Author's Note: I don't know exactly how I got this story idea. It just seems to make sense.

Summary: What else is there to do in Heaven but fall in love?

Pairings: Pamela/Ash... Pamelash?

Heavenly

Pamela was liking her heaven a lot less these days. The angelic civil war raging made it hard to enjoy it. It made her nervous.

She rarely saw any of the fighting, but that didn't make it any less scary. The sounds by themselves would make a normal person run screaming for their mommy. Partly it sounded like thunder. Earth shaking thunder, glass shattering thunder, ear rupturing thunder. Partly it sounded like you would imagine a medieval battle sounded like. Swords clashing and clanging. Metal on metal. The scream of steel scraping together. Only it was about a thousand times louder than any earthly battlefield. Then there were the angels' voices. They shouted in Enochian to each other, they yelled what Pamela assumed to be spells and curses, and sometimes they screamed in pain.

The screams were the worst. Full of anguish and rage. The tortured voices of wounded or dying angels echoed around Heaven. Angels crying out in their agony for their comrades, for their friends, sometimes for their Father.

It was a good thing the souls in Heaven didn't need to sleep, because sleep would have been impossible to come by.

Once a group of angels went marching through her heaven. Their faces were grim, they were quiet. A couple looked at Pamela as they passed by, but they dismissed her just as quickly. To them she was just another human soul, she wasn't a threat, she wasn't important. Most of them ignored her and the ones who did give her a glance quickly dismissed her from their minds.

That was just fine with Pamela. She didn't want to have her eyes burned out again, and she certainly didn't need to experience what else angels were capable of doing to her. If an angel's true form could burn human eyes out just by being seen then Pamela didn't want to know what else angels could do, especially if they were angry. She just pretended not to see them marching through and kept her mouth shut. The one thing she was worried about was the possibility of being caught in the angels' crossfire if they fought in her heaven. She wasn't Ash, she couldn't run to a safer heaven if hers became a fighting ground.

Speaking of Ash, he was now paying semi-regular visits to her. Even though she had thought he was a regular mullet-headed idiot when she first met him, she quickly caught on he was an extraordinary genius. A genius that looked like a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie, but a genius nonetheless.

And okay, she could admit to herself that he was funny and enjoyable to talk to. Not like she could afford to be picky with who she chatted with, nobody else could visit her and she couldn't go visit them. Unless Ash was involved every person in Heaven was trapped on their own little islands, when you thought about it long enough you realized it really sucked. So here she was parked in her own little heaven, but at least her heaven was a show at the Meadowlands.

She heard a door open over the noise of the show and suddenly Ash was standing beside her.

"Hey babe, who're you watching tonight?" He said "They sound awesome."

She took a playful swipe at him, which he ducked. "A Metallica cover band I heard when I was 19. I had a real thing for the guitarist and we made out backstage. And I told you not to call me "babe" didn't I?"

"My bad Pamela, you're just a total babe I can't help it." He gave her a grin and continued bobbing his head to the music.

"Well to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit Dr. Badass? And why are you in such a good mood?" She turned around and bent over to pick a few beers out of the cooler by her feet. "Stop staring at my ass, Ash."

"I am in a good mood because I have discovered Elvis' heaven and Marilyn Monroe's. So my day... night? I can't tell anymore up here. Anyway, I've been having an awesome time. Hey, since when do lame cover bands with ugly guitarists play at the Meadowlands?" Ash asked.

"Since I have discovered that there's a program sheet backstage on which I can write anything I want to see on and I get to see them." She replied, standing back up and handing him a beer. They clinked the bottles together and each took a swallow. "And the guitarist isn't ugly, no more than you anyway."

Ash feigned a hurt look and covered his heart with his hand. "No way! He doesn't look anything like me, my hair is way better!" Pamela laughed. Count on Ash to consider the mullet to be the epitome of style. She sipped her beer as the band finished up the song. Ash and Pamela shouted and cheered with the rest of the crowd. After the noise died down Ash turned to her with a serious look on his face.

"Actually, I came to visit to make sure you're okay. A couple of heavens are cut off from me right now because of the fighting. I just wanted to make sure I could still get to yours." He downed the rest of his beer. "I'm sure you've heard all that bangin' and hollerin' the feathery boys've been doing lately." Pamela nodded. Ash continued "Well, some of the fighting is really bad. Like twister season in Tornado Alley bad, and without the flying cows or Helen Hunt."

"Yeah well thanks Dr. Badass, as you can see everything's fine he-" Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and two voices shouted in Enochian. Pamela and Ash fell back into the crowd of memory figures who seemed to melt away in the light. Pamela fell through one dissolving phantom, chilling her almost to the bone, and onto her back. When she opened her eyes, for a terrifying moment she was afraid they had been burned out again. She blinked twice and her vision cleared, so that she could see two angels circling each other, swords drawn.

"I guess I spoke to soon." She whispered, scooting backwards and out of the way in case the angels got into it. Ash grabbed her hand and hauled her to her feet.

"C'mon, we have to get out of here. These guys are going to rip this place apparent when they get going." He said dragging her through the crowd of not real people, who were eerily quiet and still. From behind them Pamela heard one of the angels snarl something in Enochian. The other angel laughed cruelly. Then Pamela's heaven erupted into noise and violence again. She stumbled, covering her eyes with her free hand as the blinding light flashed and flashed again. Ash was cursing beside her, then muttering in Enochian trying to find a door or make a door. Pamela was never sure how he did it.

"Ash!" She shouted over the noise of the brawling angels. She doubted he could hear her. She wished he would hurry up with the door, then realized he was probably being held up by the angels' mojo. One of the winged bastards began chanting. Even without knowing the language, Pamela could tell it was a powerful spell. "Ash!" she yelled again, this time in fear. He continued muttering but pulled her closer to him.

She cried out as the air temperature shot up, angelic fire spiraling in a whirlwind behind them. Her hair stood on end, crackling and stiff in the heat. Any second now, she expected to catch fire, those flaming tongues the angel had conjured would consume her and she knew how it would feel. What happens if you die in Heaven? And suddenly they were out of the fire storm. Ash slammed the door shut on the inferno. Pamela felt woozy, sick, she leaned against the bar. Ash had brought her back to his heaven, the Roadhouse. "Hell." She spat out, her skin still tingling from almost being scorned to cinders. Fucking angels.

"Strange as it is babe, this is supposed to be Heaven." Ash said. "And I don't know about you, but after that, I could really use a drink."

To be continued...