When he woke the next morning, that warm weight upon his chest that he had fallen asleep to was missing, it took him a few moments to come to the full conclusion as to what that meant and when he finally did he sat up fast, blankets pooling around his waist.

"Sandalphon?"

Ice blue eyes looked around for the little boy. Concern built within him when he didn't first spot the child, and then there was movement and he was drawn straight to it, there in the far corner, hiding behind his cloak as best as he could was his new little buddy.

"Sandy what are you doing over there?"

Lucifer threw the blankets aside and stepped out of bed, slowly lowering himself to his knees, sighing as the little boy whimpered at him. He should have known this wasn't going to be so simple. The fledglings had seen some horrible things, been through some terrible times, more then they had in thousands of years.

"Boom?"

"Boom? What's boom?"

As if on cue there was a beat of thunder, Lucifer tilted his head slightly, watching as Sandalphin whined and curled up even more.

"Are you scared of the thunder?"

He nodded and curled in tighter as if that was still possible at this point. Lucifer sighed deeply and scrubbed a hand down his face.

"What scares you about the thunder?"

Small sniffles, "Loud and fightin and bad!"

Gabriel had once told them that their constant fighting sounded like a crashing storm, their two opposing graces clashing together in the most dangerous way possible, the loudest way possible. Well now he felt bad.

"Little one, do you think that the thunder means that someone is fighting?"

Nod.

"Oh little Sandy, come here, I promise that there is no fighting. Not anymore. Never again."

Sandalphon sniffled again and looked up at him, wiping at his little eyes, "Really?"

"I promised didn't I? No more, that's just your brother Ramiel being a little pest."

He held his hands out kindly waiting and watching as the little angel examined him for signs of trickery and when he spotted none he crawled forward into those awaiting arms. Lucifer scooped him up and hugged him close for just a moment. Sandalphon curled around him and he stood, arm under his bottom, and he poked at his little belly until he giggled.

"Theres that sweet giggle from last night. How about we go get some breakfast? I think Mike was going to make pancakes."

Sandalphon nodded, "Cakes!"

Lucifer chuckled bouncing him on his arm playfully, "Well then lets get a move on before Gabe eats them all!"

It wasn't often that Michael threw on the chefs hat and prepared meals, something of which he had once done with a passion, but thing were most certainly changing and for the better. Lucifer threw on a top and a top onto his new little buddy and they both made their way down the hall to the kitchen.

Gabriel and Raphael were already there, one devouring a plate of hot cakes and the other a steaming cup of an ambrosia and coffee mix. Michael's humming to himself behind the counter, back relaxed and it takes a moment to realize that he's swaying side to side to whatever tune has captured his thoughts.

"Looking good Mike, purple is such a good color on you!"

His brother never turns around to look at his grinning face but a spatula is pointed back at him in playful warning, "If you didn't have that fledgling on your arm."

Lucifer sticks his tongue out and Sandalphn giggles at it when Michael turns to grab the syrup when Gabriel noticeably reaches for it, "And thats enough syrup for you little brother."

At the mention of the fledgling they turn to greet him, Sandalphon ducks into the archangel's shoulder at the attentions, and they smile at it. Raphael huffs when another small angel appears in his lap and he adjusts himself accordingly to accomodate the fledgling. Lucifer takes the empty seat beside the Healer and reaches over to bump him playfully with his elbow.

"And you, thunder boy, calm it down a notch."

Ramiel giggled and nodded, reaching for his own guardians steaming up, Raphael doesn't look up from the file he's reading and notating but lifts the mug out of the little ones reach. They repeat this at least another three times before Michael turns and deposits a sippy cup in front of the long haired fledgling. Ramiel is taken by its appearance and goes for it instead of Raphael's coffee ambrosia.

"And for him. He grace is much too weak. I want him to drink more ambrosia, at least three cups a day until said otherwise."

Sandalphon shrunk into Lucifer's chest as a sippy cup was placed in front of him, Michael made a face at his lack of taking it up and touched a finger to it, "I was never a fan of cold ambrosia either."

Lucifer lifted the sippy cup up and held it to the little ones lips, "Here try it, I promise you'll like it."

The little angel took it tentatively and took a sip his face lightened up and they chuckled softly as he drank it up happily, a seeming endless cup full.

"And for you little brother, need to fatten you up too."

Gabriel and Raphael snorted at his afronted look but he took to the plate set infront of him like Sandalphon had taken to his warm ambrosia, in fact, he gave a soft giggle at Michael's playful glare. The Morningstar smiled and held up a fork of hotcake, he took to that just as fast as he'd taken to his sweet drink.

Ambrosia had once been a staple, the fledglings drank it to strengthen their weak but growing graces and the warriors that came in after battle to heal again, but then the war happened. Ambrosia had been taken from the public and only given to the extremely injured and the well off in the class system.

Sandalphon had not been either of those two types.

He'd only ever had it once, as far as he can remember, and he loved it. It as his new favorite thing.

That and hotcakes.

Those were yummy too.

"So, brothers, little ones, what is the plan for today?"

Gabriel pushed aside the plate of fruits passed to him and leaned forward onto his elbows, "Well my tower needs to be cleaned out and apparently theres a whole flock of new messenger fledglings that need taught to do what we messengers do best,fly."

Raphael hummed, "I need to go through the ranks and refile my notes."

The little one giggled as he finally got a sip from the distracted Healers mug, "And perhaps show this little bug what happens to fledglings who do things they are not supposed to do, like drink from my mug."

Ramiel giggled and kissed his nose cutely.

"You are lucky I am fond of you."

Lucifer finished off his last bite and rubbed a hand down the back of his content fledgling's back smiling when he looked up around his red sippy cup, and poked his little nose playfully.

"I need to see whats left of my choirs and start to rebuild."

"And what of the little one? Do you intend to take him with you?"

Sandalphon watched him with wide violet eyes waiting to see what his plans were regarding him this afternoon, to see if he planned on backing out of his promise.

"Yes, I think it would do them all some good, for him to get back out there and the others to see he is alright."

He poked his little nose again, "And you can bring your cuppy too."

Michael smiled at the little one and brushed a knuckle against his chin, "I will see you all at lunch."

Raphael and Gabriel laughed when Michael through a towel at Lucifer's retreating back as the blonde made a comment about Mother Michael looking good in an aprin.

Lucifer looked down at the feeling of little fingers grasping at his leg, and he smiled setting a hand on the wild blonde curls, caressing the back of his head fondly, "You're alright. I'll be right here."

Sandalphon nodded around his sippy cup, he had yet to put it down, though Lucifer had replaced the Ambrosia with juice some time ago. Ambrosia was good for the fledglings growing grace but too much was still harmful even for them.

He gave a little nod and latched onto his robes instead.

"Shall we?"

He waited until he gained another nod to move forward, taking the little hand in his own, they stepped forward together into the abyss that was the Choirs temples.