"Sal," Lucifer hissed into the receiver. "Sal. I need a medic."

But all she got was static. Her vision blurred as she tried to stand up, only to let out a strangled shout of pain. "Damn it, damn it, damn it," she muttered.

She slowly reached up, putting pressure on the worst of the gunshots. Slippery red blood flowed through her fingers, and she briefly lamented her favorite suit. No way in hell she was getting the bloodstains out of it now...

Shaking her head, the mob boss considered her options. She couldn't call anyone in on account of the busted comms. Waiting here to bleed out was out of the question, but-

As she rose to her knees, pain jolted up her spine. It was like being shot again. Her knees buckled and she went back to leaning on the wall. Damn it, she thought again. Her arms fell to her sides in resignation.

Heather's vision was going dark around the edges, and she felt woozy and lightheaded. In other words...

She was running out of time.

But then, something odd happened. Warmth spread across her—first from her chest, and then along her stomach and arms. Everywhere she'd been shot. The pain began to fade, and rather than darkness, she saw... light?

The alley came into sharp focus around her. Light spilled from her body, illuminating the shitty little sandwich shop to her left and the run-down apartment to her right. She looked down in wonder. Her skin was glowing, from her neck to her hands, all the way down to her ankles.

A laugh spilled from her mouth as she got up. Of course she wasn't dying.

She was going to live forever.

A/N: A little messy, but voila. This is how Heather/Angel discovered her powers. I still haven't figured out exactly how she got them, though. Maybe she's got fallen angels somewhere in her bloodline...?