Free Guardian Angel by David Trebus

It expanded, slowly growing until it encompassed the light fitting making. Were his lights going to be sucked up on high through it? Two small feet emerged, followed by slender legs and finally Jasmine’s torso and head. Her wings were the last to emerge. They glowed bright, each feather emanating light, and were cast up above her, their tips holding the edge of the portal open until she was fully through, shutting it off as they folded down to tuck behind her back. His light fitting was still in one piece. that shouldn't have been disappointing, but it was.
    Michael noticed Jasmine smile, as he swung his computer chair round to face her. He felt much healthier upon seeing her return. The sight of her, brought faint memories of Jasmine singing to him again. Had she sung to him while he slept again?
    “ How are you feeling?”
    “ Fine…actually, I hadn’t even noticed. Amazing what a bit of TV and sleep can do.”
    “ And a little song or two.”
      Michael cocked his head a bit confused “I guess so…Where have you been?”
    “ Did you miss me?” There was a mischievous glint in her eyes.
    “ Well uh, I was just expecting you to be about” Michael could tell he was blushing from the smile on Jasmine's face.
    Her charge had always been hesitant showing affection or admitting feelings, it was cute in a way to her. She decided not to tease him and walked over to stand by the computer facing Michael as the glow of transition faded from her wings. She leaned against the wall, her wingtips brushing the wallpaper and casting odd shadows as the sun shone in through the window.
    “ I went on high again to check on a friend, and to see if I could find out anything more about our…pretty unique situation.” Jasmine sighed.
    “ And...any news?”
     
     
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    Jasmine recalled her attendance at Jazen’s choir. The choir was an angelic court, although dissimilar from the human version. The senior angels would hear Jazen sing and read his intentions, his thoughts and his past actions. They would then judge him and hand down appropriate punishment.
    He had once again gone too far in contacting his charge, spurred on by Jasmine and Michael’s situation. Jasmine regretted even mentioning it to him the last time they spoke. It was bound to encourage him in trying to contact his charge. Again, Jazen had appeared before Claire during one of her occult rituals. He again had broken one of the oldest rules of being a guardian.
    During his song, Jazen had mentioned Jasmine in one of the more sorrowful refrains, pleading for permission to speak to his charge openly as Jasmine could to Michael, but his pleas had been ignored. The rules were there for a good reason. They were first ordained on high when guardians first stood by Adam and Eve the day they were cast out of heaven. Even in his wrath, the almighty refused to leave man completely alone in the world.
    Jazen was denied his pleas. He had been found wanting and given his final warning. A chorus of voices half sang, half spoke the verdict. “No direct contact or you will be reassigned; a young cherub will stand by Claire. Further direct contact risks her memory being altered, a confusing process for any human. This is the Choir’s verdict, so it is said”
    After the Choir, Jazen gave several of the Seraphim an acidic look. She was surprised to see such raw emotion on his face and even more surprised that the emotion was anger. Jazen really was treading a dangerous path, even coming close to falling, all over his unrestrained emotions and desire to be noticed by his mortal charge. Jasmine felt a shudder remembering her own emotions towards Michael. Loving one’s charge as you would love a child was part of the job, but even that feeling had to be measured and contained. Falling for your charge was a completely different thing and altogether more precarious.
    Jasmine decided not to speak to Jazen as he left, not wishing to agitate the situation, merely giving him a