*Bluey walked into the room and slammed the door. The Fly furrowed his brow and crossed his arms...something was NOT right. She was usually so vibrant, but lately she just looked like she was dimming. What's more, her recent "power-flirting" concerned him....He spotted Fishy looking for someone*
The Fly: Hey there little mama!
Fishy: Fly! *She hugs him quickly* I didn't expect to see you here.
The Fly: Yeah, yeah well...I always turn up where I am least wanted.
Fishy: You always did get under Mackie's skin...I remember that time that you super-glued all his shoes to the floor. *She laughs* That just killed me!
The Fly: *Smiling Proudly* I'm an expert. Say, have you talked to Bluey lately?
Fishy: You know Bluey?
The Fly: You could say that. *He looks down into his drink* She's been acting kinda funny, do you know what's going on?
Fishy: Not a clue. She is marrying Macky, I imagine she's happy.
The Fly: Well, the jury's still out on that one... Listen Fishy, she just stormed into that room, maybe you should bring her a drink or something? Just check on her?
Fishy: Oh, of course...
The Fly: Wait, I'll get it. *He scurries off to the bar and comes back with a martini with two olives* She likes these, or at least she used to.
Fishy: *Wondering if the Fly put anything funny in the drink, she smiles and takes a little sip, making a face* This is water..
The Fly: Yeah, it's kind of an inside joke...martini glass full of water, two olives. Don't mention me though, she's kind of pissed at me.
Fishy: You are a strange man Fly...*She smiles and air kisses his cheek and checks on Bluey*
*Macphisto sits with Adam in his office, both angels are quietly panicking*
Adam: What are you going to do?
Macphisto: I have no idea.
*Bono bursts in the room, in the same state*
Bono: There is no way I can think of to tell whose it is for certain. *He takes his long hair out of the ponytail it was pulled back in and runs a hand through it* I racked my brains the way over here, but...I just don't know. *He sits on the couch my Macphisto and rubs his shoulders with one hand* What are you going to do?
Macphisto: I still don't know.
Adam: Does Bluey know?
Macphisto: No more than I did, or do...
Bono: Does she know how you feel about...Bona?
Macphisto: No. It's not important.
Adam: How is that not important Mac?
Macphisto: It's just different. Yes, I love Bona, I think it's just transferred lust from when I was a demon...it got all... *He stands and paces, gesturing like a professor trying to illustrate a point* Any lust I still felt for her became converted into a kind of love when I became an angel... But she's nothing to me...NOTHING compared to Bluey.
Adam: You have to tell Bluey...it's unfair to her not to.
Macphisto: No. Absolutely not.
Bono: Mac, you can't marry her like this. She thinks it's one way and it's another, not telling her is the same as lying here!
Macphisto: Shut up. Both of you. *He leans over his desk, weary* If I tell her, she won't understand. She will hate me, do you have any idea how hard it was for her to trust me again!? I can't destroy that. She doesn't need to know, it doesn't mean anything.
Bono: So you're saying you have to decieve her to get her to continue trusting you?
Macphisto: All I'm saying is that the truth is that I love Bluephisto more than anyone. Ever.That's all she needs to know.
Adam: *Quietly* And what if the baby is yours? What are you going to do then?
Macphisto: *Defeated* I don't know. *He slumps into his office chair, and rubs his temples with his fingertips, as he confesses,* I'm so afraid of losing her.
Bono: I know, it's okay.
Macphisto: If I tell her this, and she doesn't understand what I mean...I have abused her trust too many times before, I doubt she'd forgive me anything again.
Adam: It'll be alright Mac. Bluey is a strong woman, you know that. We'll find a way through this.
Macphisto: Adam, she's a devil now. Haven't you noticed her changing? Everyday she's a little less patient, a little more cynical...it's not her fault, it's just that devils are not great at forgivness. If I break her heart again it will be for the last time, I have to be careful.
*At once, all three angels sense Bluey's fall. Without even having to look at each other the door is flung open and they are sprinting towards the ballroom. As they round the last corner, they all stop. Bluey is awake and chatting with MG and Fishy in the hallway. She is wan and tired looking, and the weakness of her previously powerful arms is obvious when she hugs MG. Macphisto gasps, how had he never noticed? She looks up at him and brightens immediately, her happiness makes her look much healthier, but Mac is still concerned*
Bluephisto: Mackie! *She smiles her wide bright grin and reaches a hand out to him. He looks worried.*
Macphisto: Darling, is everything alright? You looks so...*He looks down, she looks beautiful right now her eyes are sparkeling and her dazzling smile illuminates her face* beautiful.
Bluephisto: Thank you. Mackie, MG has decided to come! *Macphisto excusing himself for not greeting her*
Macphisto: Of course, MG! So glad you could make it darling. You look fantastic.
MG: Thanks Mac...have you seen Larry?
Macphisto: Not recently no, but he should be around here somewhere.
Bluephisto: I think he's been drinking, he's been acting very odd.
Fishy: *Remembers to give Bluey the drink* OH! Bluey, *She laughs* here's your drink...I forgot to hand it to you this whole time.
Bluephisto: *Accepting the drink* Thank you dear...Oh how rude of me! Adam, you remember Fishy don't you?
*Bluephisto notices with pleasure that Adam has become a little shy at the introduction, he looks at the floor for a second before shaking Fishy's hand*
Bluephisto: MG, Adam smacked Fishy on the head at another party and I think he owes her a dance! *She nudges them towards the ballroom*
Adam: Oh, I don't dance very much...
Fishy: Well, I do! *She takes his arm and leads him onto the dance floor. Bono asks MG to dance and leads her likewise into the ballroom. Bluephisto and Macphisto begin to follow when Macphisto stops and looks at her intently*
Macphisto: Are you sure that you feel like dancing?
Bluephisto: Yes, of course. I love dancing with you...*She moves to kiss him and he stops her, speaking slowly and seriously*
Macphisto: Bluey, what is wrong? You looked so tired...You worry me darling.
Bluephisto: Oh nothing, just feeling a little under the weather, that's all.
Macphisto: We felt you fall. What happened?
Bluephisto: Oh, my gown was laced a little too tight and I was dancing and drinking and I'm just still not used to the combination I suppose. Fishy came and slapped my hand and I was back up in a second. Don't be such a worry wart! Let's dance, please?
Macphisto: I worry because I love you...
Bluephisto: I know, I know. Come on now, I want to dance with my future husband...come on! *He still looks at her with doubt. She smiles devilishly and starts to walk down the stairs alone, teasing him* Well if you are too serious to dance with me, I'll just have to find someone who will!
Macphisto: You wouldn't dare...*he catches up to her quickly and walks with his bride to be to the dance floor, holding her tightly and swaying to the music...Wicked Game by Chris Issak* You know that I love you, don't you?
Bluephisto: Of course...But I don't get tired of hearing it.
*He kisses her gently, to the amusement of many guests, and pulls her closer to him fearing that if she knew, he would never hold her like this again...Adam has finished his dance with Fishy and motions for him to come to him. Macphisto looks up and sees Bona and Larry enter. Time to face the music
Macphisto: So sorry, darling I have to talk to Adam for a minute...*He kisses her again and she thinks he looks sad...*
Bluephisto: Is everything okay?
Macphisto: *Wishing he could lie* I'll just be a little while...I love you so much. *He kisses her again more intensely, and many guests stare...Before she can open her eyes he is across the room. Larry strides up to her. He looks drunk again. Bluey sighs.*
Bluephisto: Hi Larry.
Larry: Bluey, I love you.
Bluephisto: Thanks Lar.
*He looks down again, troubled*
Bluephisto: Larry, Larry? What's wrong?
Larry: I don't know...Well I do know but I...*He makes a frustrated gesture...the music starts up again and couple dance around them. Bluephisto naturally wraps her arms around Larry and dances with him, thinking nothing of it. Larry, however, is shaking from her touch, she was so beautiful. He couldn't believe he never noticed before...maybe if he met her first instead of Bona, they would be the ones getting married. He shoves the thought out of his head and bites his lip*
Bluephisto: Nice song.
Larry: Yeah, I ehm... you know I love ...*She looked up at him through her eyelashes, he crumbled* Bluey, I need to talk to you.
Bluephisto: Alright, go ahead.
Larry: Lately, I've been having these...I can't explain it...I mean I see you and I can't help thinking about what it would be like to...
Bluephisto: To what Larry?
Larry: I can't say. I shouldn't say. I shouldn't even be touching you, you make me think these things .
Bluephisto: Larry, are you drunk?
Larry: *With feeling, looking into her eyes* I love you Bluey. I'm falling in love with you, I can't help it. I can't explain it *As he speaks faster, his arms tighten around her and he dares to slide a hand across her bare back. She is shocked* But I saw you open the door and I...I wanted you. I don't know why I didn't see it before, I must have been blind! This isn't like me! I don't know what I'm doing, Bluey, but I can't stop thinking about you, it's like you did something to me. I want to stop but I can't!!!
Bluephisto: Larry, let me go. Right now.
Larry: No, I can't.
Bluephisto: Larry, you're talking crazy. Let me go.
Larry: Don't...just stay. *He presses into her running his hands down her back*
Bluephisto: You're not making sense, Larry! Stop it.
Larry: I'm sorry Bluey, I'm really sorry.
*Larry grabs her and kisses her passionately. Bluey struggles, but in her weakend state he holds her completely still. Finally he stops and she shoves him away, clearly angry*
Bluephisto: Larry! What the Hell are you doing!?
*Bona and Macphisto are standing near the edge of the dancefloor, shocked*
[This message has been edited by blueeyes (edited 11-28-2001).]