Apologies for the mis-upload for anyone who went to this and found a chapter from my other story up. I'm part stupid, forgive me.

Prompt: Fallen Angel AU - Part 3 (Taken from 30 Day Dark Fandom / OTP Writing Challenge) As sort of requested by quote-unquote, 'A fan', who I hope enjoys this.

Setting: Canon, except instead of being Zac's childhood best friend, Cam is an angel banished from heaven for his deviant, humorous behaviour, and who falls victim to the charms of a self-confident human/mermaid girl.

Rating: T

Pairings: Cam x Nixie

Warnings: I had no intention for this to be continued, but since someone expressed interest in it I thought I'd give it a go. So much for only doing one-shots eh?

Regardless of its origins, this story is my attempt to kick my uncreative-ass into functioning and to actually write something. Admittedly this has been written at 1am in the morning (the only time I have free time nowadays apparently). Additionally, I apologise for not having updated this in a while. Exams coupled with my favourite collection of prompts being taken down has successfully killed most of my creative spirit. Still, I'm trying to bludgeon it back into working, so here goes nothing!

Contains more of the angel world, Archangels being moody, Cam being surprisingly well-behaved, and even more cheese than the last chapter.

Recommended Listening: Nightcall - Kavinsky (ft. Lovefoxxx)

Fallen Angel AU (Part 3)

"Fifty deeds Cam."

"I know."

"Fifty deeds. All you had to do was fifty goddamn good deeds and all this would be over with. How could you be so stupid?"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter a jot that you're sorry Cam," Elijah snapped sharply before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. "And worse, you know that."

The pair of angels were stood together in the Globe Room, just as they had been when Cam had been sentenced to earth, only this time there was one very noticeable difference. All around them the rest of angelkind had fallen still, deathly quiet and acutely attentive, every one of them listening in, waiting. All of them, waiting to find out if the rumours were true.

"You fell in love with a human," Elijah said with undisguised disbelief, staring at his own hands as if they could somehow explain the mess with which he was now faced.

Rather uncharacteristically, Cam remained silent, making no jokes or inappropriate comments. He'd known what the consequences of his actions would be when he'd kissed Nixie, and now he would face them without resentment. He had chosen his path.

"I have to take you to the Council Hall. I'm hoping that I won't have to ask anyone to assist me in that, and that you will come willingly?" Elijah asked of him.

"I will," Cam answered curtly, bowing his head and clasping his hands before him non-threateningly. He didn't want any additional trouble. There was no sense in giving the Archangels any extra fuel with which to punish him; such a thing might jeopardise the possibility of him returning to earth. All angels knew that there were sentences far worse than simply being exiled. Cam was in no mood to see whether or not those rumours were true.

"Good," Elijah said shortly, glad for that one piece of control in the chaos. With grey eyes that showed the hurt and confusion he was feeling, he watched Cam with a sense of numb shell-shock, before nodding his head and mumbling to himself under his breath, "Right." He then turned on his heel and began the walk over to the Council Hall, Cam falling into step behind him with perfect obedience.

As they walked the corridors of the Palace, all eyes fell upon them, itching to get a good look at the mortal lover; The unfortunate angel who was to be holy no more, only a few hundred metres away from losing his wings. Cam was only mildly surprised to find that, after all of his worrying, he didn't actually care. He just wanted to get all of this over and done with so that he could return to Nixie and leave his past as an angel behind.

Entering the Council Hall, all seven of the Archangels were present. Raphael, however, was no longer seated in his throne, instead marching back and forth across the steps that led up to the Council's seats. Gabriel too was out of his chair, standing awkwardly at the top of the steps. He watched his pacing brethren with a look of concern, hugging his own arms tightly to his body. There was a definite tension in the room before anyone had even dared to speak, and it did not surprise Cam when Elijah chose to leave, silently excusing himself.

"Cam," Michael said in his low, clear voice that carried faultlessly across the hall. The title of 'Angel' had already been dropped then. Cam supposed that was only to be expected. "Step forward please."

As Cam walked down across the length of the hall, drawing closer, Raphael ceased his pacing, turning to face him. Even at that distance, Cam could see the flash of anger in his eyes, the tight strain around his thinned lips and the furrowing of his brow. He did not look like an angel any wise man would cross. In all honesty, Cam had never known he'd cared so much. The old Cam would have made some witty comment about how touched he was by Raphael's concern, but this time he kept quiet. No need to provoke him any further.

"Would you care to tell the Council exactly what you think you have been doing?" Michael asked, his deep drawl more strained than usual. He was the only one of The Big Three still seated, and he was leant almost casually on one of the throne arms. The only betrayal of his distress was that which showed in his voice, and the almost undetectable way in which the corner of his mouth twitched every so often. It seemed that Cam had successfully managed to piss them all off, big time.

"Council, I accept full responsibility for my actions, and acknowledge the punishment that accompanies them. I understand-"

"Clearly, you understand nothing. Nor do you understand how much danger you have put our entire society in!" Raphael cut across him in what could only be described as a shout. It wasn't very noble or Archangel-like, but it was undoubtedly terrifying to witness such a powerful individual become so irate, his hands clenched in fists at his sides. It took Cam a few moments to compose himself before he spoke again.

"I do, and I apologise whole-heartedly for any risk I may have put the Angels in," Cam said quietly, respectfully keeping his eyes down on the floor. "I assure you that my actions were not intended to cause harm, nor were they done as a joke or as a prank. Rather, I acted on my own genuine emotions."

"You can't love her Cam," Gabriel said quietly, still stood motionlessly on the step, hugging himself. "Many an angel has thought that they loved a mortal, or at the very least that they desired one. Those that fall for the mortal quickly realise their mistake, however, and only ever end up resenting their supposed beloved. We are not the same as humans, Cam, even after we lose our wings. We're not meant to be together."

"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure I was ever meant to be an Angel," Cam replied with a small smirk that was cynical rather than mocking. "Let's be honest, I've never really fitted in up here; never demonstrated very angelic behaviour. I've always had a penchant for trouble, for more human weaknesses. If I hadn't been born with wings, no one would question the idea that I was meant to be down there with the rest of them."

"Everyone has their vices," Gabriel countered; his voice soft and gentle, the polar opposite of Raphael.

"Some more than others," Raphael muttered not so quietly, still glaring at Cam.

"Regardless of whether or not Cam has made the right decision, he has made it none the less," Michael said firmly, interrupting their bickering. "You say that you understand the consequences of your actions, Cam?"

"I do," Cam confirmed, bowing his head once more.

"Then I hereby sentence you to be stripped of your wings, of all the privileges of your status as an Angel, of all ranking, and of eternal life. You shall know pain, you shall know was it is to need, and you shall experience time as a human, ageing as they age. You are hereby permanently exiled from Angel society, and will from this day forth be no different from all other human mortals." Michael rose from his throne and came to stand at the peak of the highest step, looking down at Cam. "Turn."

Obeying, Cam turned around one-hundred and eighty degrees so that he faced away from the Council, looking back across the hall at the closed doors. No escape now, no going back. This was it.

"I renounce you of your wings," Michael said, his voice bold and clear so that it echoed through the cavernous spacing of the hall.

"I renounce you of your wings," Raphael repeated, his words carrying their usual bite, and Cam could hear the glee he found in saying them.

Silence followed as the third and final member of the leaders hesitated, and then he spoke. "I renounce you of your wings," Gabriel said quietly, his reluctance not changing the fact that he had still spoken the words.

With the final confirmation spoken, Cam could feel the change. The sensation of intense and comforting heat spread across his back like usual, but this time, instead of engulfing and surrounding him, the heat started to turn. An icy sensation with which he was unfamiliar crept through his muscles, sliding up his spine and spreading out across his sides. It felt odd and slightly uncomfortable for Cam had never experienced cold before, and he could not help but find it an unpleasant feeling.

The ice spread over the entirety of his back, and then, with no showy bang or colourful flourish, it simply faded, leaving him with a sense of discontented anti-climax. There was no announcement of "you no longer have wings" or a physical scar left behind, and yet he could feel their absence, buried somewhere deep inside him, squirming in the pit of his stomach.

"Elijah will return you to the mortal girl. She will, of course, have to have her memory of your teleportation erased from her mind," Michael informed him, taking on a factual, business-like manner now that it was all over.

"Will she still remember-?"

"She will still remember the kiss, yes," Michael said, cutting across him. Then, in a moment of sentimentality, he gave a small, sad smile. "Let us just hope that it is worth it."

"It is," Cam replied sincerely, and even with the unsettling absence of his wings, he knew that it was still true. Nixie was still worth it.

"You will find that your own memories of this place fade with time too, as you adjust to mortal life," Michael continued, stepping backwards and reclining down into his throne. "There will come a day when you no longer remember your life here. You will become mortal in both mind and body. Until then, we ask that you do not speak of this place to anyone in the human world. Further action will be taken if you do."

"We don't want to have to clean up any more of your mess," Raphael hissed from the side, glowering down at Cam with just as much contempt as before.

"Elijah is waiting for you at the door," Michael said, ignoring the other Archangel's comment. "You are now free to leave."

After bowing respectfully to his seniors one last time, Cam straightened and turned, proceeding back down to the doors that led to the way out. Just as he reached them, Gabriel spoke out from back upon the steps, "Good luck Cam. I hope, for your sakes, that you are right. I hope that your human girl is worth it."

Without speaking, Cam simply gave a small nod of his head in acknowledgement of Gabriel's words, and then put his fingers to the door handle. It was done.

The sun was just starting to set when Cam returned to earth, the skies ever so slightly misted with clouds so that the diffracted sunlight cast a stunning scatter of colour across the horizon. He opened his eyes to see the warm hues of yellow and red, and then closed them again. He wiggled his toes, bare-footed, and felt damp sand beneath his feet. A gentle breeze blew across his face and the salt stung his skin, and for the first time in forever he finally felt everything. For the first time in his life, he was real.

Exhaling slowly, he allowed himself a few more moments simply to soak up the bizarre sensation of being alive, before he then reopened his eyes. With no hurry, he glanced around, trying to work out where he was.

He realised quickly where he'd been transported to, but he didn't care about that. What he cared about was the girl sat cross-legged by the shoreline, her dark hair blowing gently around her head in the tame breeze, her head turned so that she sat gazing out into the sunset.

Stumbling at first, feeling somehow out of touch with his own body, Cam sprinted down across the sand towards her. He felt the air rush through his lungs, and his muscles hummed with the need for oxygen. All these new, fantastic, wonderful sensations meant nothing, however, when compared to the girl waiting at the shoreline of their beach. The girl waiting for him.

She jumped when he touched a hand to her shoulder, and looked around with wide, disorientated eyes. When she spotted him, it took her a moment to process what she was seeing. Before she could get a word out, however, Cam had fallen to his knees beside her and he took her face in his hands. Feeling her skin beneath him, warm and soft and perfect, he grinned only for a moment before leaning in, kissing her deeply and heavily on the lips.

All the world's new sensations paled in comparison to the feeling of kissing Nixie as a human now. It was a moment unparalleled, coloured by rushes of hormones, the hitching of his breath, and the racing of his pulse. Tentatively, she brushed her fingers across his jaw, and her touch felt like fire, incredibly new and incredibly worth it.

"Cam," Nixie gasped once he'd finally released her mouth, her lips chapped and pink, her cheeks flushed. "Cam, where have you been? I've been waiting here all week, thinking that you'd just vanished, or that you were washed up dead somewhere," she rambled breathlessly, her annoyance not amounting to any real anger. Cam started mentally at the mention of a week having passed, but then he supposed angels and humans had always experienced time differently. Never again now though- they would experience the world together through equal eyes.

She met his gaze, their faces only centimetres apart, and her expression softened. "You know, it's pretty demoralising to kiss a guy and then find out that he appears to have left the country. Not what I would call a positive response."

"Nixie, I'm sorry for leaving," Cam apologised, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her cheek. It felt so unbelievably good to have her there in his arms, her warmth soothing. He could feel her breathing in the gentle rise and fall in her chest pressing against him, and something about that fact seemed so incredibly human that he couldn't help laughing breathlessly like a madman. "I didn't want to, but I had to."

She scowled sceptically at him, and he knew that he owed her an explanation, even if he could never give her the real one. Sighing, he schooled his expression into a more serious one and addressed her frankly. "You remember that thing I mentioned, about how I'd lost something?" He said, tucking a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear.

"Yeah…" Nixie said slowly, unsure of the connection.

"Well, I just had to go and take care of it. It's all sorted now though, and I never have to leave again," Cam promised her, smiling at how perfect that promise sounded.

"Did you find what you'd lost?" Nixie asked him, still slightly confused by his ambiguity as a small frown lined her brow and she chewed her bottom lip.

"No," Cam confessed, grimacing. "No, I didn't. But I decided I didn't need it anymore, that I'd found something better."

"Oh yeah?" Nixie said. "What?"

Came paused for a moment, deliberating on what answer to give, before he smirked mischievously. "You," Cam said, his voice teasing so that any sane person could take it as a joke. Nixie naturally did, grinning and punching his arm playfully.

"You're so full of it," she scolded him through a smile, shaking her head before looking back at him, sobering. "So, you promise you're never going to suddenly disappear again?"

"I promise," Cam said, touching his palm to her cheek gently, lightly running the tip of his thumb across her cheekbone. "I'm going to stay right here with you."

"Hm. I like the sound of that," Nixie said, leaning into his touch and then catching his hand with her own.

They fell quiet for a moment, the sound of the rolling sea distant but reassuring, and the missed time didn't seem to matter anymore. All Cam could really feel was that they were back together, and that here, on this secluded beach with the brazen mermaid mortal, was where he truly belonged.

"Hey, Cam?" Nixie said, breaking the silence out of choice rather than because it was growing awkward.
"Yeah?"

"I love you," she said, her eyes fixed upon his, her words and manner open and honest. It was quite possibly his favourite side to her, and moving in a little closer, Cam hovered just above her lips, pausing to speak before kissing her.

"I love you too, Nixie, no matter what you are. Tail or no tail. Human or not – I love you."