A/N: Well… here it is – my latest story. It’s a lot weirder than my other ones… and changes between POVs and between first and third person. Which may be a little confusing… and let me know if it is. I’ve edited this prologue, mostly because I wanted to change the name of the female character from Teale to Katherine. Don’t ask – personal preference, hehe. Besides, Katherine is more… realistic. I’m writing this story as I take a break from my other – Crushing Butterflies and Gift-wrap. If you have time, please go check it out. The chapters are pretty short – a lot shorter than this one.

Feel free to point out mistakes and give constructive criticism. Long emails get long replies from me. And I’ll even check out your work!

Summary: Can you imagine Heaven as a business? Guardian angels as your employees... God with his own email address? What about prophecies being emailed to the guardian angels in question? Everyone wants a prophecy – it provides excitement in the life of an angel, meaning that they don’t have to sit around all day, watching a particular person. Yes, because it’s so boring being dead.

Prologue

I watched over my charge with something akin to boredom settling in my mind. Looking at the same person day in, day out, could get pretty monotonous – even if the said person was quite attractive. It wasn’t as though I could do anything with him, anyway, so his looks were just a bonus – just meant that I didn’t have to look at an ugly person all the time. He seemed oblivious to his looks though – like when that girl was practically throwing herself in his lap to get his attention… and he’d just accepted her apology and had continued to read his book – Hamlet. Who the hell read Shakespeare for enjoyment? Sometimes I swore there was something very wrong with this guy’s head.

“Oi, Nynny!”

I glared to the side of me at the source of the stupid nickname that I had been given here. My recent arrival had provoked a lot of sniggers and whispering from some of the younger guardian angels. It was probably the sight of my hair – it was bright pink. Yes, I know it was a bad idea, but now that I was dead, it didn’t really matter, did it?

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” I intensified my glare until I imagined staring a hole into the guardian angel beside me. How I wanted to wipe that stupid, idiotic grin off his face… these days that grin seemed to be the bane of my existence… or perhaps it was the stupid idiot behind the stupid grin.

“Fifty seven times, but who’s counting?” He perched next to me, his light hair moving about slowly in the wind – it was windy, yet not cold. Something I’d had to get used to up here. I drew my gaze away from the big-headed angel sat next to me and continued to watch my charge, who was now… studying?

“Oh my god, what’s he gonna do next? Write a book?” I stood up and turned away from the screen, rubbing my temples irritably. Why was I given such an annoying charge? Why did he even need a guardian angel? Nothing was happening to him! He was just an ordinary guy, living an ordinary life… with an ordinary female guardian angel. Yeah… right.

“Nope, he’s gonna fall in love with a complete stranger and have a baby with her.”

I turned and stared at the pompous idiot, surprised at his words, and quickly found myself wondering if he actually knew that would happen or if he was just being sarcastic to annoy me even further. Knowing him, it was probably the latter. But as my look turned from surprise to suspicion, his green eyes glinted with the surprise of something very real… “Right. What do you know?” I asked, planting my hands on my hips and watching him. He smiled as my words reached his ears, and reached into his back pocket slowly, probably savouring every moment he held my attention. Usually, I’d be long gone now, driven away by his stupid antics.

“It’s just like I said.” He held out a piece of paper and I grabbed for it, but he anticipated my movements and quickly snatched it away, enjoying the control that he held over me.

“Is that… a prophecy?” Excitement was evident in my voice, but for once, I didn’t care whether I looked like a fool in front of him. Every guardian angel craved a prophecy for their charge – it not only meant that a bit of fun was on the horizon, but there was also the chance that the guardian angel would be able to show themselves to their charge.

“It sure is. I guess you haven’t checked your email, Nynnia… tut tut.”

“Oh, just read it to me, you idiot!” I said, my anger quickly returning. He knew how much I wanted a prophecy, and keeping it from me was like keeping a fat kid from cake. There were consequences. Bad consequences.

“Fine, fine.” He pulled the paper straight and began to read in a regal voice, putting an act on for me. I wasn’t interested in the delivery, just the content. “Dear Mr. Dylan Potts and Miss Nynnia Waters. As of today, your assignment regarding your charges will change. A prophecy has arisen between the two, and you will need to do everything in your power to ensure that the prophecy occurs.”

“Mr. Potts.” He continued, emphasising the name as though it were important. I could only roll my eyes, but kept listening. “Your charge – Miss Katherine Rivers, will end up bearing a very important child. Her daughter will be the next Guardian Mother, as soon as she reaches the correct age. Miss Waters, your charge – Mr. Aidan Fielding, will be the father of this child. He will be her protector – ensure that she reaches her goal. You two may need to work together if the prophecy does not go as planned, but the primary stage is for the two charges to meet. From this, they must fall in love. This is up to you. Signed, yours sincerely, God.”

I was grinning madly as he folded the paper and put it back into his pocket, and as soon as he looked back at me, I caught the interest alight in his eyes. Who wouldn’t be interested in this? The result of this prophecy would mean a new Guardian Mother… we would know the Guardian Mother as a mortal being. She would be our responsibility until she was born! Imagine the respect this would give us… the importance of this task meant only special individuals were chosen… imagine the look on their faces when we told them?

It didn’t even occur to me how mad this situation was. God had sent us an email telling us that our charges would be part of a prophecy. God had a digital signature! But, no… the excitement overpowered that until it was a dull reminder at the back of my mind.

I couldn’t wait till the others… even the fact that I would be working with the most arrogant, snobbish guardian angel in heaven didn’t matter to me.

Shit. I would be working with him?