A/N- So here it is. The chapter of the finale type. But this is not the time for sorrow. That's for the end A/N. Instead, lots of lovely final thanks to ShyKitten, Im Kind Of Important, Morgan, LunaEvanna Longbottom, Xxhope4thebestxX and Firework's Feelings(x2)!

Chapter Thirteen- Wake Up, The Party's Over Now

I yawned and stretched, rolling over in bed and keeping my eyes shut against the sunlight. Holy fuck, what a weird-ass dream. I mean, an apocalypse? Demons? Possession? James and Jonah dying? That's some whacked shit.

Still, I'd had weirder dreams. There was that one about clowns stealing my kitchen so they could make some soup…but you don't need to know about that. I threw my arm out, groping along the mattress so I could give Dave a thump and wake him up too. But instead, all my hand found was something that felt fluffy, powdery, watery and solid, all at the same time.

I opened my eyes.

I was looking up at a picture-perfect blue sky, the kind that stretched over Miami on a perfect summer's day. There were no clouds in this sky. I sat up suddenly, gripping at the mattress underneath me, realising why there were no clouds in the sky. It was because I was sitting on the clouds.

It all came flooding back to me like a punch to the face. There really had been an apocalypse. There really were demons. James and Jonah were really dead. And Danny…Danny was a sick bastard who deserved to be trapped down on Earth for the rest of his miserable fucking existence.

I placed a hand on my forehead, feeling for the cut one of the cannibals had inflicted me with to see if it was still bleeding. I probed and probed and probed, but I realised that it wasn't there. It had…healed. I looked down at myself, looking for the rest of the abrasions I'd received on Earth.

Instead, all I saw was white. My clothes were entirely white, and repaired too. My tights were white and ladder-free, my camisole white and stainless. The zip on my white shorts was fixed like Danny's assault had never happened. Even my white leather jacket had been repaired. The only thing that was strange was my boots. White was only splattered up them, the tops still black. What, had they ran out of whiteness for me?

I gingerly climbed to my feet, still waiting for that fiery pain when I put my weight down on my sprained ankle, but it never came. Even that was fixed. I held my hands out in front of me, and the nails were rounded out, the skin around the beds smooth and new. Even my hair was clean and silky when I ran my hand through it. I truly was a new woman.

I stepped forward, then I took another step, and another, walking through the thick shroud of white mist in front of me. A gate gradually emerged in the haze, big and tall and golden. And clichéd. I approached it frowning, unsure really where to go from here. Was I supposed to knock? Wait for the gates to open? Locate the reception desk?

I stood there in front of the gates, dithering for a good few minutes. Then I decided to just take the initiative: I reached out and pushed the gate open. It didn't take much force; once I pressed even mildly on the gates, they just swung open by themselves.

I took a couple of steps inside, craning my head around to see if I could catch sight of anything other than the thick smog I was standing in. Then I realised something. I could hear…music?

"What the fuck?" I muttered, trying to squint through the mist and seeing absolutely jack shit. "HELLO?!" I shouted.

"Kenzie?" I heard a voice calling me, though it was hazy, and I couldn't completely recognize it. All I could hear was that it was deep and male, with a vaguely throaty quality to it. "Kenzie? Is that you?"

"Um, I want to say yes, but I can't actually see whoever you are!" I called in the direction of the voice.

"Kenzie! It's me!" The voice was closer, and I saw a person-shaped shadow moving through the fog towards me. Oh my actual God! I suddenly knew why I recognized the voice! Oh my God, it had been so long…!

"Dave!" I cried, beginning to run towards the shadow. "Dave!"

"Kenzie!" he shouted again, and I saw the shadow start to run too. We met in the middle, taking hold of each other by the shoulders, just looking at each other like we couldn't even comprehend that the other one was actually there. He looked just like he always had, decked out in white jeans and a white t-shirt.

"Is it really you?" I breathed, hardly daring to believe my eyes. I removed one of my hands from his shoulder and placed it over his face, pressing around like I was kneading bread.

Dave laughed and kissed my palm. I could feel him grinning. "Yeah, it's really me, Kenz."

"No!" I shouted, horrified, stumbling away from him. "Please, babe, do not call me 'Kenz' ever again!" Just the mere thought of anything that would remind me of Danny McBride made me feel sick. I could still hear his voice as he'd tried to rape me.

Don't be selfish, Kenz. You gave it up for Jay, now it's my turn.

"Woah, Mack! What's wrong?" Dave asked anxiously. A golden halo was positioned above his brown wavy hair, glinting in the sunlight. He was an angel. And I wasn't just being all sappy with a pet name, he was genuinely an angel. Did that mean…?

I reached up above my head, and sure enough, my hand came into contact with a smooth, metallic object. It was icy but hot at the exact same time. I couldn't describe it, but it felt incredible.

"Some, um, fucked up shit went down on Earth," I explained, dropping my hand to brush my hair out of my eyes. "Wait. Surely you saw what it was like down there? How long did it take for you to be Raptured?"

"I wasn't left behind for long," he replied. "We were about to start filming again when all the earthquakes hit. One of the producers had brought their kid on set, and she was trapped in a trailer that had been knocked over. I busted open one of the windows to get her out. A tree nearly fell on her but I pushed her out of the way. That was when those weird blue lights came down."

"Well, it's nice for some." I couldn't stop myself from sounding snappish. "I've been trapped down there in your brother's house for almost two weeks! I've almost lost my mind!"

"Fuck. Yeah, of course. You were at James' party," Dave said. "Where is he? Is he still on Earth?"

Shit. "Dave…I don't know how to tell you this," I said gently, biting my lip uncomfortably. "James is…he's dead, babe."

"What?" Dave spluttered, looking aghast. "What the fuck happened!?"

"Okay, the first thing you gotta know is that things were fucking insane down there!" I said quickly. "Okay? Now me, James, Seth, Jonah, Jay, Craig and Danny had been trapped like rats for fuck knows how long. We basically hated each other by the end! But we chucked Danny out of the house, and he resented that…"

"Kenzie," Dave said urgently. "Please just tell me what happened to James."

I sighed. "Okay. The house burned down, we were out in the open, Danny and his crew of psychopathic cannibals turned up and basically…Dave, Danny ate James."

"Oh my God." Dave looked like he was going to be sick.

"I'm sorry, babe," I said helplessly. "I tried to help him, I really, really did! I ran back, I- I beat the cannibals away. But I was too late. I was just too late."

He didn't cry. That was the first thing I noticed. I didn't know if it was a man thing or what, but Dave just didn't cry. It was like he'd gone into shock or something. I pulled him into a tight hug, putting my arms around his shoulders as he put his around my waist. It only then occurred to me that I was still wearing my four-and-a-half-inch Louboutins; I towered above my boyfriend.

I impatiently kicked off the shoes, letting my feet settle into the odd consistency of the clouds. Oh shit. A realisation hit me. I had to tell Dave about me and Jay. I couldn't let it stew away until it blew up in my face again. But…I'd just told him about James. I couldn't dump this on him now; how heartless would that be?

But at the same time, I'd be hurting him if I kept it from him. I had to tell him. There really was no choice.

"Dave, there's something else I need to tell you," I said hesitantly.

"What is it?" His voice was astoundingly calm, considering his big brother had died.

I inwardly sighed. Time to burst that bubble.

"Right, but I'm begging you," I said, not making eye contact with him. "Just don't start yelling and screaming at me. I totally understand if you end up hating me after this, but just don't shout. Please. I got enough of that when I was trapped down in that hellhole."

"Kenzie, just tell me."

I took a deep breath. "Okay. So, a couple of months ago, when you were away promoting, I had one of my…episodes."

Dave knew exactly what I meant by that: we often referred to the outbursts I had when I was angry/stressed as my 'episodes.' It had started in 2008, after I got so high and wasted because of the stress of my workload that I smashed up my neighbour's car with a brick, resulting in my community service.

Dave and I had only been together for about a month or so, and it was a side to me that he had never seen before. I'd scared him- a lot. So much so that he booked me into therapy, which I undertook for the rest of that year. I didn't want to refer to what had happened as a 'psychotic outburst,' so Dave started to say that I'd had an episode.

I'd had two more episodes since then. One was in 2011, after I discovered that I had miscarried Dave's and my baby at six weeks pregnant. The fallout from that one was so nuclear that I'd ended up flying home to my dad in Amityville, leaving Dave behind in LA for a week.

The other was in 2012, during the filming of 21 Jump Street. It was during a kind of prickly patch in our relationship, and I- totally unreasonably- became convinced that Dave was cheating on me with the actress playing Molly. Irony, right? Obviously, I confronted him about it, despite the fact there was zero evidence to support my paranoia.

The result was a screaming match between the two of us which was so violent that the scene Jonah and Channing were filming had to have 'cut' called because all they could hear was us, and Dave and I didn't speak for two whole days. That was made even more awkward by the fact that on both of those days, Dave and I had a lot of scenes together, including a sex scene.

But this had been my first episode without Dave there to calm me down. He'd even been there in 2012. I'd tried to deal without him, but I just hadn't been able to cope.

"Oh God," was all he said now, because he knew that whatever I was about to tell him would be pretty bad.

"You didn't know, I get that," I said. "But you were out of town on the anniversary of Mom dying, and you know how I get on that day. I was drinking from like, half nine that morning. By eleven, I was totally slaughtered. I was upset, I was angry, and I'd already broken three plates and snapped Nebula's water bowl in half." Nebula was our girl kitten. We had…er, did have four cats in total, and the three boys were named Star-Lord, Parker and Castiel. As you can tell, my fangirl side took over.

"Then in the afternoon, Jay called me," I continued. "He was in LA, and he wanted to surprise me. I…I started crying at him down the phone, and he got all concerned and shit and asked me to go down to the Four Seasons to see him. He didn't know how utterly fucked up I was until he saw me. We went up to his suite, and he was trying to calm me down. But…I don't know, I guess I must have forced him to have some drinks with me, because soon he was almost as wasted as I was, and we…we…"

I wanted Dave to finish my sentence, for him to give some indication that he'd worked it out so I didn't have to say it aloud. But all he did was stand there almost impassively, his hands shoved in his pockets. So I had to say it.

"We slept together."

There was a pause, a pause so long I thought Dave had gone deaf or something that had prevented him from hearing me. "What?" he finally said, and his tone was hard as nails.

"Please don't make me say it again," I whispered.

"You had sex with Jay when I was in New York?"

I nodded once, launching into a rapid, tearful explanation. "I'm so, so sorry, Dave! You can't even begin to imagine just how sorry I am! It was a total, complete mistake! I regretted it as soon as it happened! Both of us did!"

"That didn't stop it from fucking happening!" he shouted at me, and I cowered away from him.

"I know! Okay! I needed someone to hold me and tell me it would be alright! But you weren't there! You weren't there, Dave! And I know that doesn't make it right! Nothing can make this right! But…but…Jesus Christ, I just need you to know how truly sorry I am! I love you so much, Dave, more than I can ever tell you! I hate myself for doing this to you, I have for the last two months! I totally understand if you want to break up now, because I'd want to dump me too, but I just want-"

Dave very effectively cut off my babbling by putting his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him and kissing me. I instantly shut up with a, "mmph!" noise. I closed my eyes and laced my hands together at the back of his neck, leaning into the kiss that carried on for a good forty-five seconds.

"What was that for?" I murmured when we surfaced, neither of us letting go of the other.

"You fucked up," Dave replied. "You really fucked up. I'm pissed that you let that happen, but I still love you, Kenzie, and as far as I'm concerned, what happened on Earth, happened on Earth. Let's just forget about all that shit and start again."

"Really?" I whispered. "How can you still love me after that?"

"Because you're my dream girl," he said with a grin, quoting one of the Funny Or Die videos we'd been in.

"And you're my dream boy," I said, kissing him again. "So. Why don't you show me what the rest of Heaven looks like?"

Well, they certainly missed out this little fact during Religious Studies at school. Heaven was one big motherfucking party! There was music blarin', drinks flowin', people dancin' and weed blazin'. I looked around, but I couldn't see any of the people who had been at James' party and fallen into the hole. Fuck, it looked like they really were chilling with Satan.

"Y'know, I was really expecting more white feathery wings and choirs," I said to Dave as we pushed our way through the crowd hand-in-hand. "A blonde chick with feathered hair twerking to Turn Down For What isn't quite what I was thinking."

"Nothing about this is exactly normal, is it?" Dave asked as we reached a small clearing in the throngs of people, bending down and scooping up a small grey cat. A very familiar cat.

"Oh my God!" I shrieked. "Parker?! Dave, how-?"

"It's Heaven," he reminded me, scratching Parker behind the ear. "You can wish for anything and it's yours. I fucking wished for our cats." I looked down and saw black-and-white Star-Lord and brother and sister gingers Castiel and Nebula slinking around our ankles.

I reached down and scooped up Cas, kissing him on the nose. "We can really wish for anything?"

Dave nodded. "Yup. Anything. Well, I'm pretty sure you can't wish death on someone, but you get the idea."

"Then can I be honest with you?" I asked him.

"Isn't that what keeps relationships healthy?" he quipped, and I kicked him in the shin.

"There's something I want more than anything in the world…" I said. "But if I wish for this…don't freak out? Okay?"

"Um, okay?"

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise. Kenzie, what is it?"

"This." I squeezed my eyes shut, and I wished, begged and prayed. There was a small popping noise at my feet, followed by a puff of smoke. Nebula and Star-Lord got freaked out and ran away, and Castiel and Parker hopped out of mine and Dave's arms and followed them.

A wailing suddenly started up; small, high-pitched and tender. I looked down, crouching as I did so. I looked into the wicker basket at my feet, taking in the sight of my baby son.

"Holy shit," I heard Dave mutter as I reached into the basket and gently took the baby out, clutching him close to me, tucking his little blue blanket around him.

Dave looked at me, then looked at the baby in my arms. "This is what you wished for?"

"I wished for us to be a family," I said quietly, looking at him through my lashes. "Are you mad?"

Dave shook his head. "No." He moved behind me, looking at our son over my shoulder. He reached out and stroked his little nose, and the baby blinked his big brown eyes at his daddy. "He's beautiful."

"Yeah," I said, tenderly kissing the baby's forehead. "Our son. What shall we call him?"

"What do you want to call him?"

I thought for a few moments. Then, as I looked back at Heaven's gates, inspiration struck. "I want to call him Noah."

"Noah?" Dave repeated, grinning. "I like it."

"Yeah…" I said, looking at my son's curious face. "Noah James Franco."

"I'm really starting to think I should have used a different wish!" I said ten minutes later, totally frazzled. Noah just would not stop crying! From the size of him, he wasn't even newborn! He looked about three months old!

"Sing to him?" suggested Dave, looking just as done in as I felt.

"Let him have his first taste of weed," came a deep, sassy voice behind me. "Really loosen him up."

"Craig!" I squealed, turning around as Noah wailed in my arms. "You are here!"

"Yes siree," he said smugly, taking a drag on the joint in his mouth.

I was going to reply, when Noah started crying so hard I thought his head was going to pop, he went so red.

"My God, we should have done this the conventional way!" I said desperately, cradling Noah so his head was resting on my shoulder, gently jiggling him up and down. "At least we'd've had nine months to prepare!"

"Wait," said Craig. "Y'all mean this is your kid?"

"He is," I replied, moving Noah round so he was facing Craig. I did this as gently as I could, because he had finally stopped crying and was beginning to yawn. "Craig, meet Noah Franco."

"What's up, little man?" Craig tapped Noah's tiny, scrunched up fist with his own. Suddenly, an almost deafening shimmering-like sound erupted around us, shaking the ground. Whilst the Heavenites around me didn't react at all, Dave and Craig included, I was totally caught off guard. I let out a scream, and Noah started crying again.

"What the fuck was that?!" I cried, kissing Noah on the forehead and gently, "Shh"ing him a few times as I rocked him.

"Here, I'll take him," offered Dave, so I handed Noah over. "It means someone's been Raptured," he explained as he played peek-a-boo with his son, who was giggling up a storm. Yup, he definitely was not a newborn.

"Really?" I frowned. "They need an announcement for that?"

"Someone has to go and meet the person," Dave said.

"It's our boys," Craig piped up. "Seth and Jay."

"How in the fuck do you know that?!" I exclaimed.

"Because I'm a motherfucking angel," he shot back, grinning. He waved his hands in the direction of the gates. "Y'all coming or what?"

"Damn straight, we are!" I said, also grinning, taking a now-finally-sleeping Noah from Dave's arms and cuddling him close.

The four of us meandered our way through to crowds, soon finding ourselves in the dense shroud of mist Dave and I had reunited in. The gates stood tall and glimmering, and as soon as we approached them, they sprang open.

Jay and Seth were stood right outside them, both wearing dazzling white versions of the clothes they'd been wearing when they were Raptured. They looked dumb-foundedly delighted, neither of them able to drop their expressions of glee.

"Welcome to Heaven, motherfuckers," Craig smirked at them.

"Craig!" they both cried, barrelling over to us, laughing like crazy people. "Mack, Dave!" There was a lot of cheering as we all embroiled in a large group hug.

"Hey, hey!" I warned, placing a hand on Noah's chest, though thank God, he remained asleep. "Watch my son, please, we've only just got him to sleep."

"Son?" Seth and Jay both repeated.

"Yeah," I said. "It's a long story, cannot be bothered to go into all the details right now. But he's called Noah."

"Noah," said Seth, grinning at him.

"Are you all angels?" Jay asked us instead, and he and Seth stared in rapture (see what I did there?) at our halos.

"Yes sir," answered Craig.

"That's so cool, man!" Seth said excitedly. "Congratulations!"

"Oh! Fellas!" Craig pointed above Seth and Jay's heads and clicked, and with a ping, they both had halos too. They spent a few moments pointing and gaping at each others, and trying to see if they could look at their own, finishing up by rubbing their halos together.

"Dude, this is so…what do we do now?!" asked Seth.

"Why don't you step this way?" I suggested dramatically, standing to the side. We led them back to Party Central, making light, easy conversations. I was worried Dave would say something to Jay, and though he was initially a little frosty with him, they were soon talking just as normally as ever.

As soon as we hit the centre of Heaven, the eternal party was in full flow, and the five of us joined in with the dancing, though I had to be very, very careful not to wake Noah.

"Woah!" Seth suddenly exclaimed, clocking Craig's joint. "They got weed in Heaven?"

"You tell me," Craig said mysteriously, and with another ping, an identical joint appeared in Seth's mouth.

"Holy shit!" cheered Seth as Jay made various noises of appreciation. "That's awesome!" He reached up and pressed the joint to his halo, lighting it and taking a drag. "That's insane, man!"

"No, no, no. That's Heaven," corrected Craig. "Anything you could think of is yours."

"How do you think we got our perfectly little family?" I said, turning my head to give Dave a kiss, who grinned at me.

"So, anything?" Seth said.

"Anything," I confirmed. Seth looked like he was thinking really hard about something for a moment, then ping. He was standing on a Segway.

"Holy shit, this is awesome!" he said again, spinning the machine in a circle.

"Segway!" cheered Jay.

"I've always wanted to ride one of these things!" Seth laughed.

"Go ahead, Jay," Craig said. "Make a wish."

"It can be anything you can think of," I said quietly, nuzzling Noah.

"Anything?" Jay thought for a second. Then-

"Everybody."

"Rock your body."

The music cut off completely, aside from one backing track. Everyone gasped, turning in the direction of five men who purposefully strode their way through the crowds of angels.

"What!" exclaimed Craig.

"No. Fucking. Way," said Seth, his Segway disappearing.

"Everybody. Rock your body right."

"This fucking song!" I muttered.

"Is that-" began Dave.

"Backstreet's back, alright!" The tempo really kicked up, and the Backstreet Boys settled in a large opening in the middle of the party.

"Oh my God, we're back again. Brothers, sisters, everybody sing." Everybody broke out in spontaneous dance moves around the group. Even I said "to hell with it" and started to join in.

"Gonna bring you the flavour, show you how. Got a question for you, better answer now, yeah."

"Am I original? (Yeah) Am I the only one? (Yeah) Am I sexual? (Yeah) Am I everything you need? You better rock your body now." Craig, Jay and Seth were really solo-ing it up, break dancing and making it rain. Dave and I started dancing together, and even Noah woke up in the middle of it and started laughing.

"Everybody (Yeah). Rock your body (Yeah)." Suddenly, it was one huge flash mob. Every single angel in Heaven was dancing in synchronized movements. We all knew the dance moves, though how, I can't tell you.
"Everybody, rock your body right Backstreet's back alright, alright."

"Alright. Backstreet's back, ALRIGHT!"

Huge confetti cannons fired off from God knows where, and everyone was dancing and laughing and just generally having an awesome time. I looked at Dave, who had taken Noah from me and was tickling him and kissing him, and I realised something. I hadn't died down on Earth.

I'd been born again in my own little slice of Heaven.

A/N- And it's all over! I want to thank y'all for your support and feedback! This fic has definitely been the most fun to write, even if it did take the smallest amount of time to do so. So please, leave a final review, let me know how you've liked it! Go on my profile, check out the finished Polyvore collection, and hopefully I'll see you soon! I'm currently in the process of rebooting my deleted Kick-Ass story, so hopefully that'll be online soon! Byeee! Xx Gee xX

PS- I found a song that is just perfect for the Mack-and-Dave situation. It's called My Favourite Thing by Tonight Alive, and I think it fits so much that I'm posting the lyrics here. Let me know what you think!

I fall at the thought,
Of us falling apart.
But I swore never to use my head,
Before I use my heart.

And then you'll keep me breathing,
Grant me peace through the night.
My dear, I hope your dreams are sweet as real life.

'Cause this is, my favourite thing by far,
And you define everything I've ever known

But why?
Do you believe in fate?
Do you believe in destiny?
Would you believe me, if I told you,
You, complete me?
Whoaaa.
I don't say this lightly.
Whoaaa,
So don't take this lightly.

This is, my favorite thing by far,
And you define everything I've ever known.
But why, why me?
When you could have had anybody.
Hi, nice to meet you,
Was it nice to meet me too?

Don't tell me the things,
That you think I want to hear.
Just tell me the truth, and the whole truth,
Your thoughts, and your hopes,
And your dreams and your fears.

'Cause I don't have time to waste,
If all that you're looking for is to chase,
Don't make me be just another mistake.
But still it's a chance that I'm willing to take for you,
For you, it's all for you.

This is, my favorite thing by far,
And you definr everything I've ever known.
But why, why me?
When you could have had anybody.
Hi, nice to meet you
Was it nice to meet me

This is, my favorite thing by far,
And you define everything I've ever known.
But why, why me?
When you could have had anybody.
Hi, nice to meet you
Was it nice to meet me too?