A/N: Holy heck, I'm so glad we managed to finish this and do it justice since we first came up with the idea! We hope you guys enjoyed it and let us know if you want to see more of this AU - we have plenty to add if there's enough interest! Happy days and thanks for reading! - Kit

Danny had been happy. He had been the happiest he had felt in so long. That wasn't the case anymore. Now? Now anger didn't even begin to describe what he felt. Not only was Vladimir yet again beginning to assume his own feelings and make decisions based off of them, he was lying. Angels didn't lie. He didn't know what Vladimir was, and frankly, he didn't care. He may have been a fallen, but even he could not abide by this abomination throwing the name of the father so blatantly to persuade others towards his side. "They're not hiding me," he said again, the argument having roused him from his slumber. When he'd seen how dire the situation was, he took to the sky without a second thought and plummeted back down to the earth to land in front of Andrew and Randy, using his wings to block the two from sight.

"Daniel, there is still time to come back," Vladimir crooned, as if Danny was a wayward child who couldn't make up his mind. "You still have your wings, black with sin as they have become." It was true. When Danny had woken up, he had seen just how dark his wings were, now. They weren't far away from being black altogether.

Danny glared at him. "I would rather sin against the father a hundred times more than be made to follow you another second, Vladimir," he spat.

"Daniel, these two have corrupted you. You need to come back with us where it's safe."

"What us? Do you mean back to those who cared not when they believed these two to be falling? I asked Jasmine. You lied to the other angels, and told them I had requested your constant presence, when in fact you forced yourself into my life."

"Jasmine must have been mistaken, Daniel. I have only ever wanted the best for you. I have only ever wanted justice."

"Justice? Against what?" He wanted justice to be had against… Against them? The ones who truly made certain he was cared for? The ones that had hidden their own falling to save him?

"Against these pitiful creatures that started the War so long ago and cost the lives of so many." Behind Danny, he heard Randy suck in a sharp breath. Danny backed up and pulled Andrew and Randy close, folding them both into his wings.

"These ones? They started the War? They took countless lives? Would you be so willing to repeat yourself in front of the father?"

There was s moment of damning silence before Vladimir sneered. "They're still a part of the problem are they not?"

"Are they? Shall we ask the father how many they have led to sin from which none can repent? How many they have stricken down?"

"They have sins to answer for, Daniel. Including yours." Vladimir looked back to the other angels. "You see how far they've dragged him down?"

"My sins are through no fault but my own!" Danny stared at them. "I have been in danger of falling for the past six centuries!" It was no use. Vladimir had them under his sway, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it. "If you dare to attempt to harm them, I will defend them."

"Andy," Randy hissed, voice more quiet than a whisper. "Wrath." Danny didn't pay much mind to what Randy was saying, though he was mindful of the tail snapping behind him.

He glanced back to see the whip-like tail so similar to Andrew and Randy's snapping and flicking behind him. It was with a snarl that he turned back to face Vladimir and his minions. "You see now? It is you that has created this. All of you!"

"He still has his wings," Neriah muttered. "How can he still have wings?" It was true. Danny had a tail like Andrew and Randy, but his wings were still spread wide.

"You'd ought to take it as a warning. I care deeply for the father, though for these two I will go to the ends of the Earth. Do not test me."

"You see what the Fallen have done as we looked away in ignorance!" Vladimir faced the other two angel's, tone angry. "We've allowed them to run unchecked and now they've corrupted a child! A symbol of times of peace!"

Danny glared, watching them. "I have not been a child for centuries. You ought to feel ashamed! You turn your back o your own brothers and sisters, an act you specifically teach to humans as a sin!"

"I do what I do for the greater good of all. I am the only one to see the true dangers here. You will regret this, Daniel-"

"You're happy," Randy said quietly, demonic features slipping through. "You're happy." Danny turned back to Randy, shaking his head.

"Randy, what are you-"

"Vladimir is happy about all of this. It's the same from the apartment. He wanted you to come with us. He wanted you to fall."

Something wasn't adding up, and Danny hated when things didn't add up. "Why would he want me to fall?"

"Yes, Randall, why would I want him to fall?" Vladimir sounded almost mocking, Randy staring at him for a long moment, eyes glazed white.

"You want this war to happen."

Something was starting to finally fit into place. "Because he's not an angel," Danny said with a nod. "An angel would never lie. An angel will always mind their words, knowing the father is always watching and anything said aloud must be anything they would say to him directly."

"Then what would I be if not an angel?" Vladimir sneered, shaking his head. "Enough of this. I see we need to speak to our brothers. The Fallen have roamed unchecked for far too long."

"If everything is a part of the father's plan, does that then include my falling?"

Vladimir didn't give him an answer, instead leaving them with a slow smile that Danny only caught a glimpse of. Neriah and Elias soon followed. Looking back to Andrew and Randy, Danny gave them a shaky smile before he started to feel faint.

"He's definitely an incubus," Randy sighed, setting Danny on the bed. "His wings should have burned days ago."

"I know. They certainly should have burned by now." Andrew sat on the bed and leaned over, brushing Danny's hair back. Danny sighed softly, head tilting towards him even in sleep. Such a sweet thing.

"This was… a lot," Randy finally said, collapsing on the bed and staring at the ceiling. "This was a lot."

"But it's over, now. Danny's here with-"

"Dad?! Papa?!" The scream came from Josh and before Andrew could panic, the kids all came tumbling through the door, Stacy and Annie looking tired and confused and Josh looking more panicked than he had in years. The teen took one glance around the room and launched himself at Randy, holding on tightly.

"Josh- Girls, what on earth is going on?" Andrew shook his head as he held his arms out, the girls practically falling into them.

"Josh started freaking out," Stacy explained, shaking her head. "We thought it was a nightmare and when we tried to come over to get you he wouldn't let us leave the house. Then he suddenly threw the door open and ran over here."

He sighed, shaking his own head and running a hand through Stacy's hair. "That would most likely be because your brother is sensitive to the energy of others, and felt the holy energy outside our door, as well as the new demonic energy."

He glanced over to where Josh was tucked into Randy's arms, Randy purring softly and rubbing at Josh's back, looking worried. It was a few moments before Josh looked to Andrew, swallowing thickly. "I Saw it. Pa- Pops was almost hurt."

"Almost," Andrew said with a nod as Annie climbed into his lap and clung onto him. "He wasn't, thanks to Danny."

"Which is why Danny is my new favorite right now," Josh snorted, slowly looking to be calming down as he looked at Danny. "He really did keep the wings, then."

"He did," Andrew said quietly, giving Josh a hesitant look. "Can you… See what he is?"

"Something new," Josh said quietly, studying Danny intently and tilting his head to the side. "He's ours, though."

Andrew smiled at Josh. "He is, yes. How about Randy and I set the downstairs up for the three of you?"

"I'll go leave a note for Mom," Stacy sighed, whining when Josh grabbed her and pulled her inot a tight hug. "Josh! I am going to be fine walking to the house next door."

"Here, I'll go with you," Andrew told her, setting Annie down on the bed and holding a hand out to Stacy. Stacy grabbed onto his hand like she was about to die, Andrew trying not to roll his eyes as he gently pulled her out of Josh's arms. Annie couldn't be helped after Stacy was freed, though.

"Thank you," Stacy sighed, pulling him along. "You know how Josh is about his 'baby sisters.'"

"I do. I think it's terribly sweet." The two got down the stairs and Andrew looked at her. "You like Danny, right? I know Josh has gotten along fine with him, but you and Annie are just so-"

"It's okay," Stacy interrupted. "I know Josh is your favorite." Before Andrew could have a crisis over how his daughter thought he didn't love her enough, Stacy grinned sharply. "I do know I'm Papa's favorite, though."

Andrew shook his head. "No one is anyone's favorite. We love all three of you equally."

"I know, but let me have my fun," Stacy pouted, pulling Andrew over to Beth's. "And I like Danny. He's good for you two. I don't know him very well, yet, but I think he could be good for all of us."

"I'm glad you think so. I do, too." Andrew easily opened the door, nudging her inside. "If you tell your mother Randy said you could, you three can stay home from school tomorrow."

"If I ask her right now when she's still mostly asleep, she'll agree to that," Stacy beamed, running up the stairs. "Be right back!" Andrew couldn't help but to laugh, shaking his head. He'd still leave a note for Beth anyway, she'd appreciate it after she had her coffee.

It was good to have the kids over, anyways. Andrew knew that Randy would have been as worried as him to have them out of their sight. Sight… Andrew knew Josh had some of it, but how much had he really seen about what happened? What may have happened? It sounded like he saw a possibility of events, but he didn't see what had actually ended up happening. The idea of Randy being hit with holy energy certainly wasn't a good one.

Hopefully they could get the kids settled to bed without too much fuss, but he had a feeling Josh was going to have nightmares, tonight. When Stacy came back down the stairs Andrew saw the way her eyes were drooping. He smiled at her. "Come on," he said, picking her up and carrying her.

Stacy yawned and relaxed against him, tugging at his shirt after a moment, "Are you guys alright? What happened?"

"We're okay. It's a bit hard to explain right now. I promise we'll tell you in the morning, though."

"Can we sleep in your room?"

"If you really want to. It might be a little cramped, though."

"That's okay, I can just sleep on top of Papa and Annie can sleep on top of Danny, and then Josh on top of you."

"We'll make it work," he assured her, brushing a kiss to the top of her head. Stacy gave a nod, fully relaxing against him.

"Love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Stacy."

"Still a morning person," Randy noted, watching Danny shuffle into the kitchen. "How was waking up in the middle of a pile of kids?"

"It was… It was nice," Danny said, and he felt all those warm, fuzzy feelings curling in him. "Not so lonely."

"I'm glad." Randy held an arm out, waiting until Danny was close to wrap him in a hug. "How are you doing?"

Danny didn't hesitate in returning the gesture. "Good. Really. It feels good." Well, that was how he genuinely felt, but Randy did have to wonder how long he would feel that way.

"You… aren't having any second thoughts about anything?" Danny had never seemed the type to feel regret, but still… He worried.

"Well… I will miss Heaven, but… I hardly went there anyway." Danny really was something else. Randy pulled him into a tight hug, kissing him softly.

"How are your wings?"

"They feel good. Great. Better than ever." Behind him, his wings carefully unfolded. They were as black as the night sky without any light, but they were also full and fluffy and looked perfectly healthy. "See?" It was so good Danny still had his wings. He would have missed them far too much.

"I can still worry," Randy complained, drawing Danny into another kiss. "So. It seems you're an incubus demon. How do you feel?"

"This might sound weird, but… Everything feels right, now." That… was a bit odd.

"Well, I don't know where to find answers about all of this, but I'm sure we'll figure out something." As he finished, the doorbell rang. Randy felt like someone had stepped over his future grave.

Walking over, he peered through and paled. No. Not him. There was a thump from upstairs followed by an excited gasp and oh no. Before Danny could ask, Josh was running down the stairs, Randy's hand in his shirt the only thing keeping him from hitting the floor. "Is Luci here!"

"I haven't opened the-"

"Hey, it's your favorite lord of the underworld!"

"Wha…?" Danny looked confused, looking between Randy and the door as Josh escaped and jerked it open.

"Luci! You know Dad was probably sort of kidding when he banned you from the house, right?"

"Aw, come on, kid. You think he scares me?" That was… terror. Randy felt- Oh. From Danny. The still very angelic demon now staring at Lucifer for the first time.

"Right- Right. Danny, this is Luci. Lucifer. He drops in from time to time here and there." Randy stepped in front of Danny, trying to protect him at least a little. "Josh is his favorite."

"Ah, there he is. Just the one I was here to see. Come here, Daniel, let me get a good look at ya!" Luci was grinning at Danny, holding a hand out. Danny looked and felt even more scared.

"C'mon, we just got him, don't scare him off," Josh whined. "He's important and I don't want you to scare him to death until I figure out how he's important."

"Come on, Daniel, no one's gonna hurt you… Yeah, it fits you. Some of my finer work, if I do say so. Feels better, doesn't it?"

"Uh." Danny stared, Randy frowned and tried to figure out what was going on, and Josh was staring at Danny and then looking to Lucifer with a quiet little 'huh.'

"All seven. Not many of mine can say the same. Which one was your favorite, then? Lust not included, of course. I could have seen you as maybe Pride, or Envy-"

"Lucifer." Randy interrupted the… god? Right. Randy interrupted with a deep breath. "I ask this very sincerely, but what the fuck?"

"What? You felt the energies, don't act like it's a surprise now," Lucifer said, and for a moment Randy did feel properly scolded. He got over it.

"He felt all seven sins. Is that all it takes for a Fallen to keep their wings? No. There's no way. There were too many Fallen - both in the original war and the years after." Lucifer felt… pleased. He was pleased, and content, and there was a thread of… A thread of worry. "You know what I'll do if they're ever in danger."

Lucifer looked him over and snorted. "Alright, pipsqueak. So, how are the wings feeling? Energy is a little low, but you went a little faster than I thought you would."

"My wings are… fine?" Danny's wings gave a little flap, Randy sighing a bit in relief when Danny's fear started going down. "Faster than you thought?"

"Falling, didn't expect you to finish it all off in one night, you're not really one for wrath, knew that one would be last, thought it would take a while for you-"

"How did you know I was Falling- How'd you know I'd Fall for 'all seven sins' or whatever?" Danny was looking suspicious, and a suspicious Danny usually meant trouble.

"Cause that was the plan," Luci told him with a bright grin.

"Your plans don't always end well," Josh said, crossing his arms. "I mean, I'm not as up to date on my bible study, but I think I remember something about a plan to be seen as equal."

"And it worked," Luci- Wait, what? He was- He was equal- No. Nope. Aha. It was too early for Randy to deal with this.

"Oh, well, as long as it worked." Where had they gone wrong in raising these children? "So, Danny gets to stay, right? And they get to be all sickeningly sweet and happy?"

"If that's what they want, I won't stop them." Luci grinned at Danny, ruffling his hair. "I remember when you were born."

"You're being creepy," Randy said, tugging Danny back and giving Luci an annoyed look. "He is right, though, you know." Randy cupped Danny's cheek, rubbing a thumb against the skin. "If you want to stay… you'll always have a place here."

Danny smiled. "Good. Cause I do."

"Well, glad that's settled! What's for breakfast? I'm starved!"

"You will eat us out of house and home if I let you," Randy snapped, looking back to Josh. "Go wake your dad so he can put up with this instead of me."

"On it!"

"What… plan did you have that required my falling?"

"That part we're keeping under wraps for a little bit longer," Luci laughed, as if he was delighted. "Don't worry, though, you're going to do great. Man, though, Josh has really grown, hasn't he? Kid used to be barely up to my ankle!"

"You're more dramatic than Andrew," Randy sighed. "You didn't even meet him in person until we were here for a year. And that was because you were worried about Andy's wrath levels."

"Not like you can blame me," Luci shrugged, Randy tsking as he grabbed Danny's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen.

"If we ignore him, then he might just go away on his own." It was… somewhat reassuring to know that this had been planned for Danny and that they were all going to be alright.

At least, it couldn't be any worse than only taking a week to fall.