[His hands were grasping the chain link fence that circled his house, little ribbons of blood standing out stark against his skin. He loosened his grip at the sharp sting of metal cutting into his palms, turning them over slowly to look at the damage, dazed.
Michael had been walking, about to open the gate in front of his house when he'd a strange new weight pressing against his entire body, and then he saw it. Like a movie, a series of flashbacks, moment after moment flickered across his vision, leaving him hunched over a fence and gripping it tight.
He didn't understand what he'd just remembered, and couldn't separate the life he had been living in Storybrooke from the one that had just stumbled across his memories, smothering him. Michael didn't know if he was Michael Brodric, therapist, or the Archangel Michael.
He needed Gabriel.
As if by some force that he couldn't quite put a name on, a title to, he felt a pull. Two invisible arms had wrapped around him, loose at first, then stronger, yanking him down the street. He was dizzy, confused, and his feet were doing everything they could to take him towards whatever was calling for him. There was a part of him that wanted to call out his brother's name, tell him that he was coming, but why would he do that. Why did it feel like his twin needed him, was pulling him towards him.
He moved down street after street in a haze, and round a corner, coming to a grinding halt. There. Sitting in the middle of an alley, his brother.]
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Michael had been walking, about to open the gate in front of his house when he'd a strange new weight pressing against his entire body, and then he saw it. Like a movie, a series of flashbacks, moment after moment flickered across his vision, leaving him hunched over a fence and gripping it tight.
He didn't understand what he'd just remembered, and couldn't separate the life he had been living in Storybrooke from the one that had just stumbled across his memories, smothering him. Michael didn't know if he was Michael Brodric, therapist, or the Archangel Michael.
He needed Gabriel.
As if by some force that he couldn't quite put a name on, a title to, he felt a pull. Two invisible arms had wrapped around him, loose at first, then stronger, yanking him down the street. He was dizzy, confused, and his feet were doing everything they could to take him towards whatever was calling for him. There was a part of him that wanted to call out his brother's name, tell him that he was coming, but why would he do that. Why did it feel like his twin needed him, was pulling him towards him.
He moved down street after street in a haze, and round a corner, coming to a grinding halt. There. Sitting in the middle of an alley, his brother.]
..Gab..Gabriel?