"What, you're not going to greet me, Jonathon? How disrespectful." The newcomer's voice was laced with a smugness that filled everyone in the room with a profound disgust.

"You don't deserve my respect, Lucifer." JD said darkly. Elliot flinched at the name while Carla and Turk stilled. "Not after what you did."

Lucifer's smirk was something to make violent shivers go down your spine, "I've done a lot of things to you, Jonathon. Which one do you mean?" The King of Hell's blue-gray eyes glittered with selfish amusement.

"All of them."

Lucifer gave a mock-serious nod, "I see."

"Excuse me," Elliot's meek squeak entered their ears, "but are you telling me that the Devil is right on the doorstep like some fricking milkman?!"

JD shook his head, "He's not actually here. This is just an apparition." His gaze didn't stray from Lucifer for a second.

Obviously not quite sane at the moment, Elliot rolled her eyes, "And that's so much better."

Thankfully, Lucifer decided to ignore her comment and go straight to business. "You must be wondering why I'm here." His silver hair shone though there was no light to create highlights. One of the many-- more than most people would expect-- perks of being supernatural.

"No really?" JD hissed sarcastically. His body was rigid and tense.

Lucifer's lips twitched, "I'm going to ignore that, considering how unsuccessful I've been the past few thousand years to get you to shut your fucking mouth." Aggravation radiated from him at JD's smart-assed retorts. Turk could only stare. He'd never seen JD so… angry. Not since the fight at the cathedral. It was certainly a sight to see.

Carla glanced at Elliot, who didn't look back, silently praying to a God she still wasn't quite sure existed that maybe they would formulate some plan without even speaking out loud to each other, like in the movies. She was aware of how unrealistic that sounded, but was too desperate to care.

"Well, that doesn't surprise me." JD hissed again, his eyes beginning to get that particular glow about them like the last time, "You've always failed at life in general."

"What?" Lucifer growled through bared, grit teeth. Elliot winced when she saw his canines were even more pointed than JD's.

"What?" JD mocked. "In the butt?"

Pure, red-hot rage at these words spilled from Lucifer and over them, and even Turk shrunk back slightly in reaction to it. Air from an unknown source began to blow Lucifer's silver ponytail (What self-respecting man-- demon wears their hair in a ponytail anymore, anyway?! JD thought balefully) around wildly, his gray-blue eyes shifting to blood-red in a heartbeat. "This time, boy," he rasped, "I will make you respect me."

"Make. Me." Any other time, Turk would have said that people who articulated their words so clearly were badass, but he felt too fearful for JD to try. He wished he had his gun, but it was hidden way in his bedroom. If he had it with him, you could be damn sure he'd have blown Lucifer all the way back to Hell already--

Lucifer, or at least his apparition, lunged. JD hesitated for half a second, and moved forward as well, only to lurch back.

A huge blast sent Lucifer stumbling. It wasn't a gun, it was a bright yellow light; one that made the Demon King grimace in pain and fall to his knees.

A wide, relieved smile slowly spread over JD's face. "Laverne!" He called as figures appeared in the doorway. "Dr. Cox! …Glenn?"

The Janitor raised something looking like a combination of a knife and a wrench warningly, "It's 'The Janitor.' You'd do well to remember that."

Perry snorted and rolled his eyes. JD raised a slender black eyebrow. "Okay…"

"Laverne!" Carla exclaimed, bouncing up to the angel, "What are you doing here?" Even if they'd only met once before, Carla had still taken to the woman instantly. It's like they were great friends in an alternate universe or something…

"Heard you needed help, Sweetie." Laverne answered with a warm, knowing smile.

"Didn't know what the hell was going on 'til Laverne told us." Perry grunted, moving to stand beside JD, discreetly-but-not-so-discreetly checking to see if he was alright.

Turk pointed to Lucifer still on the ground, clutching his sides in pain, "What about him?"

Laverne smirked, "He's not getting up anytime soon, Honeycakes. In fact, this apparition should be dematerializing any second now…" Expectantly, she trained her dark gaze on the silver-haired Demon King.

As if one cue, Lucifer's form began to fade away, until it was nothing. There was no trace of his scent left that even Perry could find. JD let out a loud sigh of immense relief. He'd never been happier to see an angel in his entire life… afterlife… what-the-hell-ever.

"What did you do?" Elliot squeaked again and Perry glowered at her, making her draw back slightly. He hated her voice when it went all banshee and everyone knew it; as he made sure to make it per-fe-hectly clear at least once while in her presence.

"Oh, nothing," Laverne said slyly, "just used a bit of heavenly power to blow his ass away."

JD let out an uncharacteristic snort, one that reminded them all surprisingly of Perry, "That much is obvious, 'Verne."

Laverne's brows shot up into her hairline, "A nickname already, Q-Tip?" She inquired.

"Well duh, you gave me one."

"True."

"Can we get on with this already?" The Janitor asked impatiently, tapping the ground with his booted foot.

JD looked at him and studied him curiously for the first time, "So you actually got Gle-- the Janitor to join us, huh?" He asked Perry softly.

Perry huffed, "I said I would, didn't I?" the usual scathing tone to his voice was lacking.

JD turned his head and gave the redhead a dazzling white smile that made Perry's breath hitch, "Yeah. Yeah you did. Thank you." It was the most sincere thanks Perry ever remembered being given…

"Guys?" Carla interrupted their moment smugly, "We're kinda in the middle of something here. You know, unless you guys want to have a snogging fest right in front of us. I mean, really, it's written all over your faces."

JD spluttered unintelligently, flushing deeply and Perry yelped, "Carla! What the heeeeell kind of crap goes on in your disturbed mind?!" The Irishman did his best to ignore his pinking ears.

"Only what's going through yours." Carla retorted and Elliot snorted with laughter. Turk was in the midst of covering his ears with his hands and going, "Lalalalalala, NOT HEARING THIS." The Janitor was watching Elliot laugh interestedly with an odd expression.

Now it was Perry's turn to sputter.

A/N: Hopefully that was good enough for a comic relief at the end… xD Review?