Joshua Graham - Terminus

He was more than ready to leave the past behind and start enjoying his freedom from cosmic burdens. First he had to square things with Lena—resign officially as an angel so she’d know his decision was final.

But something had been profoundly wrong with her the last time they spoke. Her focus and priorities seemed uncharacteristically jumbled. And there was that look in her eyes…

Those eyes. Staring through him as though he weren’t even there.

Where had he seen that look before?

Finally it struck him.

Lena’s eyes looked exactly like Sophia’s when she returned to get Chloe.

Possessed.

Could Lena possibly be—

Nonsense. Lena was an angel just like him. Only humans could be possessed. No matter, all of that would soon be behind him.

A whole new life awaited him. Tonight, he’d propose to Hope. He intended to make the most of his time with her, even if it lasted a mere fifty or sixty more human years.

She was worth it.

In his periphery of his eye, a pelican high in the air turned nose-down like a dive bomber and drove into the water with a powerful splash. A moment later it emerged and flew off with a fish in its mouth.

You make falling from heaven look like so much fun, my fine-feathered friend.

Nick took a deep breath, then dialed Lena.

The call rolled over to voicemail.

He tried again. Same result.

He sent her a text: It’ll only take a minute .

Lena called.

“Thanks for getting back to me.”

“I was going to call you anyway.” Her voice sounded uncharacteristically cold. “Turns out you really missed the mark on those assignments I gave you.”

“I thought you said they didn’t matter.”

Lena clicked her tongue. “Everything matters.”

“Well, it no longer matters to me. You see—”

“Nick, shut up for a second, okay? I’m in the middle of a meeting. Now, before you waste any more of my time, let me make it easy for us both.”

“What are you on about?”

“I’m sorry, Nick.” She paused for a second or two. “You’re fired.”

FIRED? NICK LET OUT A SHAKY LAUGH as he pocketed the mobile phone. Well, that went better than expected, didn’t it? Perhaps word had gotten back to Tamara that he’d already taken steps towards resigning his commission with the Angel Forces. He’d never gotten details as to what such a decision involved, but if this was all there was to it, who was he to argue?

But still… could it be that easy?

To test the extent of his mortality at the moment, he focused on the rocky cliff about half a mile away across the cove. A moment later, he found himself drifting toward it in the spiritual layer. But the spirit realm felt oddly foreign, almost as strange as the physical realm had early in his career when he first reported for terrestrial duty.

He sped over to the cliff, surprised he could still fly. As his feet touched the ground, sea birds spread out—giving him a wide berth though his physically imperceptible form cast no shadow.

“Sorry, mates,” Nick said with a grin as they flew off. “Just checking.”

Yet again, a sharp pain pierced the side of his head. He put a hand to his temple and it stopped just as quickly as it had come. He shook his head and sighed. This could well be the last day he lived as an angel. At some point he had to warn Lito Guzman about the danger he was still in, thanks to Lena, and he wanted to check on young Matthew Hartwell, but neither of those tasks really required supernatural ability.

So what’s the last thing you’ll do with your powers ? Through the ages, he’d never been afforded the luxury of personal needs or preferences. Not legitimately, anyway. But now, as a fallen angel—falling, anyway–he’d soon no longer have to worry about things of eternal consequence, just things that mattered to him personally.

For some reason he recalled hovering above the planet in the spirit realm while Hope gazed down wistfully at China, her fingers searching her neck.

“Brilliant,” if he did say so himself. What better way to kick off his new life as a mortal? He was already planning to propose. He’d have to get a ring, of course, but he now realized how much that pendant meant to her.

He pulled out his phone and checked the time: 3:22 PM. He could go to the harbor where it had been lost, retrieve it, and return to meet Hope at Cabrillo Stadium. After Jon’s much anticipated statement and her testimony, he’d ask for her hand.

Nick focused on the Coronado Bridge.

Nothing happened.

He tried again.

Nothing.

Another power lost, whether temporarily or permanently he couldn’t be sure.

He decided on flying between the realms at superhuman speeds—not a split- second trip but less than a minute for sure.

Aiming himself at the sky and over the Pacific Ocean, he leaped off the rocky cliff.

HE WAS ROCKETING THROUGH THE AIR when he again thought about Lito Guzman and Matthew Hartwell. A moment later, Nick to his surprise had teleported to the lobby of the Wyndham Hotel in Mission Valley, where he found Matthew playing some kind of game on an iPhone.

“Hello, Matthew.”

“Hey.” The boy didn’t even look up.

“Where are your parents?”

“Over there.” Eyes still glued to the iPhone, he pointed toward the front desk. Elaine was in line, waiting to talk to one of the staff.

He turned back to Matthew.

“We met when your puppy—”

At that, Matthew stopped what he was doing and glanced up.

“Nick?” Forgotten was the iPhone. “It’s you!”

“In the flesh. Mind if I join you?”

Matthew slid over and made room, though there was more than enough on either side of him.

“How are you doing, kiddo?”

“Okay, I guess. You live in San Diego?”

“Just passing through, but I’m coming with a friend to your father’s event tonight.” He grinned. “So how’s Riley?”

“She’s staying with Mr. Greene while we’re down here. I wanted to bring her with us, but Mom said no.”

“Are your parents doing okay?” He wouldn’t even hint at the recent media scandal—even the worst parents would have at least tried to shield their child from it.

“Dad’s been away, so at least they’re not fighting all the time.”

Over at the front desk, Elaine Hartwell gesticulated emphatically at the young man in a hotel uniform. The fact that she was here in San Diego suggested that she and Jon might actually be trying to mend things, if only for the sake of his public image.

“Well, Matthew,” Nick said, “don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, probably not—but I just wanted to say I know a great kid when I come across one. You’re strong, you’re smart, and I know you can get through just about anything.”

Matthew was quiet for at least a minute.

“I don’t know,” he said finally. “I guess so.”

“You know, when I was younger I had some pretty horrid stuff happen to me. But I learned that if you follow your heart…” He thought about how hollow this sounded. Nick had followed his heart back in London, and look where it got him. “Actually, what I’m trying to say is…oh, bother, what am I trying to say?”

Matthew laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Grownups always act like they know what they’re talking about even if they don’t. You don’t know what you’re saying, and you know it!”

Nick put on an offended face, crossed his arms, and turned up his nose.

“I do know what I’m talking about.” He winked. “I think.”

Matthew laughed some more. If Nick had accomplished nothing else, at least—