Writer's note: I apologize for taking so long to update this story. I forgot that I hadn't posted the final chapter. Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoy it! ~MC

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For a brief moment, Peter looked worried. "He can't take us, can he?"

Gabriel shook his head. "Not for the same contracts. Only if you make a new deal with him."

Peter gave a sigh of relief. The four boys moved into a group hug, thrilled that they were all still together. Gabriel watched them with interest.

Mike finally noticed him. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. We almost forgot to thank you."

"You're most welcome. But that was not what I was waiting for."

"Well, we don't have much money. Angels don't use money, though, do they?"

Gabriel shook his head.

Davy thought a moment. "Maybe something to eat? Do angels eat?" He turned to Micky, who shrugged.

"No, boys, I'm not looking for payment. You see, when people see an angel, they often ask for selfish desires. Not once have any of you asked for something. You've offered what little you have instead. You did the same with Zero. Micky, Davy, Mike, you made a deal, each giving up something, in order to get your friend back. And Peter, when Zero tried to take you back, you tried to negotiate, not for your own freedom, but for your friends to be restored." Gabriel looked at each of them in turn. "You boys have what is most important. Love. It holds you together. Never let go of it."

He stood in front of Peter. "When Zero tried to take you outside of a contract, it nullified your former one. Which in turn nullified the one Zero had with Micky, Davy, and Mike."

Peter smiled. A real smile, the first since he'd been taken.

"Because the contracts are no longer valid, things must be changed." Gabriel put his hand over Peter's heart. Peter was about to ask what he was doing when suddenly Peter felt something change. He felt all the anger and fear from the last two years be lifted off him. When it was all gone, Gabriel removed his hand. Peter slumped forward with a gasp. Gabriel held him up gently.

Peter looked up, tears glowing in his eyes. "I'm back. I'm really back!"

"Yes, Peter." Gabriel watched as Peter spun around and grabbed his friends in a hug.

"Thank you, Angel, Mr. Angel, uh, Gabriel Angel."

Gabriel laughed. "You're welcome, Peter. Come here, Micky."

Micky looked at the angel in surprise, pointing to himself to make sure he heard right.

"Yes, you, Micky."

Micky gave a quick glance to Peter, who pushed Micky towards the angel. Gabriel gently touched Micky's throat for a moment, then let go. Micky turned to the guys with wide eyes. "I can talk. I can talk! Oh, thank you, Mr. Gabriel! I'll never forget this as long as I live! Oh gosharooney! I can't believe this! I can talk! Mike! Davy! Peter! I can talk again! Listen, listen! I can talk!"

"We hear you!" The other three laughed.

Micky gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry. Got carried away. I'm just so excited!"

Gabriel laughed again. "There will be plenty of time to talk, Micky. Don't worry." He turned to Davy. "Your turn, Davy."

Davy stepped forward, excited but nervous. Gabriel put his hand on Davy's face. When he removed it, Davy ran his hands over his now smooth skin. He ran over to the mirror.

"Guys, look at me!" Davy grinned broadly, turning so they could see his restored face. "Thank you, Gabriel!"

"You're welcome, Davy. Mike?"

Mike stepped forward, nervously. Gabriel took Mike's hands in his. Mike watched as his fingers began untwisting and straightening.

When Gabriel let go, Mike stared at his hands. Micky put his hand on Mike's shoulder. "Come on, man. Move them."

Slowly, Mike began moving his fingers. "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, Mike." Gabriel smiled at them. "You all have been through a lot. You should get some sleep."

Micky shook his head. "Can't, man. I've gotta go to work soon."

"What work?"

Micky looked at the angel in surprise. "My job. Where I work..."

"You have no job. None of you do."

"Beg pardon?" Mike scrunched his eyes in confusion.

"The contracts have been reversed. To the rest of the world, the last two years never happened. You will be able to remember them, but it is now the day after Zero took Peter originally. Now get some sleep. You have a gig tonight."

Gabriel gave a wave as he began to fade away. The Monkees waved back until the angel disappeared.

"Who could sleep now?" Davy and Micky were practically jumping up and down.

Mike stepped forward, happy to once again be in the role of leader. "Guys, I'll make some warm milk. That should help us get some sleep."

As they left the bedroom, Micky pointed across to the bandstand. "Look! Guys, look at that!"

Their instruments were set up on the bandstand, just like they'd left them two years ago.

The guys smiled at each other. "How 'bout we practice before bed?"

"Yeah!"

The four of them took their places on the bandstand. Davy looked at the others. "What should we play?"

Peter tested the strings on his bass. "How about "Salesman"?"

"Great idea, Shotgun."

When the song ended, Micky started jumping up and down on his stool. "Let's do "Goin' Down" next! I feel like singing!"

They had almost finished the song when they heard pounding on the door.

"Alright, you guys! Open this door!"

The four of them looked at each other and hurried over. Mike opened the door to reveal a pajama-clad Mr. Babbitt.

"I don't mind you making that noise during the day, but at three in the morning, that's a little ridiculous!"

Micky wrapped Mr. Babbitt in a hug. "I'm so happy you can say that! You have no idea how much I've missed being told to stop playing!"

Mr. Babbitt took a step back, Micky still holding on. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing. He's just excited. You know, too much sugar before bed."

Mr. Babbitt seemed to buy Mike's explanation. "Well, next time don't let him have sugar. And go to bed, will ya?"

Davy and Peter pulled Micky off the landlord as Mike agreed to watch the drummer's sugar intake. Once the four Monkees were alone again, Mike announced that it was time for bed.

"Aw, come on, Mike! Who could sleep now? I'm way too happy!" Micky's enthusiasm didn't have quite the effect he wanted when he started yawning.

Mike took ahold of Micky's shoulder and began steering him towards the stairs. Davy and Peter laughed as they headed to the downstairs bedroom. Before they left each other's sight, they all stopped.

"Gabriel was right. It's like it never happened." Peter looked at each of his friends. "Thank you guys for never giving up on me."