was there...but he couldn't see her. His eyes were squeezed shut as tight as he could get them, yet still his tears somehow slipped through...

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://thr4.pgmcdn.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/thumbnail_570x321/2012/03/elizabeth_banks_30_rock_a_l.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #003F87;] AMELIA RAVEN BLAKE. FUTURE SEER. SPARROW. Amelia grabbed another piece of paper, it was lying on Alyss's night stand. She scribbled out, I never really left you. and let it drift down in front of her beloved husband. She looked at him with sad eyes, willing him to understand that she was right there and that she hadn't really left him. She would never truly leave him. With her mind on John's figure and how he would react to the words, two very important dates slipped away from her mind. Two dates that she would kill herself for forgetting. One date that would cause a fight to break out between Amelia and her husband when the impossible brought her back.

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[John Blake]

John heard the fluttering of paper and picked it up. It took a moment for the tears to stop long enough to see the writing, he knew the scribbles belonged to his wife. Did she know she was going to die and leave me all these notes? He thought sadly, he didn't believe in ghosts, though he probably should have.

He held the paper tightly in his hand. Tears streamed down his face. Their anniversary was the next week...and he would be spending it alone. Alone or dead...

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://thr4.pgmcdn.net/sites/default/files/imagecache/thumbnail_570x321/2012/03/elizabeth_banks_30_rock_a_l.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #003F87;] AMELIA RAVEN BLAKE. FUTURE SEER. SPARROW. Amelia sighed and remembered the lessons that Tucker had given her. She closed her eyes, placing her hand on John's. She strained. See yourself through another's eyes, come on Amelia I know you can do this. You're the strongest ghost I've ever met. It should be a piece of cake for you. Tucker's words came back to her. She smiled at the thought, the strongest one. She felt her figure flicker and she knew she could be seen, because she had allowed him to, she had reached in with a gentle hand and switched on an internal switch of some sorts, allowing him to open his eyes and see through the worlds and her. "John..." She murmured, concentrating and projecting her voice.

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