Biblical - Sequel to TMIAA (Frerard)

18: I Meant To Move The Plot Along But You Guys Get Smut Instead

The week leading up to their departure passed by quickly in a flurry of activity involving learning as much as they could about the Leviathan, practicing flying and fighting as often as possible, as well as becoming reacquainted with everyone in Heaven that Frank hadn't seen in over fifteen years.

Frank's old skills came back to him easily, even though the same couldn't be said for Gerard, but Gerard hadn't had nearly as much time as a demon before his second death, while Frank had been an angel for almost eleven years, so using his wings again was instinctual.

Gerard eventually got a handle on staying airborne, but he was miserable at using a sword, his own claws were a much better weapon of choice for him, which meant that Frank would be wielding Michael's sword when the time came, which would probably be better for the both of them since it was forged by angels, and more often than not, those items would burn the skin of any demon who attempted to touch them.

Frank spent the scant amounts of free moments he had with Billie Joe in the library, attempting to prepare himself for what they were about to walk into, but neither of them could find a detailed report about the traps that Michael had placed around his sword, just the location of the mountain in which he had hidden it. Billie had taken a journey to the site on his own earlier to see if his eyes would tell him more than the books they had pawed through did, but after searching for two days, he hadn't been able to find the entrance, finally deciding that it would only reveal itself to the people who were supposed to open it.

There were a million other minute things to do that didn't specifically involve Frank and Gerard's quest, and although Frank knew he should focus on his own task so he didn't end up overwhelmed, he couldn't help but try and get involved in a little bit of everything. There were numerous teams of angels and friendly demons circling the globe in an attempt to minimize the destruction caused by the disasters the Leviathan was inciting, the demons being headed by Bob, who Frank hadn't gotten a chance to see since he had been back given the fact that he was apparently in Somalia at the moment tracking the Leviathan. The angels were led by Kellin and Vic, who were also otherwise occupied in Japan and hadn't returned to Heaven in quite some time.

Frank managed to restrain himself from joining one of their missions so he could see first-hand what was happening on Earth, not that he needed to after the earthquake he and Gerard had lived through, but still, Frank couldn't help but be curious. Instead, he settled for reading the reports that constantly poured in detailing each separate event, realizing that the news coverage he used to watch while he had still been human hadn't caught even half of the horrible things that were occurring around the world.

Gerard was keeping himself occupied as well, although he quickly grew bored of pouring over files with Frank, usually wandering off to find Mikey within the first half hour, or to go practice flying some more. Even though Gerard didn't say the words aloud, Frank knew he was terrified that he was going to slow everyone down with his lack of experience, and no matter how often Frank reassured him that everything would be fine, the worried cast to Gerard's expression rarely left his face lately.

Frank had pulled himself away from the library earlier than usual this evening, wanting to get a full night's rest before they left for Mount Cloudripper in the morning, and when he opened the door to his and Gerard's room, he was glad to see his husband already curled up in bed. Frank's smile quickly faded though when he observed Gerard's position; he had his knees tucked into his chest and his hands wrapped around his ribcage like he only did when he was upset about something.

Feeling a sudden rush of guilt for not making Gerard a larger priority over the past week, Frank quickly crawled onto the mattress, pulling Gerard against his torso as he mumbled a soft greeting, the corners of his lips turning upward when he felt Gerard instantly relax against him, his head burrowing into Frank's shoulder as he inhaled shakily.