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Part 9
I can't leave him here alone, and I don't want to risk making it worse by bringing another entity here, like the angels. Best to try reaching Enya to get her down here to help.

The writer stopped, letting Scott hold him back. Drawing a deep breath, Nathan knelt beside him and let him lean against him again, giving him more support while he pulled his phone from his pocket and began dialing. "I'm calling your sister," he explained, worried when Scott's only response was a vague nod before he closed his eyes, bringing one hand up to hold his head. He was still breathing hard, and even rubbing his temples didn't seem to be alleviating any of the pain. Nathan tried to stay calm, becoming more and more anxious with each ring that went unanswered.

"Come on, come on, come on," he found himself chanting under his breath. By the third ring, he was starting to wonder if he shouldn't try to carry Scott inside; by the fourth, he was wondering if the phone was even on, and why it hadn't gone to voicemail yet. At the sixth ring, Nathan was ready to give up and try something else, but the slight beep of the phone being answered made him snap back to attention. "Enya!" he shouted into his cell. "I need help out here, quick!"

"Whoa! Nathan! Slow down!" There was a muffled voice in the background, and Enya told whoever it was to wait a minute before addressing Nathan again. "Where are you? What happened?"

"We're outside. We just pulled up and Scott collapsed..."


"He said he sensed something strong, something worse than Gula," he rattled off quickly, adjusting his hold on Scott. "Enya, he's in a lot of pain and I don't know what to do."

"Sit tight; I'll be right there."

It wasn't long after the call ended that the door of the building they'd pulled in front of opened and Enya appeared, followed by two of her band mates. Nathan watched them worriedly. Not seconds after he'd finished talking to Enya, Scott's hand had dropped from his head and he'd completely slumped against him, his breathing evening out before he fell unconscious. The two other women came over quickly to help Nathan up and lift their friend's unconscious twin between them, looking to both of them for further instruction. Enya drew a deep breath.

"Let's get him inside where it's warmer," she said quietly, a deliberate evenness to her voice. "It's probably a dizzy spell, and he just needs to lie down for a bit..."

"Um, Enya?" Nathan waited until she faced him, then signed his question. "Are you sure that's a good idea? He sensed something here. It could be inside."

"We don't have another option,"
she signed back, frowning. "Trust me on this. The more naturally we play it, the better. Rita is keeping Gula busy." She lowered her hands. "We just stopped for a dinner break. Gloria ordered us all some pizza. We can talk inside."

Nathan frowned, but didn't argue with her. She'd had more experience dealing with her brother's senses than he did, after all, but it didn't make him any less nervous. It had to be something inside, and they were walking right towards it. But what else could they do?

Enya lead the way, holding the doors open for her band mates to carry Scott inside, eventually rejoining the rest of the group in the studio where they were set up. Nathan did a quick scan of the room, trying to spot anything that might have been the source of his coworker's pain... even when he realized he had no idea what he was looking for. If it was one of the Sins, especially if it was one he hadn't met, how was he going to be able to tell? With a sigh of resignation, Nathan decided to give it a rest. For now, he'd just focus on making sure Scott was alright. Still, he was a bit curious about this photo shoot.

The room was large and well-lit, a section of it set up with backdrops and lighting rigs, along with a camera tripod and other assorted gear the writer could only assume were photography materials sitting nearby. Like Enya had said, they were taking a break, and across from the set were an arrangement of sofas and armchairs, a coffee table, and a counter with a cooler and bottles of water. Near this counter stood Rita, bouncing on her heels as she babbled away with Gula, who (despite the last Nathan had seen of her) seemed to be less... disquieting than before. Even when she turned and waved at him, he didn't feel quite as put off by her unnatural presence as he had been when he'd encountered her on the bridge before. Or rather, didn't encounter her. That event had no longer happened. He wondered how much the Sins remembered...

"What happened?" Susan came jogging over to where Nathan stood, watching Enya briefly while the other woman went to tend to her brother, looking to the writer instead for an explanation. Thankfully, he had the excuse of knowing her from work, so he didn't have to finagle an awkward introduction before he talked to her.

"Dizzy spell," he told her, using the term Enya had, figuring it was how they usually explained it. "I was due for a check up at the hospital, but we decided to stop by and see how the shoot was going when I was done. Good thing I was driving."

Susan nodded, chewing her lip worriedly. "Enya said you two might be stopping by. Guess it's a good thing you got here when we stopped for a break, otherwise she might not have gotten your call. Any idea why Scott fainted?"

Nathan didn't want to, but he knew he had to lie. "No clue."

"Why is everyone so glum?" came Gloria's voice suddenly as she sauntered in from an adjoining room. She looked across the gathering, passing over Scott on the couch before her eyes snapped back to him, growing wide before she looked at Enya. "Don't tell me he showed up and fainted on the doorstep..."

"If you think he did it on purpose, Glo, I'm going to break that pretty little nose of yours," Enya told her curtly. "I already told you he was going to stop by."

"I know, but it seems like every time we get within feet of each other, he's ready to pull some stunt to make me look bad." Gloria sighed, shaking her head before her gaze drifted over to Nathan, the hint of a smirk gracing her lips. "And hello again, Mr. Keene. Here for support or titillation?"

"Gloria!" Enya growled at her from across the room, but the model only shrugged.

"What? I'm not the one dressed like a green, burlesque peacock. I figured you told him the theme of the shoot."

The moment she said it, Nathan finally took notice of what Enya and the rest of her band mates were wearing. Burlesque peacock was an apt description: the costume was essentially a bodice corset with gloves, knee-high boots, and a long feather train resembling a bird's tail feathers. Each woman wore a different color, Enya's being a rich shade of emerald green. Nathan knew his face was starting to turn the color of his hair.

"Honestly," he said with an embarrassed chuckle. "I hadn't really noticed until you said that. I was more worried about Scott."

Gloria gave him a somewhat skeptical look, but shrugged again, rolling her eyes. "Whatever floats your fancy, sweetheart. I'd take Enya over her twin any day of the week."

"Gloria!" Enya hissed again, this time standing to confront her. "Would you stop that?"

"Sugar, that was a jab at your brother, not you. Lighten up."

"No." Enya propped her hands on her hips. "Jokes are one thing now and then, but you've been at this all day. Scott annoys me from time to time too, but he's still my brother and I still care about him. I know I was a little agitated that he and Nathan had to go to the hospital instead of coming to the shoot from the start, but that by no means gives you license to insult either him or my friend when they finally do arrive." She cast Nathan an apologetic glance before shooting Gloria another glare.

The model mirrored her, jutting one hip to the side while she glared right back. "Remember, I'm doing this for you as a favor. If I don't pay your bill, who will?"

Enya snorted and laughed. "Don't try to play games with me, Glo. The tabloids love a story more than the truth, but I could tell them a few things you'd really rather keep secret."

"You could, but you won't."

"And you won't pull funding off the shoot because I called you out on your bullshit." She smirked. "You're my friend, Gloria. Don't get all haughty on me just because I defended my brother from your unnecessary insults. I know you don't like him as much as you used to let on. That's still no reason to insult him in front of me." She drew a deep breath and extended her hand. "Truce?"

Gloria looked at her hand, then once again mimicked her, sighing as she removed her hands from her hips and took Enya's outstretched palm. "Okay. Truce." She turned to Nathan again. "Sorry for insinuating that you favored Scott over Enya. With the way he acts about my choices in partners, sometimes I have to wonder if he's not trying to hide something..."

"Gloria..." Enya said through her teeth, trying to keep her smile. The model sighed again.

"Right, right. Sorry, Mr. Keene."

"What's all the grumbling out here?" came a man's voice from the other room. Through the same doorway Gloria had entered from stepped a tall figure, clad in black and adjusting the lens of the camera around his neck. When he looked up to see what was going on, Nathan thought that he might faint too.

Especially when his red eyes locked with his and he smiled.

"Oh, hello Nathan. Glad to see you again."

Gabriel. Oh my God, Gabriel...
I've been sick the past few days, and I had a long shift at work yesterday, which made finding time for writing difficult, even though I really love how this chapter came out. My stomach is still killing me, and I can only describe the pain I was in Friday as so excruciating, I would rather be getting Scott's headaches. Also, double length this week because next week, I'm going to my cousin's wedding, and I don't know if I'll have time for a chapter. I won't postpone it yet, but I wanted to give you all a heads up.

So, look who finally showed up in Book 4! I have a hunch I know where the votes will go this week, but we'll see how it all plays out. And in case it wasn't clear enough, Gloria is more or less supporting the Scott X Nathan ship, even if she's doing so just to poke fun at Scott's homophobia, at Nathan's expense. Enya, needless to say, is not amused.

But hey, now we know why Scott fainted, right? Right?

THE CHOICE HAS BEEN MADE: Read Part 10 to see his decision!

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NurulKamil Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Cei-Ellem Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Seems to be the general consensus.
NurulKamil Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Well, at this point we don't know what Gabriel might do, so yeah. Plus he seems to be the reason Scott's senses went haywire, hm.
Cei-Ellem Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Yep. Silver and pears.
NurulKamil Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I see.
Cei-Ellem Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I try to make sure that what Scott senses actually is relevant. Both these things are symbolic of Gabriel, just like lemons were for Raphael.
NurulKamil Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I see. I like that about Edge of Thorns, you know. The little things mean something, and I like finding them. They're like puzzle pieces.
Cei-Ellem Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I always loved those things in books too, which is why I like to include them. Hints here and there, things you can go back and read and go "Wow! Now I get it!"
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UltimaMage578 Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014
Like oh my god... oh my god... Oh my god.
Cei-Ellem Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hahaha. "Oh my god" what, exactly?
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