AN: So... um... Don't kill me for putting this guy in Andy fans... but you'll love me because I tell you what Ava now has to go through for all eternity down in the Fields of Punishment. And lots of random fluff people. Be warned.

"Iridescent" ~Linkin Park
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you've known.
Remember all the sadness and frustration.
And let it go.
Let it go.

A Day Later:
"Leslie! Dylan, get your booties out of bed!" Shelby yelled at the twins before slapping Leslie's ass. Leslie made a sound like a moan and a growl before taking the red pillow that was covering her head with and blindly hit Shelby with it. She then put it back over her purple and gold 'Farmers' beanie, before Shelby sighed and picked up Lucifer, who made the same noise as his mother before falling asleep in the crook of Shelby's neck. "You'll be just like your mother. Your poor dad, and brother. Have to deal with your mom and you, and whatever other children turn out like your mom." She walked downstairs with Lucifer in her arms then laid down on the couch with Lucifer on her stomach. Shelby turned on the TV as Jacob walked into the room.
"They still passed out?" Jake asked his girlfriend. She nodded. "Hard to believe in a month, that's gonna be my son or daughter." Shelby smiled at him as she heard Leslie stumble her way down the stairs. "Morning Beauty Queen," Jacob laughed.
Leslie scowled at him and mumbled something about her 'showing you Beauty Queen' annoyed with her old nickname. She walked into the kitchen and dug through the fridge, grabbing two sodas then slamming the door shut. "Why am I up so early?" She growled.
"It's 12:45 p.m.," Shelby told her.
"It's still morning," Leslie groaned. Dylan slid down the banister and landed on his face. He jumped back up before taking a soda from his sister.
"Going through old movies," Jacob explained. "Nathan should be over soon." The Monroes nodded and headed back upstairs to get clothes and Bones.
The group was across the living room, Leslie on the couch, Bones passed out on the floor, Lucifer sleeping on Jacob's stomach, Nathanirel and Shelby on the other end of the couch and Dylan in a recliner. Nathaniel had put in a DVD and started to fast foreward through it, looking for something interesting.
"You remeber this Spidermoneky?" Nate laughed as he pressed play.

The group was 15, made up of 5 kids: 4 boys, 1 girl. Leslie, Cole, Shiloh, Jacob, and Nathaniel. They were hiking through the dense woods, dispite the heavy rain. "Really Shiloh? Why are you recording us walking?" The blond with longer hair, Cole, asked the brown haired boy behind the camera. Leslie ran ahead of the group and jumped at a large tree, her feet met the mossy bark about eight feet up before pushing off it with her left foor and preforming a backflip, landing six feet away from the tree, without stubling.
"That's why Cole," Shiloh told him matter-of-factly from behind the camera. The dirty blond, Nathaniel, tried to repeat what Leslie had done, but landed on his ass, hitting his head against the roots of the tree.
"Ok, how can the cripple do that while a guy who's perfectly healthy lands on his ass?" Jacob, the lighter brown haired boy, asked as Leslie helped Nathan up.
"Everyone knows that Hades' children are ninjas," Leslie replied as the rest of the group caught up. They were only a few feet from their desination, which was an obstical course that would put 'American Ninja Warrior', hell even Saskue, to shame.
Leslie jumped up onto the Spider Walk, finishing it in two seconds flat, before moving onto the Samon Ladder, which took her three tries to get past the first level. The cargo netting was easy for her; she stormed beneith it before swinging to the next cargo net.

Dylan grabbed the remote from Nathaniel and paused it. "Ok I've seen enough of my sister showing me up," He complained, then started to look for something interesting, since it was the first time he had seen any of these videos.
"Your just jealous," Leslie teased him, dodging a pillow that came out of no where. He them proceeded to start playing a clip.

How the camera was still running was a merical, with how bad the storm was. Cole wrapped himself and Leslie in the hoodie that was big enough to fit both of the skinny wolves. Leslie leaned against the shorter demigod, her black hair plastered to her head, the rain mixing with tears. It had been seven years since the night Dylan had died. She hadn't cried about it until now, in the middle of a field, with only her hellhound and Cole as witnesses. "It's ok Les," Cole told her in a hushed voice, barely hearable with the storm raging above them.
"It's all my fault," She sobbed into his collorbone. Cole put his arms around the girl, pulling her onto his lap awkwardly, still having the Fox hoodie wrapped around her. "If I hadn't taken that job, if I had just watched to make sure, he'd still be here."
Cole rubbed her back as she started to shake against him. "No it's not Les, you couldn't have known about that thing, or that Dylan was going to be killed," He told her, his voice calming her burt nerves. Leslie pulled her head out of the crook of his neck, her eyes red and puffy from crying for so long. Her shocking blue eyes studied his face before she leaned in and kissed him, moving so she was stratling his legs. His tongue found it's way into her mouth as she pushed him down onto the ground, he intentions clear as day.
Cole ripped her tanktop off, and then worked on getting her out of her jeans, the two still conected at the mouth. She expeditiously unbuttoned his jeans his erection pressing against his boxers as she slid his pants off.

"Ack! I don't need to see that!" Dylan complained before tossing the remote to Jacob, then tried to claw his eyes out in horror.
Jacob fast forewarded before he (and about everyone else in the room) saw mental images that would scar them all for life. "Ok, now that the scarring images are over, stupidest joke ever."

Leslie was cracking up in the school parking lot. "What Les?" Jacob asked as he walked up, camera in hand. She was rolling on the ground near his Dodge Ram, even red-er with laughter. "What did you do?"
Leslie finally managed to calm down enough to point at a sports car that looked totally outta place in the small town parking lot. "Oh my Hades, you'll love what I did to his license plates," she told him, near breathless as she manifested a dark chocolate bar.
"Why do I have the feeling I'm going to regret this?" Jacob asked his ex.
"You know how Andy's plates are 'R U OB1'?" The black haired demigod asked him around the chocolate bar. Jacob nodded slowly. "Well I changed this douche bags plates to 'DOUCHEE1'."
Jacob shook his head and sighed. "Only you Leslie."

"What? That was funny!" Leslie told Jacob before taking the remote from him and fastforwarded the DVD. "Not so funny when it's you is it Jakey?" She asked then pressed play.

Jacob, Leslie, and Cole were 12, sitting on the dock on Leslie's cousin's lake. "So your dad is Hades?" Cole asked again, Jacob was recording this for no reason, but then again they recored stuff for no good reason all the time.
"In the fleash, well, blood I guess," Leslie told the blond who was in black trunks. She ajusted her black bikini top before looking at Jacob. "Anything witty to say Jacob,"
"So bascially your the living dead," Jacob asked her. She huffed, blowing her long black and blue bangs out of her face. Leslie grabbed the camera then used her free hand to shove him into the lake.

Jacob glared at her. "Shut up Beauty Queen."
Nathaniel got up and switched out the DVD for another. He sat down next to Leslie and took the remote. "Which on is this?" She asked him quietly.
The sorrow filled his voice as he whispered back, "Night before graduation." Leslie nodded in understanding as she pressed play.

"Last night as Farmers!" Dylan cheered holding up a bottle of Jack. They were all crammed into Cole's small living room. Leslie was sprawled across the tattered recliner that Nathaniel was sitting on, her red legs hanging less than 6 inches above the ground. Jacob already had half a bottle of Walker down and was attempting to play hackie-sack. Shiloh got up from his place on the couch and joined Jacob, both of them downing alcohol until they started to suck (worse then they already had) at the game. Leslie rolled off her boyfriend's lap and joined Cole infront of the TV, taking a controller for his XBOX 360. They started to play each other on Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare. Jacob, Dylan, Shiloh, and Nathaniel all started to place bets on who would win. Jacob and Shiloh betting on Leslie and Dylan and Nathaniel betting on Cole.
Two hours later Nathaniel and Dylan were pulling money out of their pockets and giving it to Jake and Shiloh. "Here Cole," Leslie told the child of Hermes next to her, while giving him $50. "Thought I'd pay off that debt."
"So what are you guys gonna do after graduation?" Dylan asked the group.
"Stay back before collage," Jacob, Cole, Shiloh, and Nathaniel told him.
"Out to South Dakota, get a hunt," Leslie said from the couch. "Help Sam and Gabriel with the twins maybe." The group nodded in understanding before returning to drinking.
Around 4 in the morning right before the camera died, they were all spawled on the floor asleep, limbs tangled. Leslie's left leg was being used as a pillow by Cole, while the other leg rested on his neck. Leslie's head was laying on Jacob's back, while his legs were entwined with Shiloh's who was using the small of Leslie's back as a pillow. Dylan's's head was propped on Cole's sholderblades. They were at peace for a while, the last time they would be together, all alive.

The video stopped and they all were silent. "I miss those boys," Leslie whispered quietly. Everyone nodded quietly in response. "I'm gonna take a walk, see the town before we leave." She got up and walked out the door, tears escaping and rolling down her face.

She found herself by the old high school, sucking down a Coke when she finally saw someone. Leslie could tell it was Joey Wilson, a black haired, green eyed, daughter of Hermes. Cole's half sister. "Hey Leslie!" She yelled before rushing over to give her cousin a wolf hug. "I'm sorry to hear about Shiloh and Cole, Cole may have been my half brother but you were more of his sister than I ever was," Joey told her.
"Hey Joe," Leslie told her brokenly. The guy she had been with had finally got over to the two demigods. Joey's arm wrapped around his waist.
Leslie stared at the black haired girl with her arm around a guy who looked too much like her boyfriend, Andy. She knew about Ansem, but he was dead. "Joey, you do know who that is, right?" Leslie asked the child of Hermes.
Joey nodded, "Yeah, I do Leslie, and I know he should be dead. But your dad owes me for getting some souls. He still does, no clue why he brought Ansem back. And I know what else you're gonna say. He's changed, I swear on my uncle's ashes, he really has, Leslie. So please don't try and kill him, please." The look in her green eyes was pleding as she stared at her dad's cousin.
Leslie sighed, "I won't. But Ansem, if you pull one stunt, one thing that I know you desurve to die, I will not hesitate to send you back downstairs. And I'll make you get the same punishment the bitch that killed your brother got, listening to Justin Bebier, Miley Cryus, and the song 'Friday' for eternity."
"I know Leslie, wouldn't expect anything less from you," Andy's brother told his sister-in-law. "And I heard I had nephews."
"I don't know if you can see them. I'd have to talk to Andy," Leslie told him, her black and blue bangs hanging in her face. "So, I doubt it." Ansem nodded sorrowly as they walked away, towards the Pizza Place. Great, another Gallager.

Leslie was half asleep in the passanger's seat. They were about 50 minutes outside of Sioux Falls when Leslie's phone went off. It was Sam. "Yeah?" She asked drowsy, her eyes half closed.
"There's a guy here looking for you and Dylan," Sam told her. Leslie sat up quickly, at full attention. "You guys should get here as soon as possible." The line went dead.
"Get to Sam's now," Leslie growled at her brother. Dylan's foot pressed down on the gas pettel, pushing the car as fast as he could. They were still pretty far away, even with how fast they were going.

When they finally reached Sam and Gabriel's place there was a black '09 Dodge Viper sitting in the driveway. Leslie was the first to know who it was. "Bones," She said outloud. Dylan killed the engine and helped his sister take the twins, Cole and Shiloh's boy into the house.
"Hey, Sam, we're here!" Leslie yelled through the house. From their right a tall, red, black haired man stepped into view. "Hey Bones, wanna meet your nephews?" She asked her older half brother.
Bones smiled, his bright yellow eyes sparkling as he gave both of his siblings a one armed hug, trying not to squish the four boys. "Hey you two. Long time since I've seen you two. I'm sorry to hear about Cole and Shiloh. So who do the brats belong to?" Bones looked at Dylan expectivly.
"Lucifer and Bones are mine, Lucifer's the one on my back, and Bones is the one in Dylan's left arm, the blond's Cole's and the burnette's Shiloh's, I'm their godmother," Leslie told him.
"Arg, Bones call your spawns off!" Gabriel yelled from the living room. Dylan and Leslie identically raised an eyebrow at their black haired brother.
Bones gave them a sly smile before explaining, "Yeah, me and Rihonna, you know Cole's half sister, we kinda... well, go in the living room and see for yourselves." The twins walked into the living room and saw Gabriel being attacked by two 6 year old boys with black hair and really pale skin. They also had fluffy, black, wolf tails, yes wolf tails, proturding from their jeans. There was a 5 year old with tan skin and nealry white-blond hair sitting on the floor watching the assult. Then sitting by Sam were kids not much younger than Lucifer and Bones. Two had black hair and russet skin, Leslie and Dylan could see Bones piercing yellow eyes on both boys, and asleep on Sam's left was a small pale child, his mother's pale blond hair in a small patch on his head. Lucifer stumbled his way over and helped his cousins on their onsaughter of the archangel.

And in a burst of light that blinded every angel
As if the sky had blown the heavens into stars
You felt the gravity of tempered grace
Falling into empty space.
No one there to catch you in their arms.