Unexpected Miracles

A.N. I should stop chat-playing my crazy ideas....






Ewan didn't feel very well.

His body ached - and not in the good way - and he just couldn't keep food down despite feeling hungry all the time.

Returning to the lounge after spending an hour in the bathroom, Ewan slumped down onto the sofa, ignoring the protests from Cassiel as he pushed the angel off the sofa, forcing him to move to the chair. It was rare to see Cassiel alone, but it did happen from time to time. He was a little easier to handle than Ambriel; even more so when he was alone.

"I feel like shit..." Ewan groaned, lying back on the sofa, snuggling into the cushions. "I really hope Sam doesn't catch this stomach bug."

"I highly doubt Sam would be able to catch what you have," the angel replied with a smirk on his lips.

Ewan glared at Cassiel. "And what's that supposed to mean?" he snapped. He wasn't in the mood for any sarcastic comments from an angel.

Cassiel looked from the television set to the twenty year old human. "Do you remember the conversation we had the other week?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ewan relaxed back against the arm of the sofa, slipping his eyes closed as he tried to remember what he'd talked about with Cassiel. "I was talking about Jung and my baby boy...girl...thing."

"You said you wished you could understand just what he was dealing with by having your baby."

Ewan snorted. "It sure doesn't feel like mine. Tayler is getting all the good stuff. I guess its to be expected though...Not many guys would try and help out the one-night stand they'd knocked up." Opening his eyes, he looked at the angel once more. "But I don't see what that has anything to do with how I feel right now."

Cassiel's smile slowly slid into something more like a wicked grin. "I gave you a way to see things from Jung's point of view."

"Heh, of course you did," Ewan retorted. But he then took a few moments to actually think about what Cassiel was implying. As realization dawned on him, he leapt up from the sofa and flew over at the angel. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?"

Even confronted by a wild and enraged human didn't affect Cassiel's cool composure. This was the angel that didn't really get involved in anything, and he'd gone and meddled with Ewan's internal organs. "Given you a chance to experience what Jung has," the angel replied matter-of-factly.

"So I'm..."

"Yep."

"Fuck."

These angels were creating all sorta of chaos. First there was their very presence, then there was the fact they seemed insistent on taking Sam out to bars and getting him smashed. Ewan didn't mind, it felt nice that Sam had a social life. Ewan still went out and partied with friends he'd made in France, and so he didn't feel that Sam should be left out of the social world just because they had some different friends. There was also the fact that one of them had returned to heaven, leaving her host behind. Ewan didn't know much about it, but now Winston was no longer a plant. He was a woman.
And now both Winston and Ewan were in possession of a womb.
Only Winston's was most likely still empty.

Moving away from threatening to punch the angel in the face, Ewan began pacing the room, dragging his fingers over his head. "How am I supposed to explain this to Sam? What am I going to do with it?" He turned back to Cassiel. "And you're one hundred percent certain that this isn't some virus? I'm actually...you know...that way."

"I can fix you back to normal, but it'd mean terminating the baby, and I won't take a human life."

Ewan turned around to face the angel, sighing in defeat. "I can't believe this is happening to me..."

"You should be celebrating the creation of a new life."

"That new life is growing inside a place where life shouldn't grow!"

"It's growing inside a womb, which is where life usually grows."

"I meant it was growing inside a man!"

"Jung's a-"

"He wasn't at the time I got him pregnant!"

"Do you not want a child with Sam?"

Ewan paused his raging at the angel when he asked the question. Jung's baby was just that; Jung's baby. He wouldn't have as much to do with it as a normal father would - Tayler was taking over that role. Sure, there'd be days when Ewan would get to look after the kid on his own, even have them visit and stay with him at the apartment, but it wouldn't grow up with him. He and Sam wouldn't be the constant parents.

And part of him did want something as special as that with Sam.

Letting out a groan of defeat, Ewan fell ungracefully onto the sofa again, hands falling over his face. Just how was he going to explain something like this to Sam?

How were they going to explain this to Sam's mother?

No, wait, she'd probably actually be really happy about the prospect of a grandchild. She was thrilled over Winston's new form. It wouldn't really matter to Ravenna how the baby came to be or where it developed for the first nine months of its life, just that she would want to be a part of its life.

Not to mention the fact that Sam would be a great Dad. He already cared for two angels, countless numbers of plants, Wednesday and her Death-pony child and accepted Ewan despite all the mess and conflict that had occured at the start of their relationship. If there was one thing this kid could be guaranteed it was that it was getting the perfect father figure.

Dropping his hands to let them fall either side of him, Ewan stared up at the ceiling. "Fine. But if I have to wear a maternity dress I'm kicking your ass all the way from here to Heaven, and don't think I won't."