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"It would only take one trip, though. Several stops, probably, but...."
"I'm sorry. No." God sympathized, all too well, but, "Rules are rules, even for Us. You may return twice, only. Once at the end of days, and you chose to use the other resurrection to reassure your mother and your friends. I'm sorry, Jesus, but You may not go."
Christ paced along the meadow, trying to come up with a better justification, but decided that God would know truth when He heard it. "But have You looked at what they're doing in My name?"
"I know. But the rules were set down from the beginning; if We break them, so will all others." God watched Her son pace in a steady ground-eating stride that lingered, still, from His physical days as a traveling messiah.
"Damnation." Jesus stopped pacing at last, though. "All right. I'll go back to work."
God smiled, and kissed Him on the forehead. "Why don't you go help Peter at the Gate? He says so many of them refuse to believe they've been denied entry. Perhaps they'd believe it from you?"
Christ smiled. "And Peter's good company, and if I'm going to be angry, it'll be at souls who deserve some wrath? I'll do that. Thank You."
God waited until He was sure His son was in fact with Peter. The rock always did level out Jesus's temper. Then She sat and watched the sun rising over the planet, wishing, as always, that this would be the dawn where the Morningstar returned. But He'd have to bend the rules, or Lucifer would have to change His mind, before that happened. And each rule had to be kept, lest all the other rules unravel....
One day, maybe.
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I did say it wasn't my usual.