fandomtownies | Our Lady of Fandom, Monday all day

It didn't take much to put together the conversation in the garden with a radio podcast and after a day spent in quiet contemplation, Wilson had kissed Aziraphale goodbye as he'd headed out of the clinic and made a beeline for the church.

Not particularly shy with the door, the young doctor gave it a firm shove open and stepped across the threshhold.

"Greetings!" He called out, pitching his voice to make use of the church's excellent accoustics.

Gabriel abruptly stopped playing and turned around. "Oh. James Wilson. Come to pray, have you?"

One dark eyebrow arched upwards even as Wilson reminded himself of angels and their habits of anticipating names.

Setting his hands on his hips, he smiled brightly.

"Now why would I want to do that, always struck me as a fairly futile practice."

"I couldn't agree less," Gabriel replied, smiling coldly, "but that's usually why people come to churches. Thinking He'd listen. But I hear you have other connections for approaching the Divine, which raises the question why you're really here."

"You angels are quite the gossipy lot. Here I would have thought you had better things to do with your time," Wilson said with a quirky grin.

"Why, I came here to welcome you to our lovely little island. Taken over here at the church have you? Now that seems positively ironic."

Gabriel ignored that last comment. "I don't gossip. I merely ask what brings you to my doorstep," he replied acidly. "And I would recommend you not to say anything that might upset me. I'll get into so much trouble if I kill you."

Wilson smiled sweetly.

"Now now, no need to be like that, I was 'merely' answering your question. Would it help if I did so more slowly? Or maybe used smaller words?"

As a rule, Wilson usually tried to make friends with the new people but it seemed he was picking up on at least Aziraphale's tension or perhaps simply reacting to the idea of being used as a tool in angelic turf squabbles."

"Out," Gabriel said calmly, pointing at the door. "You are henceforth banished from this church." He smiled coldly.

After a moments pause ~~because strangely enough work likes the mun to do work now and again~~ Wilson walked towards one of the pews.

"Last time I checked, this was HIS house and open to every one of HIS children who sought sanctuary within it's walls."

Sitting down on the bench, the doctor reached for a Bible and set it demurely upon his lap.

"By all means, if you'd like to go back to what you were playing, it sounded quite beautiful."

Did that sound like a command? At least there was a compliment added at the end, right?

"He's not around, and I'm the caretaker," Gabriel replied coldly, striding over to the pew. He grabbed the Bible and smacked the doctor over the head with it, then grabbed him by the throat and pulled him to his feet. "You like the company of angels? Just let me remind you that whatever we may do or say, mortals are just toys to us." He dragged Wilson towards the door, and while he didn't have his full angelic strength anymore he had millenia of experience. Throwing the man on the floor, Gabriel pointed at the door. "Out. Go find sanctuary elsewhere."

Ooof!

Okay, note to self that 'mortal' comment Lucifer had made obviously did not quite mean without the ability to physically drop a snarky doctor on his head...or butt as the case might be.

This was a good thing to know for the future and Wilson eyed Gabriel speculatively as he rubbed at his throat.

"Good to know," he said with a cheeky -if slightly wan- smile but he did pick himself up and headed for the door.

Gabriel coldly watched him leave, not replying. He then took a few steps back. "This is what you get when you treat the monkeys too well," he muttered to himself.

Inara was drawn inside the church by the music and took a seat in one of the back pews to listen and contemplate.

Gabriel turned and frowned, but didn't stop playing. "I could use some food," he called out. "Playing is hard work after all."

This was steeping really low, he knew, but he was running out of money.

"Oh?" She looked up and over at Gabriel, "There are many places in town that provide food, but you probably know that already."

He stopped playing and glared at her. "Please, I was trying to be subtle. I play. You listen. What do I get in return," Gabriel replied, adding: "...Inara."

"How do you know me?" Her eyebrows raised and she sat forward in her seat. "You play for compensation? You should have said."

Stupid monkey. "I did say!" he scowled. "Why do I have to spell things out for you people." He turned towards Inara, glaring at her. "Or are you here for praying. Well, go ahead. I'm sure he'll listen!"

"No, I came for the music, and like any musician, you should be repaid for your time," Inara rose gracefully from her seat, "would you prefer money, credits, or a sandwich?"

Gabriel looked just a tiny bit surprised. "A sandwich would be preferable." It would feel better than receiving money directly.

"Are there any dietary restrictions you have?" She didn't cook much on this older equipment, but she could purchase food.

Gabriel thought for a moment. Not that there were any dietary restrictions, but he could always invent them if necessary. "No cucumber," he said, finally. It consisted mostly of water anyway.

"I'll be back in a little bit," Inara promised, heading back outside. She returned about twenty minutes later with an assortment of sandwiches and fresh summer fruits and vegetables. Knowing men, she'd also gotten a small selection of baked goods. "No cucumber," she nodded, placing the boxes down on one of the pews.

"Now, how did you know my name?"

Gabriel quickly grabbed a sandwich and took a large bite of it. "Just a talent I have." The food hade made him lose interest in the girl, but he reminded himself that helpful monkeys were useful, especially since he could no longer get the nearly dead as servants. "I'm Gabriel," he said. "Nice to meet you." Well, it was, as she brought him food.

"Do you play often?" Inara didn't need to introduce herself, obviously, and she wasn't sure at all that it was nice to meet Gabriel.

"Oh, only when I'm in the mood," Gabriel replied. He was enjoying the food Inara had brought, which interested him a lot more than Inara herself. He was totally oblivious to the beauty of the woman talking to him, as the particular part of human nature that would have noticed it had not been something he'd acquired in his transformation. "I usually play the trumpet though." He gestured at the instrument lying on one of the pews.

Inara actually found it a bit novel to meet a man who seemed to have no overt reaction to her appearance, but didn't mind.

She also had less familiarity with the Christian scriptures, so the name Gabriel and an associated trumpet held no special significance to her. "Why did you choose to play in a church?"

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "The church was empty," he said finally. Actually he hadn't even thought about it. "And I'm staying here."

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