AN: So, I've decided to do a side series of all our favorite guest stars from Living Among Giants. So we can get to know them too!

They knew each other.

Why else would they being avoided one another so blatantly, ignoring one another to the point that it was obvious to anyone who saw it, that they knew each other. No one was sure how they did, where they had met outside of these protective walls, away from the careful gazes of those who could quell any misgiving and anger that might be had.

No one know of their lives before the here and now. Everyone was very tightlipped about their experiences in the war that had torn their family apart piece by piece.

He watched over everyone in his Infirmary, he did not pry into their history, only seeking the information he needed so that he may place them in the correct position.

Orion had stuck out in her class, so studious and observant, a quiet one at the back of the crowd that surprised them all with what knowledge she retained. There were times he was sure she was not paying attention to what he was teaching, reading a book she carried in her arms, or watching the seasoned healers bustle around to tend to their patients, and being one to never pass over an opportunity such as that, he'd call her out and he was always astounded when she repeated his lesson back to him. Word for word. As if she was reading it from a book, one that she was silently reading in her arms, hidden by the bodies in front her. She was never the first one to volunteer for one on one training, so quiet in her ways, she surprised them with all she knew.

His Virtues had nothing but praise when she was partnered with one of them for shadowing.

There were things she struggled with, of course, given her age and lack of actual hands on training, but she far surpassed those in her class.

She had started coming out to them, showing them the side of herself that she didn't typically allow others to witness, and then Gzel started appearing with Akriel.

Both girls stared at each other, their eyes averting when their contact was spotted, turning away from each other to keep it from happening again. When Gzel and Akriel came over to the section Orion was tending to, she would go around to the one they left, and Gzel would switch sides next to Akriel when Orion walked passed them.

Raphael hummed to himself as he watched them stare at each other again, a conversation passing between them that they were not privy to, and quickly averting when they noticed Akriel looking between them. His trauma specialist watched the quite little healer for a moment, before turning to his charge, whispering something down to her in inquiry. Gzel shook her head though, looking down at her feet, refusing to speak on the matter that had them all in concern.

Nodding his head, the Healer raised his hand, and all eyes turned to look at him silently. He gestured to his Captain, his gaze traveling to each one of his Virtues, and they nodded in turn as they set aside what they were in the midst of doing and made their way through the crowd for his office.

Enough was enough.

She knew he was coming, having averted her eyes when their gazes met, her shoulder was tense under his hand as he curled his fingers around it, leaning forward slightly. "Orion, can we have a word with you?"

The healer nodded, setting her pitcher of cool water down on the nearest table, curling her fingers together as she met back at his side, letting him guide her across the threshold of the Infirmary to his office just off the side.

His Virtues all stood around, a semi-circle behind the chairs at the front of his desk, where he guided his young pupil to sit. Gzel leaned against Akriel's side, his arm curled lightly around her shoulders, dangling down her left side. Orion peeked over her shoulder at her, as the Healer stepped around to sit behind his desk, the wooden chair creaking as he sat and leaned back. He observed their connection, as Gzel's eyes met hers, the silent communications going on between them, and his Virtues looked between them in confusion and concern.

Akriel frowned lightly, tugging his charge closer for a moment, breaking their connection. "Gzel?"

She turned to look up at him, emotions cleared from her expression, completely neutral. "Sorry. I'm okay."

Raphael hummed, having yet to determine if that statement be true, and looked between them. "You two know each other." He wasn't asking a question.

Orion looked back to her lap, her lips in a thin line, as she held them closed so tightly. She shook her head lightly, as though trying to dispute his statement, and he hummed thoughtfully. He fell under the assumption that he would get no words out of her, not unless prompted, and instead turned to Gzel.

"Gzel." The unstable little angel looked up at him, curling the fingers of her right hand around the fingers of Akriel's left, still dangling freely down her side. "You know Orion."

They all turned to their young companion for her response. Gzel stared at him, in similar fashion she stared at Orion, and gave a brief nod of affirmation. "I know Orion."

They stared at her in wonder for a moment, and turned back to their commander, his eyes were watching his young student carefully. "How do you know Orion?"

"She's just like me."

Raphael spared her a confused glance, perhaps concerned too, it was an odd admission. "How so?"

"Orion's one of the modified angels." Gzel looked up at Akriel and he smiled. "Just like me." She turned to look at the one in question. "Orion was next to me."

His Virtues gazed at their young student sadly, perhaps this was one of the reasons they didn't ask too much on their history, somethings were better left unspoken. But, leaving things to fester caused infection to set in, and being the Healer that he was, Raphael did not allow things to fester.

"Orion?" His tone was so gentle, so kind, so warming, that she couldn't help but look up at him. "You were one of those who were modified by Naomi?"

She nodded silently, as though it was shameful, and looked back to her hands in her lap.

"Gzel," he watched his young student with sorrow and concern. "What was Orion's modification?"

"Memories."

Akriel looked down at her again, horror in his eyes, as it dawned on him what she meant by her one word answer. The others looked between their young companion to the young student in shock, as though they had a hard time believing it to be true, but not doubting that it was something their sister would force another to do. "Gzel, what do you mean by that?"

The unstable angel looked up at him. "She controls memories. That's why she knows so much. She can remember everything. Naomi taught Orion what Naomi knew."

"I don't use it though." She finally piped up, her voice small, if not a bit broken. She was very good at hiding it. "I don't want to be a mindbreaker. I don't…." Orion looked up at him, her eyes wide, fearful that he would be displeased. He only watched her thoughtfully. It made sense now how she retained everything he said even when she was distracted. Quite the multitasker. "The voices….Sometimes the voices tell me to…But I don't listen to them. I want to help people. I want to heal people. I want to be a healer." She nodded as she looked over her shoulder, as though expecting the Virtues behind her to jump forward, as though expecting to be punished for what she knew. "I want to be a healer. I promise. I'm not a mindbreaker."

They watched the young girl closely, Oren crossed his arms lightly, eyebrows scrunched together. Of all the things they had suspected, they had not thought of this being their history together, of this being the way they knew each other.

Raphael hummed thoughtfully, leaning over to the side, curling his fingers around his chin as he rested on his hand. "Orion, did you know that I only taught two," he held up two fingers. "Two, the fine art of altering the memory." She shakes her head, spinning around to stare at him again, curiosity joining the fear in her eyes. "Naomi, as I'm sure you know, was one of them." He nodded, a slight frown marring his features at her name. He waved slightly to the one behind her with his free hand, Gzel rested against his side, and he smiled at her when their eyes met. "Akriel, as I'm sure you're wondering, was the second one. As was needed for being my mental trauma specialist."

Orion breathed in and out quickly in a single breath. "What does that…... What does that have to do with me?" He knew what she feared, and he hoped to set her at ease.

The archangel hummed thoughtfully again, giving her a gentle smile to ease her nerves, the tension only fell away just slightly. "I don't disagree with having two healers who know that art. I've always wanted to have two, too much on ones own shoulders can become overwhelming, that's why I always choose two for a specific craft in the field of healing." He nodded back to his Virtue. "You will fall under Akriel. You only know the ways to cause harm with that special knowledge you wield. He will show you the ways to bring peace with it." He glanced back at his specialist. "So long as you don't mind, of course, Akriel?"

The trauma specialist smiles, looking down to her when she turns to peer at him fro over her shoulder cautiously, shaking his head. "Not in the slightest."

"You will continue to grow those skills, then." Raphael smiled at her again, leaning forward on his desk, crossing his hands together. "Under the right sort of mentor. I have no doubt you will use that gift to help as many wounded souls as you can."

"So..." Orion seemed to be having a hard time wrapping her mind around the acceptance. "So…. You're not going to banish me from your flock?"

The others looked surprised at her question, even their archangel seemed shocked by it, and he shook his head quickly. "Heavens no, is that what you thought, you've done nothing for me to take such drastic action."

"You're not…. You're not going to have them take me away?"

"Is that why you keep looking at them with such fear?" Raphael shakes his head in assurance, his Virtues inhaling at the notion that someone thought they'd be so cruel, they were gentle souls. Unless you gave them a reason to be angry with you, anyway. "They'd be more likely to smother you in a warm embrace then take you away from here." He looked up at them teasingly. "Father knows how they can be." They snort in amusement but make no notion to dispute it.

They would and everyone knows it.

"It is concerning, though, that you hear voices." He leans forward. "How long have you heard them?"

"Since…Since then."

The Healer nods in understanding, nothing more needs said on it, they all understand. "Akriel will help you with that as well. He will take good care of you." Orion glances back at him and he nods in assurance. "He will help you learn more on that skill you were taught. Only use it while he is there to supervise, though, alright?"

Orion nods, a tension falling away as large as a tidal wave washing away from the shore, and she slumps forward in relief, collapsing forward to hide her face in her hands.

Raphael watches her for a moment, and nods again, standing from his chair. "You've never truly met him before." He gestured with his hand and the others filed out, to return to what they had been doing when called into this meeting, Akriel whispered something down to Gzel and she nodded, taking Oren's hand as they walked out together. "Why don't you take some time to get acquainted with him."

His Virtue smiles at him as he crosses in front of him, taking a seat in the chair next to the young angel, placing his hand on her back lightly. The archangel nods, knowing that she is in good hands, and leaves them, closing the door behind him.

Orion looks up after a moment, at the hand rubbing at her back, turning to meet the hazel-green gaze. "Hello, I'm Akriel."

She gives him a small smile. "I'm Orion."