fandomtownies | At the Church, Thursday

Maia walks up slowly behind him. "I knew I'd find you here. How are you?" Maia keeps her voice low as it is a church.

For a long moment, Aziraphale doesn't respond.

Finally, he turns his head and looks at Maia, his expression very serious. "Maia." He blinks a couple of times. "Are you enjoying the book I loaned you?"

"Yes I am. Sara has been sick so I have not been able to read a lot of it." Maia looks around the church and whispers. "Were you talking to Him? Were you telling him about Diana?"

"I...yes, I did mention Diana."

He looks away for a second, and then back at Maia. "I'm very sorry to hear that Sara is ill. Have you tried chicken soup? It's supposed to be very good for that sort of thing. So I hear, anyway."

"She doesn't eat chicken *Pauses* or meat. I made her drink some orange juice though this morning. She was up coughing all night."

Maia bites her lip. "What did He say? About Diana?" Maia's hands are working nervously in her lap, she is fighting to keep hope from showing to much in her eyes.

Aziraphale nods. "Orange juice is good, too." He sighs, and says, "It doesn't work that way Maia, I'm sorry. It isn't really a two-way conversation. If there's something He wants me to know, He'll send someone."

He turns back to stare at the window.

Maia looks furious. "Doesn't work that way!" Maia forgets to keep her voice down. "He's GOD! He can make it work however He wants." Maia is near tears now.

"Yes, Maia, He can. And this is how He prefers."

Aziraphale looks down at Maia. "I'm sorry. I should never have gotten involved in your affairs. It isn't my place, and I apologize if I've caused you grief. I...have been overstepping my bounds lately, and I'm very sorry."

Maia is backing away from Aziraphale now. "H-He prefers." Maia is sobbing now "It was His plan you said, His plan that made me this way." Sobbing harder and still backing away. "He DID THIS and now HE DECIDES TO BE SILENT!! NO! NO I am not going to let her DIE! You said, you said THIS *indicating her head* Was PART OF A PLAN. What kind of plan lets me see my mother DIE!!" Maia backs up and hits the wall. "Your an angel" Maia is talking in a whisper now. "Your an angel and you can't even get Him to talk back to you." All the hope that Maia had in Aziraphale being able to fix the situation is gone. She slides down the wall in defeat. She is no longer crying, she is just staring at a flower she had brought to give to Aziraphale.

Aziraphale rests his head on his arms, propped on the pew in front of him. He's silent.

Maia gets up without saying a word. Drops the flower in front of Aziraphale on the next pew and walks out of the church.

A soft voice speaks to her as she exits. "Maia, please, I'm sorry." A wave of sadness washes over her.

Maia stops, she's never felt sadness coming from Aziraphale, ever. its not his fault. he tried. Maia walks back into the church, sitting next to him on the pew she starts to cry.

Aziraphale gently takes Maia's hand in his, and holds it while she cries.

After a while Maia tears slow, to just gentle stray ones every now and then. "You tried. I know you did." Maia shivers. "Thank you. I am sorry I yelled at you. You've only ever been nice to me."

His voice slightly muffled, Aziraphale says, "No, Maia, you had every right to yell. I...allowed you to believe that I could help you. I involved myself in your private affairs, and gave you advice that I had no right to give."

He lifts his head and looks at Maia, his own eyes a little damp. "I just didn't want you to leave me while you were angry."

Maia feels completely defeated. Her voice is emotionless. "No, you were being a friend. I should not have told you what I saw. That was not fair of me to do. I am not angry." Maia shudders "I am disappointed, and I'm tired." Maia draws her knees up under her chin and closes her eyes.

Very softly, Aziraphale says, "Yes. Me too."

After a moment, he sits up. "Where is the one place here that makes you feel the happiest?"

Maia smiles and then blushes. "Sara's place" she blushes deeper.

"I know she's feeling ill, but do you think she's well enough for you to visit her?"

Maia chews her lip for a moment. "I don't want to bother her. She's just fallen asleep a little while ago. Took me ages to get her to sleep. She coughed all last night, fever and all that." Maia thinks "I like the fountain, in the park."

Aziraphale looks concerned at Maia's description. "I wish...." He shakes his head. "Then, would you do me a favor? Would you go to the fountain, and...try to find some happiness?"

Maia raises her eyebrow "what do you wish?"

He shakes his head again. "It makes no difference, Maia."

Maia takes his hand. "It does to me."

He smiles sadly at her. "Thank you, my dear."

"I wish I could help your Sara, so that she feels better."

Maia smiles softly. "Your are so very kind. She'll be fine. Its just a cold. Its doing her a world of good actually. To have to rest." Maia stops smiling "I don't know if I want to go to the fountain today."

Aziraphale frowns, and says very quietly, "There are too many people here who are pushing themselves too hard, and not getting enough rest."

He sighs, and looks over at Maia. "Is there someplace you would like to go then?"

Maia looks around the church. "I like being here" she pauses "with you."

Maia receives another small, sad smile, and Aziraphale squeezes her hand gently. "I'm so pleased that makes you happy, Maia. But...I'm not certain..." He trails off for a moment, looking back at the church window. "I'm not supposed to get so involved with the lives of mortals. I...I don't think it's good for you."

Maia frowns and looks at the front of the church where the crucifix is and raises her eyebrow. "His plan." Her voice is cold and determined. I am not losing one of my only friends

Aziraphale shakes his head slowly. "No, that is..." He sighs. "We aren't meant to interfere. You're supposed to make your own choices and find your own paths. If I tell you what you should do, and you do it because you believe that I would know better, it becomes my choice rather than yours. And if I tell you to do something because I truly believe that it's for the best, and you disagree...I- I risk that chance that you'll begin to resent me, or Him."

He bows his head and stares at the floor, looking profoundly miserable.

Maia stares at Aziraphale and then shakes her head. "No, thats not the case in my case. I see both roads of choice. I chose the one to take. I am chosing to obey Diana and not tell her. You cannot help me, she has her path. We all have our paths. I interact with you because you understand me. You know me. Your older then me of course but your old like I am. Things change around us but we don't change. Your my kindered spirit. I do not resent you or Him."

A single tear makes a path down his face. "Thank you," he whispers.

Maia squeezes his hand and hugs him.

((OOC: playing blackjack with your other RP and going to focus on that for a few minutes then need to go watch CSI))

Aziraphale hugs her back. "Do you know, I think I feel a bit like a walk in the park. Would you join me?"

[OOC: S'cool. CSI is vital to healthy living. So is not having two different characters talking to the same person at the same time. :D]

At the Church, Thursday

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