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Adam hadn't meant to wander anywhere new.
He was doing what he always did, following the feeling of the garden. Eden didn't have paths so much as invitations, and today the invitation smelled strange.
Salty. Cool. It tugged at him like curiosity given a scent.
He pushed past a curtain of drooping vines and stopped dead. The garden opened up into something that shouldn't exist here.
Pale, warm sand stretched beneath his bare feet, soft and yielding. Sunlight refracted off an immense body of water so clear it looked like polished glass. It curved inward, protected by flowering stone and arching palms that definitely hadn't been there yesterday.
A beach. Adam's mouth fell open.
Then he laughed. One of those breathless, disbelieving sounds. And immediately kicked his sandals off.
The moment his toes hit the sand, he was gone. He trotted straight toward the water, rolling his pants up far more than necessary, wading in with reverent slowness.
The water lapped at his ankles and calves. Adam crouched, trailing his fingers through it, eyes shining.
"I didn't know Eden had this," he murmured, grinning to himself like he'd uncovered a secret.
Something moved beneath the surface and he froze. The water shifted again. Smooth deliberate shapes gliding just below where the light could reach.
Dark silhouettes. Long. Fin-backed. "That's," he whispered faintly, squinting, "that's not a fish."
A dorsal fin broke the surface, then another and another. They circled slowly, water slicing cleanly around them. Adam's breath hitched as instinct finally caught up with awe.
Adam took a step back and immediately felt something bump into his knee. He yelped, flailing, nearly splashing backward into the sand. The water churned as the shapes grew bolder, fins surfacing more frequently now.
One shark swam closer, massive head tilting slightly, black eyes fixed directly on him. Adam held his hands up, palms out.
"Okay—hi—hello—um—" The shark surged forward and Adam screamed. Except the creature didn't bite.
It booped him.
Hard.
The impact knocked him clean off his feet, splashing backward into the shallows with a startled yell.
Before he could scramble up, another shape barreled past him, water sloshing violently as a second shark darted by, tail smacking him square in the side.
Adam sputtered. "Ow—!" A third shark breached halfway out of the water in what could only be described as enthusiastic showing-off, splashing him again.
Adam lay there, soaked, hair plastered to his face, blinking in shock. "Are you...are you playing?"
The sharks circled tighter now. One nudged his shoulder. Another nosed at his hand, rough skin scraping but not breaking it. A younger one, smaller and faster, zoomed in and clipped his shin before darting away.
"Ah—hey—gentle! Gentle!"
As if insulted by the suggestion, the first shark swam past again and flicked its tail deliberately, sending a wave straight into Adam's face. He wiped water from his eyes, laughing helplessly.
"Okay, okay, I get it! You're very strong! I'm impressed!"
He sat up just in time for something large to pass beneath and lifting him clean out of the water. Adam shrieked again as he suddenly found himself perched on a broad moving back.
"Oh NO NO NO—" The shark surged forward, thrilled, cutting through the shallows while the human clung desperately to its dorsal fin, half-laughing, half-panicking.
"I AM NOT—" splash "—PUT ME DOWN—!"
The other sharks followed, churning the water, bumping into one another and him in chaotic enthusiasm. One snapped playfully near his foot, not teeth-first, just enough to startle him into squeaking.
Adam tumbled off with a splash and crawled backward toward shore on hands and knees, soaked, sandy, breathless. Panting, he looked up at them.
The sharks had stopped at the edge of the water now, bodies half-submerged, fins rocking lazily. One tilted its head again. Another slapped its tail softly, sending a small wave toward him, less aggressive this time. Almost apologetic.
Adam swallowed, then smiled, slow and fond. "You know me," he realized aloud.
The water stilled, as if listening. "I'm uh...I'm the caretaker," he said sheepishly, gesturing at himself. "Of Eden. That's my job."
A low, reverberating hum passed through the water, felt more than heard. A shark nudged another aside to be closer.
"You're guardians, aren't you?" He reached out cautiously.
A broad head rose slightly, allowing his hand to rest against rough skin. The shark stilled completely. Adam smiled. "See? That's much better. We can be friends without concussions."
The shark immediately bumped him again, lighter this time. Adam toppled back onto the sand with a huff. "We're gonna have to work on boundaries."
The sharks lingered a moment longer, fins tracing slow arcs, before slipping back into deeper water, still watching. Adam lay there, staring up at Eden's impossible sky, sand sticking to his clothes, hair a mess.
After a long beat, he laughed. "Note to self," he muttered. "Tell Sera Eden has…sharks." He hummed, liking the name.
"And that they're very excited about it."
Somewhere offshore, a fin surfaced. Adam waved one last time. An earnest, full-arm motion like the sharks might somehow miss it if he didn't commit.
"Okay, bye! Please don't follow me! Or do—actually no, definitely don't!" A fin slipped under the surface in what he chose to interpret as compliance.
Adam smiled, damp and fond, then finally pushed himself to his feet.
"…Alrighty then," he muttered, brushing sand off his arms. "That was great. Terrifying. Educational. And absolutely something I'm not supposed to have discovered yet."
He wrung out the hem of his shirt. It did nothing. He was still dripping.
With one last glance over his shoulder, Adam turned and followed the curve of the garden back toward familiar greenery, leaving wet footprints in the sand that slowly faded behind him.
He didn't make it far.
"Adam." The voice hit like a thunderclap, causing him to flinched so hard he nearly tripped over a root. He turned slowly, already guilty, already bracing himself.
Michael stood at the edge where sand met grass, wings half-unfurled, armor immaculate as ever. His eyes swept over Adam in a single, sharp motion.
Wet hair. Soggy clothes. Bare feet. And faint, blooming bruises along Adam's ribs and thigh, already darkening beneath the skin.
The archangel's expression went cold. "What," he asked very carefully, "happened to you?"
Adam immediately held up his hands. "Okay, before you do anything dramatic—"
Michael crossed the distance in three long strides and grabbed Adam by the upper arm. Not hard. But firm enough that he yelped anyway. "Ow—! Michael!"
He turned him slightly, inspecting the marks with a healer's precision and a commander's fury. His grip tightening just a fraction.
"These are not minor injuries," the eldest snapped. "You have contusions. Multiple. Adam, did something attack you?"
"No! I mean...kind of? But not like that—"
Michael's wings flared fully now, feathers bristling. "Something put its hands on you?"
"Fins," Adam corrected weakly.
He paused. "Fins."
"Yeah, big ones! But friendly! Mostly. They were just excited."
Michael stared at him, jaw tightening. "Adam."
The human gestured helplessly back the way he'd come. "There's a beach. In Eden. Like, inside Eden. And there's water. Oh, and sharks."
The soldier blinked once. "Sharks."
"Yes! But guardian ones! I think! They recognized me. Which is nice. I think that means I'm doing a good job?"
Michael said nothing. Instead, he bent slightly and lifted Adam clean off the ground. Who squeaked. "HEY—! I can walk!"
"No," he said flatly, tucking Adam against his side like an injured asset. "You cannot."
"I absolutely can—!"
"You are wet," Michael continued, ignoring him. "You are bruised. And you were alone."
Adam squirmed. "I wasn't alone! The sharks were there!"
Michael's eye twitched. "That," he said through clenched teeth, "is not helping your case."
Adam huffed, arms crossing as much as they could while being carried. "You don't have to grab me. I was already going back."
"You were sneaking back," he corrected. "Which implies you knew this was unsafe."
Adam hesitated. "…I knew you wouldn't like it."
Michael stopped walking. Slowly, deliberately, he looked down at him. "Adam. Eden does not contain apex predators for recreational discovery."
"Well, It does now."
Michael resumed walking immediately. "This conversation is over." Adam sighed, resting his head briefly against his guardian's shoulder.
"They really were nice, though."
Michael did not respond, but his grip tightened protectively as they disappeared back into the heart of the garden. Somewhere far behind them, the water shimmered.
Peaceful, watchful, and very pleased with itself.
They hadn't even crossed fully back into the Heart Garden before Raphael looked up.
He was already there, kneeling beside a low stone basin, hands submerged in clear water that glowed faintly with healing light. He straightened the moment his sibling's shadow fell across the grass.
"…Ah," he said mildly. "Right on time."
Michael didn't slow. "He's injured."
Raphael's eyes flicked over Adam in one smooth, practiced scan. Damp clothes. Sandy hair. The telltale discoloration blooming beneath the skin.
"…Mm," he hummed. Michael stopped beside him and finally set Adam down. Though not without keeping a firm hand on his shoulder, anchoring him in place.
Raphael rose to his feet, already reaching for the human's wrist. "May I?"
"It's really not that bad," Adam insisted. "I just fell a little. And got nudged. And maybe tail-slapped."
The healer blinked, then glanced at Michael. Whose expression could have cracked marble. Raphael then sighed softly. "You found something exciting again, didn't you?"
Adam brightened immediately. "There's a beach!"
His hand paused mid-reach. "Beach?"
"Yes! With water you can go into. And sand. And—"
"Sharks," Michael added.
Raphael closed his eyes. "I knew it," he muttered. "I woke up with that feeling. That 'I'm about to be needed urgently' feeling.'"
Before Adam could continue his enthusiastic explanation, wings rustled behind them.
Seraphiel turned. She had been speaking quietly with the garden hands folded, expression serene, but the moment she saw Michael carrying Adam in, her posture shifted.
"Adam," she said, concern threading her voice.
"I'm okay!" He replied quickly, as if rehearsing it.
She was already there, hands gently cupping his face, tilting it side to side. Her eyes softened the instant she confirmed he was upright, breathing, and very much himself.
"…You're soaked," she observed.
"And sandy," Raphael added helpfully.
"And bruised," Michael said.
Seraphiel exhaled slowly and then, just as suddenly, smiled. Relief washed over her features so completely it was almost dizzying to witness. "Oh. Thank goodness."
Adam blinked. "You're…not mad?"
"Later," she said fondly, brushing damp hair back from his forehead. "Right now I'm simply glad you're standing."
Raphael gently guided Adam to sit on the edge of the stone basin. "All right, caretaker. Let's undo whatever Eden's newest surprise did to you."
"It was very friendly," Adam said.
Raphael placed glowing hands over the bruises anyway. "Of course it was."
Michael crossed his arms, wings settling but still tense. "This cannot happen again."
Seraphiel glanced at him, amused. "Michael. Eden expanded."
He stiffened. "Unsupervised."
Adam peeked up. "I waved goodbye. If that counts for anything" Raphael snorted despite himself. Seraphiel smiled, thumb brushing reassuringly over his knuckles.
"Next time," she said gently, "you tell us when the garden invites you somewhere new."
Michael muttered, "Or we install barriers."
Raphael's healing light flared once more. "Or," he added dryly, "we accept that Eden responds to him and prepare accordingly."
Adam smiled. "So I didn't do anything wrong?" All three angels answered at once.
"Yes."
"No."
"…It's complicated."
Adam laughed, leaning back on his hands as the garden hummed around them. Safe, whole, and very much aware that it had once again caused trouble on purpose.