Part 1! This is based at the point after Crowley as Aziraphale meet up at the park, go to the Ritz, and then get drunk and have the 'dolphin' talk.

Whilst Aziraphale and Crowley went for a meal in the Ritz, their charges were also meeting. Technically, the term for Muriel was Aziraphale's fledgling, but since she had the body of a twenty-something year-old girl, she deemed the term inappropriate, and had in fact deemed it so some time in the 12th Century. Aziraphale had been assigned as her tutor a while before the 'Fall' of some of heaven, and Muriel had been sent down to aid him whilst she learned once he had been given his task on Earth. There had been many occasions between then and the formation of 'The Arrangement' where she had helped him to fight against Crowley and his 'underling', Damian. Yes, the name would appear to be somewhat predictable, but in all truth it had been the demon's fault that the name had been chosen for the antichrist in that film. He may have flirted for a while with the daughter of the writer, and the fact that he had eyes that could change colour with extreme emotions probably didn't help him. Either way, Muriel and Damian had fought each other until 'The Arrangement' and a while afterwards too. After all, the agreement had been between their respective tutors, and not themselves. Still, they eventually stopped trying to repeatedly wipe out each other after an incident, which is referred to simply as 'The Incident', which happened around 1098.

Anyway, this isn't what they were discussing. In fact, at that moment in time they had been discussing the pros and cons of fairy tales. It was, so far, mostly cons. Muriel sighed as Damian once again managed to scrape up something poor to say about them. "I mean, is this really what we want children to grow up with? This silly, unrealistic idea of 'happily ever after'? How is that fair? It's like... like..." Damian scrounged for an example for a pause. Unable to find a decent comparison, he finished rather poorly with "...like telling them something that isn't true, is what it's like." Nodding to himself, he glanced over at his counterpart.

Muriel blinked, head tilting to one side in thought. Well, he had a point there, sadly. But then... "If you look back at it, actually, the original fairy tales were fairly gruesome. In fact, in one of the tales the two ugly stepsisters had their eyes gouged out by birds. I think the stories were more to teach children morals than to appear real." She replied, sipping daintily at her tea.

Damian opened his mouth to respond, but was unable to find a decent response. Shutting his mouth again, he huffed in annoyance. Typical angel, always finding a hint of logic in any argument... He was about to respond when he heard the distinctive sound of his television fizzling. Realising what was happening, he turned to Muriel again. "Kitchen – now!" Nodding, she moved and ducked behind the counter, just in time.

The television fizzled once more before it went blank, and a voice rang out ominously. -HELLO DAMIAN.-The demon swallowed nervously, before clearing his throat.

"Um... hi, there. To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked in a confident tone that he only just managed to fake.

The voice responded after a pause. -THERE IS NO PLEASURE IN THE WORKS OF HELL, DAMIAN. BUT THERE IS A REASON FOR CELEBRATION.–

Damian blinked. "And what might that reason be?" he asked cautiously.

-THE REASON-, the voice returned, -IS SIMPLE. IT IS THE START OF THE END, THE FIRST DAY LEADING TO THE END OF DAYS. THE ANTICHRIST HAS ARRIVED.-

Damian blinked again, wondering if he'd heard correctly. He heard a stifled gasp from the kitchen, and it confirmed his fears that he had, in fact, heard exactly what they had said clearly. 'Ohshitohshitohshit...'

"...Um, yay! That's wonderful news. The End of Days. Lovely. Wonderful, even. So, I'll just get back to-"

He was cut off as the voice came again. -WAS THAT A GASP FROM THE KITCHEN?– 'Shit...' -WHO IS THERE WITH YOU?–

Thinking fast, Damian offered the best smirk he could, and replied, "Oh, that? Uni student I've tempted. She's drunk, so she won't remember this... In fact, you kinda disturbed us, if you catch my drift..." 'Please don't smite me, please, please don't smite me...' He thought desperately about the 'Uni student' as he span his lie.

They seemed to buy it, if the creepy laughter was anything to go by. –THEN I HOPE WE HAVEN'T CRAMPED YOUR STYLE TOO MUCH, DAMIAN. GOOD LUCK.–The voice responded before the television fizzled again and the evening news came on. Sensing Damian's disgust, it hurriedly changed over to Doctor Who instead. Like the plants in his tutor's apartment, the technology in Damian's worked with him without fuss. Or rather, he threatened them with being left in the rain and then crushed, and they did what they were expected to do without fuss.

Hearing a small clatter from the kitchen, he looked over in time to catch Muriel's unimpressed gaze. "Haven't 'cramped your style', have they?" She asked coolly. Damian winced as if she had just threatened him with holy water.

"Come on, now, feathers, don't get upset with me. I kept you hidden, didn't I? Down Below doesn't know that you were here... Isn't that better?" He asked hopefully. After a while, Muriel sighed and stretched, before walking over to sit on the edge of the sofa.

"So... The antichrist, huh? Should we contact Zira and Crowley? I think they'd better know..." She trailed off as Damian's phone began to ring. Picking it up uncertainly, Damian put his ear to it.

"Hello?" He asked. After a minute, he nodded to himself, humming. Glancing over at Muriel, he mouthed 'It's the others'. She nodded in understanding and listened to one half of a phone conversation.

"Right... Yes, we know... Yep, you can tell Aziraphale that she's here too, we both know about it... What's he talking about? ... Dolphins? What on... Oh. Right. Yes, well, they contacted me, so... yep. Have fun... yes, while we can, I know... Alright... bye. Bye."
He finished, putting the phone down again and going to sit on the back of the sofa.

"...Dolphins?" Muriel asked in confusion. Damian shrugged. "They're both pretty much legless. Something about dolphins and whales and kraken and brains..." he replied in confusion. Muriel nodded. "Yes, kraken. Flaming big fish thing that's meant to rise in the final days, apparently."

"Really?"

"Human fact. Big fish, nasty bugger. End of Days, it makes an appearance. I'm too sober for thisconversation." Muriel muttered, going over to the fridge in order to pull out a lager for Damian and a pear cider for herself. She'd taken quite a liking to pear cider...

Passing the lager to her enemy-turned-friend, they clinked bottles and started to attempt reaching their tutors' state of inebriation.

Two hours later, they reached it.

So... Thoughts? I really want to know what people think, please! And also, any suggestions? Or any queries of random things you want included? For example, what colours do Damians eyes go for emotions, or what their flats/apartments look like, or interests and/or hobbies of theirs? Maybe some ideas that they came up with (because I have one or two set out)? Anything like that, please let me know!

Also, can anyone guess where the Incident may have taken place? Anyone who can gets cyber cookies! :)