Hello again! Firstly, thank you to Voldy's pink teddy for the first lovely review! I dedicate this chapter to you for that! Yes, I will dedicate chapters to people. Anyway, this is the morning after the first chapter, and Muriel and Damian have both been informed of the plan. So... enjoy!

Muriel sat on the swing in the park – undisturbed by children, as it was 11:30 in the morning on a Wednesday – and thought. She also swung a bit, but that's to be expected. She'd just heard Aziraphale and Crowley's idea of how to try and change things, but she wasn't too sure about it. After all, what were the chances of it working? Was it really wise to trust an idea made up hastily overnight? Then again, it washer tutor and his counterpart. She was a being that was supposed to trust implicitly, and to believe in the best.

Her train of thought was promptly hijacked and derailed by the telltale thud that meant somebody had tried to sit on the next swing, and had missed. Badly. Looking down, she saw a familiar pair of sunglasses. Technically, Damian didn't need to wear them like his tutor – his eyes were usually dark brown, and only changed in severe emotions. Then again, Damian wasn't known for having the best of tempers, so it was probably for the best.

"Are you alright, darling? You don't exactly look comfortable down there." She asked in concern, gracefully jumping from her own swing and helping the demon up. He muttered, desperately fighting to stop his cheeks from flaming red in embarrassment.

Instead, he pretended to be annoyed. "I'm fine, feathers; don't get all 'mother-henny' on me. And don't call me darling! What is it with you and that term? You're as bad as Zira with his 'my dear' and 'dearest'..." he muttered.

Rather than feeling offended, Muriel shook her head. She'd known Damian for a while now, and therefore she was good at being able to tell if he really was annoyed. He wasn't here, but she also knew better than to call him on it. It just made him tetchy. Instead, she sat down on her own swing again, and watched out of the corner of her eye as Damian did the same. She leaned back, kicking, and started to build up speed as she swung again, waiting for him to speak. After a pause, he did the same, and decided to use his voice.

"So... Why, exactly, were you out here this morning? I'm guessing Aziraphale told you the plan." He asked, giving an extra boost and making a branch snap off one of the trees in order to hit a man. Muriel noticed, and suddenly the man found himself a metre away, blinking as the branch hit where he had been standing moments before. Damian scowled. Muriel would have called it a pout, except she reallydidn't want to be discorporated.

Instead, she replied. "Yes, I've been told. And I'm not entirely sure about the idea, but I guess it's our best chance..." She explained quietly, glancing over at her counterpart. Damian shrugged slightly, meeting her gaze over his sunglasses, before looking back at the park.

"I guess we have to hope for the best." He responded.

Sitting for a little while longer, they eventually decided that, as there was obviously nothing they could do about it, they may as well go and have lunch. Unlike their tutors, Muriel and Damian were not huge fans of the Ritz, and often preferred small cafes and restaurants. They were both equally fond of fast food at times, too. In the end, however, they settled upon a cafe in Covent Garden that served lovely bacon rolls and a vast array of cookies. It had to be said; Muriel had a weakness for cookies. In fact, she had a bit of a weakness for sweet thingsin general. It just so happened that the cafe only really sold cookies.

Nibbling away at one – a delightfully colourful one with smarties in it – Muriel watched the people passing by. "It's a shame, you know. This lot never realising how close they could very well be to the End of Days. And to think, we might not even manage to escape jumpsuitsbefore it all stops. Good call on your side, by the way." She added.

Damian blinked. "Our side?" he asked, "I thought it was your side's fault!" He shuddered at the suggestion. "We're much better fashion-wise."

Muriel frowned, before shrugging. "Then, it is a fault under the category of 'man-made', I guess." She mused, sighing lightly. "It seems as if they're causing a lot more damage than they used to. One could almost say that they're beginning to outpace us." She continued.

The demon frowned. "Speak for yourself. I, for one, am still going strong with ideas right now." He huffed. "After all, liposuction? All me. I simply nodded at a vacuum cleaner and suggested that his wife could lose a few pounds. Temptation enough, there, I think."

"And yet he was the one to design the thing. And anyway, you also helped my side there. Yes, the damage isn't so good for the women, but self-consciousness dropped and fewer men decided to commit adultery. A win in our books too."

"What? You are joking, right?" Damian asked. Muriel only smiled sweetly. The demon groaned. "Oh, but if my superiors hear that..." he whined, tugging absently at his hair. Muriel's blue eyes shone in amusement.

"Don't worry, darling, I won't let them get to you, I promise. Never fear, after all, your guardian angel is here." She teased lightly, giggling at the look of pure horror that crossed her friend's face. "Come now, it wasn't that bad. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your 'mistake'. I'll just claim it as a decent counter-attack." She added, placing her hand over his soothingly.

Damian swallowed slightly at the contact, uncertain why he felt the need to swallow – after all, it wasn't like this was the first occasion that the two had made contact. Ignoring it for now – and probably for a long time afterwards, too – he grinned, placing his other hand on top of hers briefly. "You go ahead and do that, feathers, count it as part of our arrangement." He told her, before standing up. "Anyway, I feel like heading back. Want to come over to mine? I've bought a few VCRs, after all. 'Apocalypse Now' would have been my first suggestion, but considering everything... how about 'Star Wars'? I know you, Muri – flaming sci-fi geek, you are."

Muriel had been pulling a face at the first film suggestion, but she brightened up considerably with the second. "Sounds good to me – in return, you can choose the popcorn." She offered generously, knowing that he'd most likely pick salted. She liked salted as well, of course, but she tended to prefer sweet.

Sensing this, Damian sighed, before offering a small smile. "I think we should get one of each, really. Means I don't have to share with anyone at any rate." With that, he offered his arm, helped her up and together they walked towards Damian's apartment. They ended up buying quite a few bags of popcorn.

After all, they had a long few years to fill – and a lot of movies to watch.

So, what do people think? Just to say, I'm open to queries and things. After all, I now have 10 years of theirs to fill in before the main events begin, so I could always write little scenes if anyone has a particular prompt. A famous event between 1979 and 1990? Something that was invented? Random scene that you want to see filled? I can easily add our favourite serpent and angelic bookworm to the pieces as well!

Seriously, open to suggestions for it. The story is also being posted on deviantart under the same title. To find it, look up 'Good omens', and look through the newest section. If I do get prompts, I'll start posting them under another title, so that it doesn't ruin the order of the story!

ALSO:

I suck at drawing, so if anyone wants to have a go drawing the two of them, please: feel free! Just send me a message if you do - I'll want to see it! I've had a fairly bad go at drawing the two of them eating popcorn on the sofa, and the link to that will be on my profile page, as I don't think I'm allowed to post it on here.

Next chapter up soon!