Alex & Adam
"It stops being pretty when the weather sucks a gazillion months out of the year and you have to worry about whether or not the snow's gonna kill the crops," Adam said with a shrug. "I'm from a town of like 4500 people and it's all farming, all the time. Small-town life sucked and I absolutely got out when I had the opportunity for college."
He'd been seventeen, briefly, thanks to how the school year always fell. He'd taken it and run and part of him wondered what might've happened if he hadn't. He knew logically that he just would've died anyway, but still. He wasn't always logical, not even with Michael riding shotgun.
Speaking of Michael... he could feel the archangel's restlessness, didn't know what it meant, and then he did. Damn it.
A bright blue eye flash, and then it suddenly -- and subtly but still identifiably -- wasn't Adam anymore.