The roof, Friday night

[nadiathesaint]

Now that it seemed to be warmer, Nadia had the feeling she'd be coming up to the roof a lot more often. It was a good feeling, being away from everything and looking down over it, but still being a part of it.

She had her guitar, but she wasn't playing yet. She folded her arms over it and looked down over the buildings of Fandom, trying to identify the clinic from above.

She hadn't heard anything about how Angel was doing. They'd have told her if he died, right?

She wrapped her fingers around her necklace, and for the first time since she'd left Argentina, offered up a real prayer.

If everything they had found and done couldn't help Angel, then he was a lost cause.

And lost causes were what St. Jude did best.

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[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac stumbled through the door entrance to the roof on his still casted leg. He looked over to see one of his students being emo.

"Nadia? What are you doing up here?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia jumped slightly and omg, nearly dropped her guitar off the roof. "Professor Mac!" She smiled slightly. "I could ask you the same thing."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac gives her a faint smile as he catches his breath. "Just Mac, Nadia. No need to add the professor. And I promised the doctor I'd get a little exercise with the new cast. Stairs seemed to be a good idea at the time."

He looked around the roof. "And you're here because?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked back out over the town. "I like it up here. It's quiet and you can see almost everything." She glanced back again. "I'm glad you're doing okay."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"You seem to be okay. No nasty side effects from the other day in class?"

[nadiathesaint]

Not if you didn't count nightmares and subsequently turning into a boy, but Nadia wasn't about to mention that. "No, I'm fine now." She tilted her head. "Do you need to sit down? I don't think we have any chairs up here, but I could go get one. . . ."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Nah that's all right," Mac says hobbling over and sitting/leaning against the rail of the roof.

"So how has your spring vacation been so far?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "We went to England and got to break stuff which was fun. Other than that it's been very quiet. Except for poor Angel, of course."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

After evething was settled in the clinic, Parker headed back and climbed up to the roof, mostly because she didn't think she could take being around people at the moment.

She paused when she saw Nadia and Mac, then settled in next to them anyway. "Nice night."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "I hope it stays warm."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Me too." Parker perched her face in her hands, and let out a long sigh. "Are you going to play that?" she asked, nodding toward the guitar. "I might have a request, if you take them."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"You okay Parker?" Mac asked quietly.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Just kind of wrung out." She gave him an uncertain smile. "Angel's going to be okay. I just came from the Clinic."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia let out a soft sigh and smiled, rubbing a thumb over her necklace. "Oh good." She plucked at a string and tuned it slightly. "What finally worked?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"A mix of all the blood donated, some things we picked up in England, a spell, and Logan talking some sense into Angel." Parker closed her eyes. "How can emotions leave me feeling like I ran a marathon? God."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Well I'm glad to hear he's doing better," Mac said with nod. "You look like you could use some rest instead of hanging up here on the roof young lady."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"One song," Parker wheedled. "Then I'll go inside. Nadia? Do you know 'Ooh, Child'? Nina Simone?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blushed slightly. "Um, no. I'm still learning. But I might be able to play something if you really want."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker smiled. "Anything you want. Please? I want to celebrate, but I'm too tired for anything but a lullabye, I think."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "I think this might work," She spent a few moments getting the strings tuned properly and started strumming. The song was easily recognized, despite a few of the notes being off: Amazing Grace.

And singing, softly:

Sublime gracia, dulce son, a un infeliz salvó;
perdido andaba y me halló, su luz me rescató.

La gracia me enseñó a vencer, mis dudas ahuyentó.
¡Qué gozo siento en mi ser! Mi vida sí cambió.

Peligros, luchas y aflicción los he tenido aquí;
la gracia siempre me libró y me guiará feliz.

Y cuando esté por siglos mil brillando como el sol,
yo cantaré por siempre allí la historia de su amor.

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Very nice, Santos," Mac said with a grin. "Makes the long haul up to the roof very worth it."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia turned bright red even as she smiled. "Thanks. That's kind of the only song I can play right now."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Very much what I wanted," Parker said, her voice soft and hoarse. If you looked closely, you might see her quickly brushing away tears of relief and exhaustion. "Gracias, Nadia. That was ... exactly right." She smiled at them both. "I should go in. Good night, Professor. Sleep well, Nadia."

[nadiathesaint]

"Buena noche, Parker."