Just some things I've come up with for future fan fics.
These may be changed due to some movies not being released yet, meaning the scene may not work how I have it, or I just changed my mind.
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(A/N This takes place after the first one I posted in this.)
After a couple of weeks, they found no more demonic activity on Earth. So, though she was a little terrified, they decided to take their investigation to Hell. But they had one day left on Earth, so they decided to enjoy it.
That night, they went to watch the sunset on the edge of a cliff.
(A/N Your outfit with wings and shoes of your choice (unless you wanna be barefoot).)
"Not bad," Striker commented.
"You gotta admit. God's creations are beautiful," Y/N commented.
"Yeah. I kinda have to admit that," he nodded.
She giggled and told him, "You're not so bad yourself, you know?"
"Good to know you finally see it," Striker said.
"I saw it when you said you trusted me. It was the constant flirting I was tired of," Y/N pointed out.
"Fair enough," he said then asked, "So, outside the I.H.P., what do you like to do?"
"Well, I really like to read and write. We have a library full of books by authors from Earth who believe in Heaven and Hell. I would like to add to it, but I'm the top I.H.P. member other than Gabe and it's a lot of work," she explained.
"You don't take time off for yourself? I'm sure the big guy would understand," Striker said.
"Most likely, He already knows, but it could be that He wants me to come to Him about it. Just haven't felt the need to," Y/N told him.
"Do I need to have a chat with Him for you for that to happen?" he jokingly suggested.
"That would be quite the conversation," she giggled lightly then said, "But when I feel the time is right, I will."
"I can deal with that," Striker chuckled lightly then told her, "Well, I'm gonna hit the sack. Tomorrow's gonna be one hell of a day."
"You got that right," Y/N slightly shivered in fright.
"Hey. You've had my back and I still got yours," he told her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
She smiled, put her hand on his, and said, "Thanks, Striker. I've known this for a while now, but I can trust you too."
Striker smiled and commented, "Good to know."
He then headed to bed while Y/N smiled and looked back at the sunset, thinking about Striker and all the stories she wanted him to read.
[Y/N:] "When I get to know him We'll find more things to say One day I will reach him There has to be a way
Everyone needs someone He must need someone, too When I get to know him better Here's what I will do
I'll read him stories From picture books All filled with wonder Magic worlds where the impossible Becomes the everyday
We'll find a mountain-top And some moon-beams to sit under I'll lead, because I know the way!
So much to discover I do it all the time I could live inside bright pages Where the words all rhyme
We will slay the dragons That still follow him around And he'll smile Yes, he'll smile As his dreams leave the ground!
Stories and stories About mermaids, kings and sunken treasure Magic worlds where the impossible Becomes the everyday
I know a tiny place Just a dot, Too small to measure I'll lead him there, I know the way!
Stories about heroes Who overcame their deepest sorrows They'll put hope into his heart again To cherish everyday
He'll find a better world And the strength to face tomorrow I'm sure that when he knows the way He'll want to stay..."
She then looked at Striker, who was asleep. She couldn't help but smile at him. She then looked up.
"Please be with us tomorrow, God," she prayed before getting up and going to bed.
"Always," God's voice said in her head before she shut her eyes with a smile.
