A/N:So! We really do love this story of ours, so we decided to fix it up and do it better than what we had it - and upload all of the chapters, this time. It's quite an AU from canon, but we hope you all enjoy it anyways! - Kit

This AU is a few years old now, so we have quite a bit of background information behind the scenes on this one. Don't worry, I promise it's finished. ~Kas

Danny was exhausted. He had been thinking the same words for hundreds of years, of course, but this was one of those days where the words themselves seemed to carry enough weight that it had him struggling to keep himself upright long enough to finish his duties. Keeping himself from letting his eyes close too much, he simply smiled at them as he started to gather up the books. "I'll be back on Monday, you guys know that."

"You need to take a break," one of the kids muttered, shaking her braids out. "When was the last time you had a date, even?" His smile fell a hair before it was back.

Glancing to her, he shook her head. "I don't date. No time when I'm trying to help everyone. Plus, there hasn't been anyone I've been interested in for a long time."

"You need to find someone then." A kid in the back who never talked was now talking - and it was to complain about Danny's lifestyle. Of course, that was per the usual for the way his life went. "I know a bar that my Pops goes to when he needs company."

Danny laughed, shaking his head. "My religion is kinda strict. I'm not supposed to drink." The kids all looked different degrees of horrified. Danny supposed that was what happened when he worked with at-risk kids - many of whom had already been in and out of juvie centers.

"Then visiting the bar would be the best place for you, wouldn't it?" A young girl with bright red hair grinned at him like a fox might. "You can help all the sinners there while you try to relax."

"Here I thought you were the ones saying I needed a break from helping people," Danny said with a laugh, taking their notebooks back as well. "Hey, you guys did really good today. You're improving a whole lot from where you all were at."

"He's changing the subject." Well… "If you go to the bar then I, personally, promise to study as hard as possible and not interrupt class for at least two weeks."

Crossing his arms after he got everything together, Danny smiled. "How would you know if I did it or not?"

"You have to take a picture when you get to the bar."

"I promise to not interrupt class for three weeks if you take a picture of the clock when you get there and take a picture when you leave at least twenty minutes later."

Looking between them all, his grin widened. "Who else is gonna make promises, then?" His class exchanged looks with all of them shouting out a number of days or another week. His decision was made when the most rambunctious one in his class promised not to interrupt class for a month. "Alright, then. I guess you have a deal."

"Wait… Did we just sell our souls or something?" It was so hard not to laugh at that, but some of the other students didn't bother restraining themselves.

"Are you kidding? He's more angel than devil - he can't even tell when Ms. Jeffers is flirting with him!"

That had Danny pausing. "...She's what?"

"Oh, wow… I thought you were just gay, sir." Danny really tried to keep his face from going red.

"Oh, no, I really don't- It's a lot more complicated than that-"

"This bar will be good for you." A slip of paper with an address was pressed into his hand. "Trust me."

With a sigh, he shook his head. "Just make sure that you guys try to stay out of trouble over the weekend, alright?"

"As long as you try to get in trouble, sir."

"Why would I want to get in trouble?"

"You're utterly hopeless, sir, but we'll try to believe in you."

Still laughing to himself, Danny picked up his bag and gave them all a wave. "I'll see you Monday!" There was a chorus of goodbyes that made his exhaustion lessen for a moment, if nothing else. While his life was tiring, some days, it was made better by the kids he got to help. He knew he wouldn't like it, but he needed to look at moving again in the next couple of years. He wasn't finding them anywhere. He may have to change countries, again. It was possible they weren't in the states. The longer he went without them, the worse it was getting.

It had been so long, but it felt like he was reaching the end of his rope. The world had changed so much since he had last seen them, but it always felt as if he was staying the same - except more desperate, maybe. Perhaps he should try France, again. He had always loved the way the Europeans developed… Maybe he liked them enough to stay? Maybe he really did just need to go to a bar. Not that he could get drunk.

Still, if it would get the kids to behave for a few weeks, he supposed twenty minutes in a bar wouldn't be the worst thing he had ever done.

The rest of the day passed as slow as the morning had, Danny finally dragging himself through bus stop after bus stop until he was at the right bar, eyebrows raising a bit. It was a worn down little place and he was honestly concerned that it might collapse on itself and kill everyone inside. Well, at the very least, he could save the humans from that inevitability and get a bit of excitement back into him. Sitting down at the bar, Danny did his best to not show how uncomfortable he was, only taking out his I.D. - fake - and showing it to the bartender. "I don't really drink much… What do you recommend?"

"Depends on if that's a real card or not," the bartender laughed, shaking her head. "No offense, but you don't look like you're twenty-three. You hardly look twenty."

"Yeah, I get that a lot. You're welcome to do whatever tests it is you do to see if they're real."

"Who am I to turn away a paying customer?" Ah. One of those types of bars. "How do you feel about apples?"

"I think they're okay," he said with a small nod. "How come?"

"Because I have the perfect drink in mind for you. Three parts apple cider, one part spiced rum, and a dash of cinnamon."

"I think I'm willing to try it. What's it called?"

"Cider Punch," the bartender winked. "The punch is because of the rum."

Danny smiled at her. "Thanks." Well, it didn't taste half bad.

It was inevitable, really. No matter how many times Andrew changed the recipe, he could never get over the one he thought of when he made those cookies. He was halfway through his fourth one and was now eating them purely through spite, at this point. "One of those days, huh?" Randy was around his shoulders and cooing softly into his ear, rubbing at his arms.

"I'm not that bad." It was just a day full of memories, was all, and Andrew would get over it in time. Hopefully he would get over it in time.

"It's not a good day, though," Randy sighed quietly, nuzzling close to him before a familiar, whip-thin tail was flicking up and twining around Andrew's fingers.

Andrew sighed and leaned back into Randy. "Maybe I need a distraction. Brooding on it just always makes it worse." He held Randy's tail lightly, pulling it close.

"Mm, what type of distraction would you like?" Randy asked softly, a purr rumbling in the back of his throat.

"We should go out to that little bar downtown. Have a few drinks, maybe go home with someone. Just get our minds off everything."

"That sounds nice," Randy hummed, sharp teeth grazing against the very edge of Andrew's ear. "And if no one strikes your fancy, I'll just take you home myself."

Andrew chuckled as he easily slid away from Randy, his own leathery tail caressing his hip. "You'd love to, wouldn't you?"

"Well, I have a good feeling that you wouldn't mind too much." Randy trailed behind him easily, just a step behind him as he often was. "We have all night to ourselves, after all."

"Well, come on, let's go see what we can make of this night. I'm driving." He grabbed the keys off the hook and hurried to the car with a grin.

"That's cheating and you know it, Andy!" Ah, it was too easy to mess with Randy, some days. Going to a bar did sound like a good distraction right now, though. A distraction was just what they needed, really.

"It's north, right?"

"This is why I don't let you drive," Randy grumbled. "It's west, Andy."

"Right, right, west. Which is…?"

"Hold on, lemme turn the GPS on."

"I don't need the GPS, I know where I'm going!" Andrew turned the car out of the neighborhood and started to drive to the bar. He made it five minutes before he noticed Randy's lips were twitching.

"It's the opposite way, Andy."

"I'm taking a shortcut!"

"Mhm. Let me know when you want the right directions, then."

It only took them twenty minutes to get to the bar and park, Andrew smirking. "I told you I knew where I was going."

"Yeah, after I managed to get you back on the right road," Randy snorted, hopping out of the car and giving a stretch. "C'mon, then, now I really need a drink."

"Hm. Parking lot is fairly empty," Andrew noted. "Slow night."

"That could be good or bed, depending on who's here," Randy laughed, sound petering off as he paused on the curb, smile replaced by a frown. "Huh."

Andrew frowned, walking over to hold his hand. "Randy? What is it?"

"I just… had a familiar feeling, was all." Randy's hand tightened around Andrew's as he looked to the bar, eyes glazed over… No. They were flashing white.

Andrew stood in front of him to cup his cheek. "Do we need to go?"

"No. I think being here will be good for us." Randy tilted his head to the side to kiss Andrew's palm, a smile on his face that reminded him of days long since gone. "Trust me."

"I always do. Anything concrete you can tell me?" Andrew smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek softly. Randy smiled at the action, snagging Andrew in a soft kiss as he pulled away.

"I'm not sure, yet, but something good."

Giving Randy a nod, he led them into the bar proper. Though he hardly got in the door more than a couple feet before he stopped. Someone was already sitting at the bar, and looked far too familiar.

Andrew couldn't even ask a question before he felt Randy's hand grip his tightly to where it was almost painful, Andrew glancing at him quickly to see Randy was staring at the same person with wide eyes. "Randy, you don't think… I mean, he's drinking."

"It's also been a couple hundred years," Randy said quietly. "We've changed in that time. Why not him?" As much as Andrew wanted to be as hopeful as Randy looked, they had been down this road before.

Andrew gave a shake of his head. "Randy- I can't- If it's not him, I can't go through it all again." He knew this cycle by now. Hope, excitement, shock, disappointment, heartbreak, grief. He didn't want to go through that all over again.

"I know." Randy looked back to him, staring at him for a long moment before tugging him forward a step. "One more time. Just… Just one."

"If you're sure… I trust you," Andrew told him with a nod, the two careful to sit a couple seats away. Andrew noticed the other glanced over at them a few times, Andrew not sure if he saw a pained expression or if he just wanted to see one.

"Right. Probably best to be subtle, first," Randy finally said, looking to the bartender at the other end of the counter. "Should we order him a drink, first?"

"Yes," Andrew said with a nod. The bartender walked over and he smiled sweetly at the girl as he set his card down. "Could you be a dear and refill his drink on us?"

Randy dug out his own card while the bartender gave them a long look before shaking her head with a grin, "He certainly looks like he could use another one, I'll tell you that much."

"Just go ahead and put it on my tab. Randy, would you like to order for us?"

"What? Oh, right." Randy was certainly distracted, but that didn't stop him from smiling at the bartender sweetly and ordering their own drinks, charming as always. Andrew took the opportunity to watch the sweet thing sitting at the bar just a few chairs down. Their eyes met and he seemed embarrassed at having been caught out staring at them, but really, Andrew thought it was cute.

It was a few minutes more before Randy sighed, shaking his head, "Perhaps we should just go over and introduce ourselves and get it out of the way."

"I think I'm beginning to agree with you," Andrew murmured as they watched the other receive his new drink, his eyebrows furrowing before they hitched up, and he glanced at them.

Randy gave a little wave, smile more genuine than it normally was. "I'm definitely going to say hi to him, but be prepared to leave when I embarrass myself."

Andrew smiled. "I'll be right behind you."

Randy gave him a quick smile before sliding off his chair and walking over to the one they had their eye on, smile charming and sweet, "Would it be cheesy if I said you looked lonely over here?"

"Oh, uh, sorry, I'm not really interested." Well… It could still be him. If he didn't know it was them, he'd say that.

"Well, can't say I didn't try," Randy laughed, letting the words roll off easily as he held his hands up peacefully. "How about a friendly chat? I wasn't lying… You really do look rather lonely over here. Tough day?"

They watched him look them over before rolling his eyes with a smile. "Try tough life." It sounded like him. Most of the signs were pointing to yes. Everything was pointing to yes, but it was too good to be true, wasn't it? For it to happen by accident after all this time.

"That bad, huh?" Randy gave a sympathetic smile, angling his body towards the other even more. "Let me guess… Overworked, underpaid, and constantly stressed?"

"What? Oh, no, I don't care about being paid, and I choose the workload. I wouldn't use stressed. Just… Tired."

"Does that tired feeling have to do with why you're feeling so lonely?" Randy asked softly, Andrew knowing how hard he was trying to keep a smile on his face.

He seemed to startle back a moment. "Me? No, no, I really am fine on my own-"

"No. You're not." Randy's voice was whisper soft and Andrew could almost feel the pain he saw on Randy's face. Whoever this was, Randy must have felt a lot of pain from them. "We never did introduce ourselves, did we?"

"I, uh… Sorry, I really should go-" He just started to slip out of the seat before Randy spoke.

"Hello, Danny." Randy's eyes were glazed white, again, and for a moment he looked so young and overwhelmed. "I think we're all going to get along really well - trust me. I can see these things."

Now Danny was staring at them with wide eyes that seemed to be misting over. "...Randy? Andrew?"

"Sorry it took us so long to find you, little one." It was him. It had to be- They hadn't said their names yet, and Randy had never been wrong with the visions he still recieved. It… Danny. It was Danny.

Between one moment and the next, Danny had flung himself at them, one arm around Randy's neck and the other around Andrew's. Andrew found himself elated beyond anything, tears coming to his own eyes as he held Danny close. "Oh, Danny…"

Randy was wrapped around Danny as tightly as possible, face buried against the younger's neck, "We tried searching for you after we fell, but you were gone, and we kept looking and you were never there-"

Danny laughed between the two of them, a watery thing with little humor. "I had been looking for you everywhere, but… Vladimir, he still watched me so closely, and even now I'm worried if he finds out."

"Vladimir?" Randy frowned, Andrew catching sight of his tail, blurred with the way it was on another plane of reality that humans couldn't see or touch - usually. "Why is Vladimir watching you? You're old enough to be on your own."

"I think the others still worry, because of how late I was born. I don't think they entirely trust me." Danny was still looking between them as if he'd never get the chance to again, Andrew unable to help it as he threaded his fingers through Danny's hair, shifting closer to them both.

"Unsurprising. Many of the angels who watched over us were arrogant fools," Andrew said absently. So many little details had changed about their little angel, but he was still Danny. He was still right in front of them. Danny did pull back sharply, staring at him.

"What?" Startling a little himself, Andrew huffed as he frowned, not quite letting go of his hold on Danny, yet.

"Am I wrong? Jasmine never quite became overbearing, but Madeline, Jackson, and Vladimir were arrogant and seemed to believe we would fall from the very beginning."

"They weren't wrong," Randy muttered, laughing under his breath.

Danny shook his head at them. "No, no- They just worry, they want us- All of us- Not you-"

"Hey, hey, easy," Randy said softly, cupping Danny's cheek and giving him a smile, eyes now glazed over with tears. "You're actually here…"

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief when Danny smiled back at him. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"You weren't the only one looking," Randy laughed, hugging Danny tightly against him again with a soft sigh. "If this is a dream, then don't wake me up, Andy."

"Danny… How about we take you to our home, and we can all catch up there?"

Danny grinned. "I would love that, but…" But? He saw Danny look up past their heads- "I need to stay here for three more minutes."

There was a moment where Andrew didn't know what to say, Randy finally looking at Danny properly and opening and closing his mouth for a second before speaking, "Danny. Why do you need to stay here three more minutes?"

He gave the two of them a sheepish smile. "I made a deal with some of the kids at the detention center that if they studied and behaved during their lessons, I would stay at a bar for twenty minutes."

There was a long moment where Andrew didn't know what to do with that before Randy was bursting into laughter that he tried to smother, laughing hard enough that tears were slipping out. Although, Andrew had a feeling not all of those tears were from laughter. Danny stared before he was laughing as well, shaking his head and hugging the two of them close. "I missed you."

"We missed you too," Andrew said quietly, sighing as he relaxed into the hug. Whatever happened next, they were finally together again.

"Alright, now that you've got your proof - clever students, by the way - let's get you home." Randy held up the car keys he had swiped as soon as they had entered the bar, grinning at Andrew. "I'll drive." He watched with glee as Andrew paused and patted down his pockets before groaning.

"Randy!"

"You guys drive?"

"Sometimes. I prefer public transportation, more," Randy shrugged, guiding Danny along with a hand on his back. "Andy just gets us lost when he drives." Randy was worried that maybe Danny would be a bit uncomfortable with the contact, but instead Danny only smiled up at him. He led Danny to the backseat and opened the door for him, giving a grin. "I don't speed, promise. Most of the time."

Danny laughed as he climbed into the backseat. "That's not what I was worried about. I was actually kinda surprised you're driving something like this."

"You really shouldn't be," Andrew shook his head, getting in the back on the other side and cuddling up to Danny at once. It was revenge for not letting him drive, no doubt. At least he wasn't bringing his tail out. Randy was still a little cautious to remind Danny of the fact that they were now supposed to be enemies.

"Yes, yes, I make poor life choices. Just wait until you see where we live." Randy had a feeling Danny might like their little house in the suburbs, though. Hopefully. Hopefully he would like it.

"You guys really live in this town? I've been here three years and never found you!"

"Three years? Really?" Andrew's surprise was clear and loud, Randy frowning as he started the car. It was odd that they hadn't seen Danny before now. Demons and angels may have had different types of power, but it all came from the same place. They would have felt each other had they ever run across each other in public, but three years… It wasn't that big of a town.

"Why would I lie?" Well, that was true. Danny was still an angel, and no sign of falling. Still, that was a little too big of a coincidence that they had never seen each other before.

"Mm, true," Andrew mused, leaning a little bit closer to the other. "I just find it odd that it's been that long and we never saw you."

"Well… How long have you lived here?"

"A little over ten years, now?" Andrew half asked, looking to Randy. "Maybe eleven?"

Randy thought about it for a moment. Now, Josh was about sixteen, and he was pretty sure he was four when they had gotten there…

"Eleven," Randy said with more certainty. "Maybe twelve."

"Just as I said, eleven or twelve years," Andrew nodded, looking back to Danny with a dazzling smile. Randy kind of wanted to bring his tail out just so he could slap Andrew's arm. But ah, Danny's bright laughter made it all so much better.

He watched Danny shake his head through the rearview. "I can't believe that. That we still hadn't seen each other in all that time. My apartment is right downtown."

"Seriously?" Randy did frown now, hands tightening on the wheel as he stared at the road. That wasn't right. If Danny was in the downtown area then they should have seen him eventually out of sheer probability.

"Mhm." Danny and Andrew were leaning against each other and seemed still happy, so at least there was that.

"You said Vladimir would drag you back. How often does he check in with you?" Because Randy wanted to be prepared if an angel they didn't like was going to come breaking into their house.

"At least every couple days," Danny said with a nod. "I don't much want it, but he says it's for my own good."

"I've learned that the phrase 'for your own good' doesn't often hold true for the intended party," Randy said quietly, keeping an eye on the rearview mirror so he could watch the two.

"It can, sometimes," Danny spoke softly. Quiet for a moment, Randy finally gave a soft sigh.

"Sometimes."

It wasn't an overly long drive and soon enough Randy was pulling into the driveway and turning the car off, looking back at the two of them. "Alright. We're here." Danny gave him a nod and a smile. He got out carefully before stopping to stare at the house.

Randy saw Andrew wince, "Sorry, probably not what you were-"

"It's perfect."

"Yeah, it is," Randy agreed, grinning at Andrew's surprise and overwhelming affection. "We've lived here longer than we have some places, so we've found it's a pretty good house."

"Really? What's made you stay here so long?" Danny's boundless curiosity and excitement really hadn't changed as he grabbed at Andrew's hand with a bright, beaming grin.

"I wanted to pay the house off for once instead of leaving in the dead of night," Randy snorted, leading them to the front door before unlocking it. "And we have good neighbors, for once."

"Oh, well that's good." Danny walked into their house behind them and when the door closed… Oh. They were still so white. Behind him, Danny's wings gently unfurled, and he didn't even seem to much notice.

"I'll make us something to drink," Andrew said quietly, looking between Danny and Randy before heading towards the kitchen. Randy could feel his nerves like tightly strung wire, threatening to snap if they were pressed in the wrong way. Randy wasn't much better. They had finally found him, but this could still lead to a terrible outcome if they weren't careful.

But how could it when Danny felt so warm and sweet, smiling at Randy. "It's been so long… I hardly know what to say."

"Would it be too much if I were to start with an apology?" Randy asked weakly. After all this time, Danny deserved an apology more than anything else, first.

"An apology? What for?"

"Leaving you so suddenly? Not telling you the truth? Not finding you as soon as we realized we weren't dead? We… I failed you so much, Danny."

Danny smiled and reached forward to take his hands. "It's okay. I forgave you a long time ago. That's what we were taught, right? To forgive?"

"You, little one, were always far too forgiving," Randy finally laughed, clutching Danny's hands just as tightly. "We tried, Danny. As soon as we knew we weren't dying we tried to go back and tell you - to let you know that we were okay. That we still cared about you."

"That's why I kept trying to find you. Because I knew- I knew in my heart you would never choose to do something to hurt me. And leaving would have hurt me."

"We thought we were dying." It was Andrew who spoke, leaning against the kitchen doorway with his arms crossed, tail swishing back and forth, still hidden from Danny. "I thought I was going to die until the pain finally stopped."

"But you didn't. You're here, you're okay, you're alive." He always was far too sweet, especially when his wings ruffled.

"So are you." Randy pulled Danny into a hug, careful to not touch his wings as he held him close. "I can't believe you're here." Danny wrapped back around him, and Randy felt the smile against his chest.

"Neither can I. I think I'm dreaming."

"I doubt all three of us are dreaming the same dream," Andrew laughed, Randy feeling his joy and pain in equal amounts. "Come on, then. I've made some hot chocolate."

"Really?" He was just in such awe, and was starting to hover as he always did when he was excited.

"You say that like I forgot," Andrew huffed, trying to hide a smile as he waved Danny towards the table where three cups were already laid out. Randy watched with amusement as Danny immediately landed and picked up a cup to take a sip.

"Oh… It's just like how we always made it." The bittersweet emotions were almost overwhelming, Randy quickly hiding behind his own cup before he could start to tear up.

"As I said, you say that like I forgot," Andrew said, voice whisper soft. Randy herded Danny to the couch where it would be much easier to talk.

"But… But it can't be the same, anymore."

"Well, no, some of the ingredients have changed over the years," Andrew laughed, sitting next to Danny and softening his voice. "But the important things are still the same, I think. Don't you?"

Danny shook his head, curling up. "No, I- We're supposed to fight, now." Falling onto the couch on Danny's other side, Randy gently took his free hand and kissed the back of it.

"Danny. We've been demons for hundreds of years and we've only run up against a handful of angels - and only two of them fought us and that's because they started the fight. We don't have to fight if you don't want to."

"But… But we will, eventually. When Revelations comes to pass-"

"Then we'll deal with it then, but for right now we haven't seen you for so long and all I want is to catch up and make sure you're taking care of yourself." Randy hummed, tilting his head in thought. "I could pretend to threaten you, if it'll help. Claim you'll never stop my wave of terror."

"I don't want you to threaten me, and I don't want to threaten you." Danny stared at them. "You really are demons."

"Yes," Andrew said quietly. "We are. Although I can say that a lot of what we were taught was wrong."

"Really? Like what?"

"Well, for starters, I don't have the urge to destroy heaven and collect angel feathers or whatever nonsense it was," Randy snorted, settling in more against Danny with a soft sigh. "I just really want to talk to you and drink my hot chocolate." Danny shot Andrew a cautious look.

"No worries, mon cher. I only want to be left to live with Randy, and hopefully have you in our lives again."

Randy felt a flicker of amusement as Danny gave a short smile. "Before I went to the bar, I had this really good feeling you would have been in France."

"This is why I always told you two to trust your feelings," Randy grinned, lifting a hand to cup Danny's cheek like he always used to do before he paused just before their skin touched. "Is it alright if I touch you?"

"We have different energies… Won't it hurt?" Ah, they would tell him that, wouldn't they? For an answer, Randy gave him a smile and gently cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing at the skin under his eye.

"Not if you don't mean any harm," Randy said softly, laughing a bit. "And you were sort of right, you know. We lived in France for a few decades a while back." Danny leaned into his hand as he always would, his wings fluttering as he set his cup down to instead hold onto Randy's arm. "We're not going anywhere, Danny. Not again."

"We're here for as long as you want us to be," Andrew chimed in, shuffling forward to hold onto Danny's shirt, resting his head on the younger's shoulder.

"Forever?" It was asked so sweetly and innocently and yet the meaning behind it, of Danny spending every spare second with two demons…

"If that's what you want." Andrew's emotions were a tangled mess, but Randy could feel the want and desire at the very idea of Danny staying with them. Over Danny's head, he shot Andrew a look. They needed to be very careful, especially if Danny had no desires to fall. They didn't force it on him.

"If you want to stay by our sides, Danny, you know we'll never say no," Randy said quietly, giving him a smile. "But it won't be like it used to be."

"What will it be like?" Oh, dear Danny. It was already far too tempting to steal him away from them, to truly show him what life was, starting with the bedroom… No, no, Randy needed to remember that Danny was an angel right now and he might not feel the same way that Randy and Andrew had always felt about him.

"We are still demons," Andrew finally sighed, tugging at Danny's shirt to get his attention. Randy could see him holding in the urge to kiss and touch and just feel. "Specifically… we're incubi. Lust demons."

To Danny's credit, he didn't flush nearly so much as Randy had expected, his eyes only slightly wide as he nodded. "Oh. I see."

"When you fall for sin there's only seven types of demons," Randy sighed, explaining quietly. "We fell for love - for falling in love. That classifies as lust, apparently, over anything else."

"Putting what you felt for one another above your duty towards the Father," Danny nodded slowly. "Okay."

"It… wasn't just for each other," Andrew said, voice soft as a whisper as he met Randy's eyes before looking away. It probably was for the best that Danny knew everything. "It was for you, too, Danny."

Randy watched Danny whip his head around to try to look at both of them. "What?" Oh, dear, that was a lot of confusion and shock.

"We didn't tell you because we were worried about the possibility of you falling, too," Andrew sighed, letting go of Danny and sitting back, playing with his hands. "And in those days we thought falling was certain death."

"No- No no no, that doesn't make sense." The way Danny said it made Randy frown as he tilted Danny's head back up.

"What doesn't make sense, Danny?"

"Then why didn't I fall?"

The silence that followed those words was sharp and like static against his skin, Randy making a soft noise as Andrew curled back up to Danny at once. They had known that Danny had loved them, but… it seemed like they had forgotten just how much Danny had loved them.

"Oh, Danny…" Randy drew the younger into a hug, holding him as close as Andrew. "Did you want to?"

"No," Danny said immediately. Then, "Yes?" He groaned and curled up tighter. "I don't know!"

"Ssh, hey, it's okay, Danny, it's okay. You're going to be just fine."

"You know for sure? Did you See it?"

"No… No, I don't See like I used to, but let's- Let's say that I have faith, okay? All of us are going to be okay, I promise." Danny thought about it before nodding.

"Okay. Okay, I can- Right." Randy felt his emotions begin to ease down again. "Tell me about you. What you've been doing."

"Besides looking for you?" Andrew laughed, pulling Danny into his lap. "Well, I took up writing after a while."

"Really?" Danny laughed. "That actually… doesn't surprise me at all. Have you read anything from M. J. Anderson? I really love his work!"

Randy couldn't help the laugh he gave, quickly smothering it at Andrew's glare and embarrassment. "We- Well, little one, there might be a reason as to why you love his work so much."

"A reason? How about a million? His work is utterly brilliant, Andrea was his best character, though I was pretty fond of Ches, too-" Randy covered his laugh, trying not to laugh too hard as he felt Andrew's embarrassment and fondness grow a thousand times stronger.

"Hey, Andy, I think there's something you should tell our sweet angel, here."

"There is? What is it?"

"It's nothing-"

"It's definitely not nothing," Randy cut off, grin getting wider. "You tell him or I will. C'mon, Andy, his favorite author."

"Oh, I know just about everything there is to know about M.J. Anderson, like the fact that he took on pseudonyms like Zachary Reyes and Ariel Sung-!"

"You read those books, too?!" Andrew's embarrassment turned to horror. "You're an angel." Ah, the Ariel Sung books. Those had been fun.

"It's still great literature, though!" Right. Great literature about all the filthy, dreadful details of different sex acts. This was both hilarious and awful and Randy wasn't sure which emotion was winning out.

"It's really, really not," Andrew sighed, looking away with a hand to his cheek. "The Dark Secrets saga could have been so much better."

Danny was frowning at him, leaning away from him. "Not that much better."

"Ignore him, he always says that about everything he writes," Randy grinned, sliding the truth in and waiting for Danny's reaction. Andrew's betrayed look just made it better.

Randy watched the little angel open his mouth to argue before pausing and slowly closing it. "Everything… he writes."

"Mhm," Randy nodded, nudging Danny to turn his head to look at Andrew, who was doing his absolute best not to blush. "I guess you really didn't forget us, did you, sweet one?"

Danny stared at Andrew for a long few moments. "You wrote all that?"

"Ah, well…" Andrew trailed off, dropping his head with a sigh, finally. "Yes, I did-"

"Oh my- Andrew, those books are all my favorites! They're all some of the best works of fiction I've ever read! And they taught me a lot, too."

"Just don't say it was the Ariel Sung ones that taught you anything," Andrew groaned, burying his face in his hands. For being 'shameless,' he was certainly showing a lot of shame now, Randy mused. It was hilarious.

"Ignore him, Danny, he's just flattered you think so highly of his books."

"Well of course I do! They're amazing."

"See, Andy? They're amazing," Randy grinned, resisting the urge to kiss at Danny's cheek. He was just so cute.

"Tell me more about what you've done while we've been separated."

"Well, that could take a while," Randy mused. "Why don't you tell us a bit about what you've done?"

Danny gave a shrug. "I haven't done much, really."

"Trust us, neither have we." Andrew wrapped his arms around Danny's waist, curling against him. "We've just… drifted."

He nodded and kicked his feet out until they were in Randy's lap. "I have, too, but I think you didn't drift as much."

"You said you moved around every few years," Randy said quietly, resting his hands on Danny's ankles. "Every five?"

"Sometimes a little longer. Not by much. The longest I've stayed anywhere was seven, eight years?"

"That's no way to live," Andrew said softly, tugging Danny more against him and running a hand through his hair. "We're immortal unless killed. Hopping around from place to place every few years…"

Danny shrugged, smiling at them. "I had to find you." That didn't make sense. Angels typically stayed in towns at least ten years, typically upwards of twenty to thirty. If Danny was putting his need to find them over his duty to stay and help…

"Oh, Danny," Randy sighed, watching as Andrew finally let his tail slip free, carefully wrapping it around Danny's waist without thought. "How have you not fallen, yet?" Danny didn't seem to hear his whispered words, or if he did, he didn't acknowledge them. Instead, his curiosity was sparking as he looked down at Andrew's tail and twisted to get a better look at it.

"You can touch, if you want," Andrew offered, tip of his tail flicking out to hover near Danny's hand. "I can promise that it won't hurt."

He watched Danny look to him cautiously, even as his hand stretched out. "Really?"

"Just be careful," Andrew laughed, Randy giving him a look over Danny's head. Andrew's tail was about as sensitive as his ears - which was to say very. Danny's finger just brushed against Andrew's tail, enough to have the little angel pulling back before huffing and pushing forward again.

"What are you doing, petit mec?" Feeling the spike of small confusion from Danny, Randy gave a quiet laugh. "We were in France for a while."

"I- I've never felt anything like it." Like leather, or- "It feels so familiar. It feels… more right." Oh. That had been right, hadn't it? Their little angel was attuned to the energies of others.

"Mm, I'm glad you think so," Andrew hummed, tightening his grip on Danny while his tail flicked closer to Danny's hand. Randy did his best to not roll his eyes. Danny gently touched his tail with the pads of his fingers, frowning.

"You haven't fed." Those words got Randy's attention, his eyebrows raising as he saw Andrew looked as surprised as he did.

"Well, not in the last couple days, I suppose." Danny didn't say much else, just continuing to look stubborn while he traced the outline of Andrew's tail. Andrew quietly let him, eyes half-shut as he relaxed into Danny, a quiet purr starting in the back of his throat. Well… So long as this didn't escalate any further, Randy didn't see any problem with letting Danny be curious.

"Tails are the same between the seven types of demon, but all horns are unique," Randy explained, letting his own tail snap out. Danny tilted his head at Randy's tail before glancing up to his head.

"That's true, too?" Nodding, and careful not to startle the angel, Randy let his own horns show properly.

"That's true, too," Randy smiled. "They're not that bad, really." He knew what Danny would see, he'd see black horns that pointed up into arrows that were tipped blood red, but… But he wasn't scared. He just started to reach his free hand out towards one.

Waiting a moment, Randy carefully tilted his head down, tail flicking towards Andrew's. It took more effort than it probably have to not wrap his tail around the other's. "Just be careful," Randy said quietly, giving a smile. "Our horns aren't as sensitive as our tails, but we can still feel them." Danny gave him a small nod, and softly touched his horn and… That was nice. If he wasn't being poorly affected by their energy, and he was one of the most sensitive angels Randy had met, maybe… Reaching behind Danny, Randy carefully started to smooth some of Danny's feathers, which were still glowing a brilliant white.

He felt the wing twitch and shake for a moment before it was pressed more against his hand, Randy combing through the feathers and scooting closer with a tsk, "When was the last time you preened your feathers?" They weren't like the creatures on earth, but angels needed to take care of their wings if they were on earth.

"Huh? Oh, I… A couple weeks ago?" Oh, honestly. Well, at least not everything had changed, Randy mused.

"You're supposed to do it once a week, mon cher," Andrew laughed, reaching out to brush a hand through Danny's other wing. At least Danny seemed to enjoy it.

"There's… never any time…" Ah, same Danny. That was nice. Although…

Randy took his hand away to nudge Danny. "Hey. It's getting late. Do you have somewhere you'd like us to take you?"

Randy knew what Danny was going to say the second he looked up at him with those wide, guileless eyes, "Can I stay here with you?" Over Danny's shoulder, Andrew smirked, knowing that neither of them would be able to say no to that.

He just smiled and ran a hand through Danny's hair. "Of course you can. Do you have anywhere to be in the morning?"

"Not until Monday," Danny said, a bit absently as he was distracted by Randy's tail, brushing his fingers against him. Randy did his best not to shudder, but he was starting to see why Andrew was being reduced to a purring mess. "Tell me everything. Starting from when you fell."

"It's a long story," Randy finally managed, giving a smile. "Think you can sit through it all?"

"Of course I can."