JD waved his hand and a glass of appletini materialized in it with a flash of light. "Appletini?" He offered, his pearly whites nearly blinding. He was half-crouched over an arm of the lounge couch.

Perry sent him a dry look from his laying position on said couch. "Déjà-vu." He muttered.

The demon tilted his head in confusion. "Eh?"

"This reminds me of the time when he first met, when you offered us appletinis… which I still don't have any idea what they are." The Irishman snorted, but then a look of dawning crossed his face. "What did you mean, when you said 'JD' stood for something I wouldn't like?"

"Oh, that? I was just screwing with you." JD chirped.

Perry's eye twitched. "What?"

Not realizing the danger he was in, JD continued, "They're actually my initials, John Dorian."

"Then why did you say--?"

"Humans are just way to fun to mindfuck with. I knew that even before I was demonized." The demon's eyes shone with amusement and for the first time in a while, he was nonplussed by Perry's glare. He always seemed to pull out that hidden wisdom and knowledge at the times it irked the redhead most.

"…Little girly ass."

JD's automatic response? "So's your face!"

"My ass is your face?" Perry's eyebrows rose mockingly. "Now that's just a ra-heely interesting concept right there, Sandra, but I'm afraid your gonna have to make-up a comeback that, y'know, actually makes sense."

JD flushed.

Cats hated Elliot Reid.

"GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT THE FRICK OOOOFF!"

Grimacing, the Janitor finally hauled the furred creature off and said quickly, "I'm sorry. I should've never brought you to a petstore for our first date…"

Molly Clock was petrified right about now.

Her heart-- the very same heart she had struggled and strived to keep and let thrive in this quite literally Godforsaken Hell-- was hammering in her chest, so hard that she was certain it would burst and her position would be given away. Adrenaline pumped through her veins and she fought to keep her labored breathing silent.

Just around the corner stood Lucifer himself. He was discussing something with the most likely butt-ugly demon guards that patrolled the dungeon where Dan, Jordan and Ben were being kept prisoner. Apparently, they were to be switched out with other, lesser demons (They assumed the Ones that were being kept captive were weak enough to be guarded by lesser demons. Molly almost let out an uncharacteristic, bitter snort at this realization. Not the wisest decision on Lucifer's part; underestimating them of all demons.) so that they could join the Invasion.

The Invasion of Earth.

Molly shuddered at the thought. How many lives had been taken already? She abruptly decided she didn't want to know.

It was truly rare for guards to be replaced by others. Ever. They were born to be guards and nothing else. Their entire lives, planned out for them at birth. Molly also hated this about Hell-- and would you believe it, once, during her human days (how she missed those days…) she had thought herself to be incapable of hate. Had believe that there was good in everyone.

Rough on the outside but creamy centers on the inside. Like stale, cream-filled donuts, she had also once compared. Bastards on the outside but saints within.

She had been wrong. Terribly, horribly, terrifyingly wrong.

Footsteps sounded. She stiffened.

The footsteps, the four sets of heavy, clumsy thumps belonging to the guards, accompanied by the lighter, but somehow arrogant ones made by the King of Hell, eventually faded off down the hallway.

She let out a long, shaking breath as she sensed no other presence nearby.

She had to hurry. They would return soon.

"You're serious?" Dan asked point blank.

"Never been more serious, Daniel." Molly replied.

"You can get us out?"

Jordan quipped, "Are you deaf, dumb, or both?" Honestly. What reason did they have to doubt Molly Clock of all people-- er, demonesses?

Dan couldn't quite seem to get his head around the idea. "You can get us out?!"

"Yes," Molly hissed urgently. She was being extremely irritable and jumpy, and her eyes were wide with anxiety and fear. "This is the only chance you'll get for… oh, I don't know, another thousand years!" She all but screeched the last part.

Ben winced and Dan shrank back. "No need to get touchy…" Dan whimpered.

Never having had the opportunity like this to do it before, Molly used all her power to melt the chains that held back the Three. She'd been preparing for this moment for such a long time… now, here, actually doing it… it was almost surreal. Oh screw it, everything was surreal when it came to Heaven and Hell.

They hissed and leapt away from the heat, and Jordan stumbled a bit, not entirely used to standing again after so long.

Dan stared down at himself. His face was blank.

"Danny?" Ben inquired, looking more than bit worried at his friend's sudden silence-- and a quiet Daniel Dorian was not a good thing as you probably know.

But then Dan's face broke out into a blinding grin, one that looked identical to his younger brother's. "I told you," he declared, "I told you, Three will become Four again!" His voice reverberated in an almost dramatic way across the dimly-lit dungeon.

Even though he considered not saying anything to lessen the impact of the older Dorian's words, Ben couldn't resist, "Been watching too much Disney again, eh, Danny-boy?"

A/N: Now we're gettin' somewhere, my friends! This just seemed to come to me as I wrote. I'm sorry for taking so long to update. The universe seems determined to give me something to do that doesn't involve fanfiction every second. And it's annoying. This is a bit short, I realize, but I felt I had to update before someone assassinated me for not updating. Review, please?