Her scream of fear had them all jumping from their beds again, not so often now that she was starting to get used to the war being over, her memories returned, but those nights still happened. This time, when Michael rolled from his bed, he turned to help the Sentry, he knew that Gadreel would not return to sleep until he knew that the fledgling was alright.

There was a glow coming from the Morningstar's doorway, the glow of the fledglings grace as she pulled on it again, they all stumbled into his room in time to see her power snap and the world shifted and faded.

Gabriel looked around in wonder, he was the master of such things after all, and turned to the unconscious fledgling in wonder, "We're in a pocket reality."

Behind him, Michael pulled him around, "What do you mean we are in a pocket reality? She is only a fledgling!"

"Who we watched her create a star. Not even we could do that until we were much older. She did it a couple months ago."

The Morningstar brushed his hand over her head, brushing the curls backwards out of her eyes, but it was the Sentry who pointed out what they were all missing. The one major detail they seemingly managed to overlook.

"But we are still in Heaven." Gadreel stepped forward with the aid of the Healer "We are still in the Morningstar's room." They all looked over to him for a moment, and then turned to examine his exclamation, taking in the Morningstar's room around them still. "Look at the dust though." The Healer had swiped a finger of his free hand over the desk top, bringing it away darkened with dust and filth.

"Father just returned their memories a few months ago, perhaps we are not so much as in an illusion, but a memory?"

Michael crossed his arms loosely, looking over at the fledgling in wonder, at just how much she still kept from them and just how much they had yet to learn. The only thing in common between the here and now, and the then and was, was the thunder rumbling through the darkened sky.

The Villa was empty, the wind was the only sound that came from outside and in, and he knew it to be a time during the war, when he stayed in his office at the Pavilion and the Healer in the Infirmary.

"Guys?" the Messenger's voice carried over to them from over the thunder, he had moved away from the Morningstar's side, and stood just outside the door, "I think you're going to want to see this?" The second eldest stayed with his unconscious charge, but the Healer (and in association Gadreel) and the Prince followed to peer outside the door.

Someone had broken into their villa, they were watching it, the shadow moving over the darkened halls and lonely walls. Lightning lit up the room and they watched the little brown heel of the intruder disappear into the Healers room, another flash and they returned dragging a blanket behind them.

The identity of the intruder caught the breath in their chests, as the memory vessel of their little fledgling ran through them, and turned into the Morningstar's abandoned room. Lucifer stared at her with wide eyes as she stopped before his desk to search for something, taking a minute to spot it, and snatched it up before running for the great bed.

Not daring to lay on top, like where she lay now, she dropped to her hand and knees and crawled underneath. Her feet disappeared and soon her stolen blanket did too.

They stared at the darkness that hid her under there, no one was sure what to say, the Morningstar seemed just as surprised as they were at her sudden appearance.

'Akeelah?' Gabriel turned at the whisper of a voice, knowing its owner anywhere, and turned towards the door in time to see the memory of his chaotic troublemaking captain peering around the edge of the doorway. 'Akeelah, are you in here?'

Zaveriel peeked into the room, his hand curled around the blanket he too has stolen from the Messengers room, and they watched as the head of little dark curls peeked out from under the safety of the shadows under the bed.

'I am here.'

They watched as he smiled, ran through the Prince, and dropped to his belly in order to crawl under the bed too. They both disappeared, and they figured that they'd probably remain there until morning, and turned to look at one another in mystified silence.

"He slept with my blanket." The Messenger sounded awed, sad beyond belief, but awed. The Healer seemed to be suffering under the same ailment, "The fledgling slept with mine?"

"Lucifer?" the Morningstar finally looked away from the shadows under his bed to meet the inquisitive gaze of his older brother, "How close were you back then?"

"Much closer then I was aware of, seeing this." He shook his head "We played together often, she always welcomed me when I returned to the Pantheon each day, but she often did so from Jeremiah's side."

"If you don't mind me asking.." the Sentry spoke up from where he was using the Healer as his crutch, having gotten up much too quickly, standing was now a bit more of a challenge, though the Healer didn't seem put out from holding him up "What did she take from your desk?"

He shrugged and finally left his charge's side to examine the belongings left to gather dust. There was various papers strewn about, various knick-knacks, a crown of flowers wilting from the garden (probably given as a gift from a pair of young fledglings), books of hymns, his own personal book, a journal. There was something missing, but he couldn't quite place it. It always sat on the center of his desk, it was where he had left it that fateful day, not knowing that he would never return for it.

"My star."

"What?"

Lucifer turned to look at them all, "My star." He gestured towards the elder archangel, who seemed to catch on quicker as an expression of comprehension overcame him, but he explained for the others benefit "When it was just me and Michael, just after Father told us that He was going to create another brother, Raphael, we each made each other a star. It was hallow in the middle, dead, and we filled it with a piece of grace each and gave it to each other. Michael took mine and I took—"

"Mine."

Michael finished for him as he too turned to look at their fledgling, wondering just how much they really knew and how much they still had yet to find out, "Did you ever find it when you returned?"

"No. Never. I thought it had been lost in the Fall or taken back." Lucifer gestured toward his older brother "I see you no longer wear yours." He sounded hurt by it and Michael was quick to admit "I gave mine to her. She keeps it under her robe now. But she has it. I thought it best seeing as it was a piece of you."

"And she took yours." Lucifer turned to peer at his charge too, "I wonder if she still has it?"

"It would not surprise me. But what does, is that she would waste time looking for it to take, she couldn't have known that it was mine."

"But she knows what my grace burns as, a silver icy blue, yours is fire, its orange and red."

"How does she know that?"

"I used to make snowflakes for the fledglings of my Choir during moments of rest. Got to keep them entertained or they'll wreak havoc."

"The fledgling still sought me for protection even during this time?"

The Messenger nodded before the Morningstar could, "Seems like it." He turned to look at each one of his brothers, "How do we get back?" the Healer stepped up next to him, helping the Sentry as he did, "Wake her up. We're in a dream, possible memory or not, it's still a dream. Just wake her up."

Lucifer nodded at the instruction from the younger archangel, kneeling beside her on the bed, hearing nothing but soft breathing between cracks of thunder coming from underneath, and brushed her curls back again.

"Wake up, my little one, you're having a dream." She stirred under his touch, the room around them changing and fading again, the dust disappeared and new trinkets started appearing in place of old ones, "Wake up for me."

Her eyes fluttered as the room shifted into place, "Luci? Why'd you wake me up?." She yawned a big yawn and cuddled back down into his pillow "I was sleeping."

"I know, little one. I'm sorry." he smiled and bent forward to kiss her temple, "You can go back to sleep now."

"Wha's everyone doin' here?"

"They wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Okay Luci, Imma go ba' to s'eep."

"Sweet dreams, little one."