I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long, but things piled up. To say sorry, this chapter is longer and means that I only have one or two left to write!

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A few hours later saw Muriel and Damian approaching Tadfield on a blazing motorcycle. They'd dried off about 15 minutes after the overpass, and the bike had stared burning quickly afterwards. Muriel's grip had begun to weaken as she started to feel the effects of fully believing that a motorcycle can still work perfectly when on fire, but somehow she was still clinging onto Damian's waist.

Muriel could sense it all, now. It was as if radars were attached to the pair, telling them exactly where to go. And apparently they were to go to an airbase somewhere by Tadfield, if the voices were to be believed. Why there, the angel hadn't a clue. It seemed to be a strange place for the apocalypse to start, but then perhaps it was all part of the ineffable plan. For now all she could do was hold on and think about the number of clearly-ablaze motorcycles she'd seen in her life. It involved a lot of focus, and she knew that sugar would be pretty vital once this was all over. That is, if there would be any sugar that survived – and the angel dearly hoped so. She was already in trouble with her superiors – and Damian's.

Either way, as they neared the area, the signals began to get vague. At one stage, they'd had to ask for directions from a man. He'd looked only mildly surprised, but when Muriel discreetly reached out to check his soul she realised why – he was in shock already, and from the memories that were sitting at the surface of his mind Damian and herself were not the first person to have asked. Deciding to make sure, she put on her sweetest smile and asked, "I don't suppose you've seen our friends, have you? One of them has dark hair and sunglasses. Probably would have been in quite a rush?" The man nodded feebly, before simply walking inside muttering about the air quality of today's Britain or something similar. The angel and demon pair watched in confusion, before deciding to get on with the journey – they were running out of time.

Finally, the pair arrived at the Air Base and leapt off of the motorbike as soon as they were able. It fell apart the second they were off, and collapsed into a burning heap of metal. Muriel had only a second to feel guilty for destroying someone's bike before being hit by a spell of dizziness. She wavered in her steps for a pause, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Damian glanced over. "You OK there, feathers? You aren't looking that wonderful right now to be honest."

"Neither are you." She replied tetchily, before sighing. "I'll be fine, let's just reach our tutors, alright?"

Damian nodded, before briskly walking over towards where he could see Crowley. There was no sign of Aziraphale, but there were two other people – an old, grizzly-looking man and a strange-looking woman who was wearing far too much floral print for any human being. Stepping up to the older demon, he glanced around. "Not too late, then, are we?"

"Damian! Are you alright?" Crowley responded. Demon or not, he still cared about the wellbeing of his student. The connection between an angel (whether from Upstairs or Downstairs) and their tutor was very similar to that of a parent and child.* Therefore, even though the apocalypse was apparently nigh, his first thought was to ensure that the younger demon was in one piece.

"Of course I am." Damian responded confidently, before pausing as Muriel coughed politely but meaningfully behind him. "Ok... So I had a bit of help in dealing with an issue, but other than that I'm OK." He added sheepishly. Crowley turned to face the younger angel as well, but before Muriel could ask the whereabouts of her own tutor, the woman spoke up in a chillingly familiar voice.

"Muriel! How are you, my dear? I see you avoided being called up." Said the voice, followed by the same voice, but more... natural, for the body. "Ooh, who's this then? Are you alright, sweetie? You look a little shaken up. Perhaps you ought to sit down – both of you, actually. Poor little things."

Muriel blinked, before frowning slightly. "... Aziraphale? Why are you in there? And pardon me for sounding rude, there, madam. I can assure you that I meant no harm. May I ask for a name?" she asked, before taking the kind old woman's advice and sitting on the ground daintily – unlike Damian, who simply collapsed to the floor.

"The name is Madam Tracy, sweetie. And never you mind about the comment, I can see you're trying to regain some strength. Muriel, hmm? Another angel?"

"It's a long story, my dear, and one we'll focus on after everything else. Alright? Yes, Madam Tracy, she is another angel. My student in fact." Aziraphale's voice replied. All Muriel could do was nod as she looked forward and saw the four riders of the Apocalypse stepping out of the building – to be met with four children.

There was something odd about the first child to start talking, and it took Muriel a while to gather the grace needed to search him. As soon as she did, however, she gasped. Distantly, she listened to Aziraphale as she told the humans who the boy was, but instead she glanced between the others. The one girl amongst the children – a fiery red-head with an apparently fiery soul to match – glanced over at them all briefly, and her gaze lingered on the younger angel. Something that was really to be expected, given their ages and Muriel's occupation. She offered the child a weak smile before glancing at the other two boys, taking in all the information she could.

* Except without the potty training stage, and less temper tantrums. All in all, better than being a parent.

All of those gathered watched in shock as, one by one, the three normal children went up against their counterparts and won. Damian had to admit, it was a good plan. And, of course, having the antichrist believe that it would work helped matters. Unlike the humans, the angels and demons weren't surprised in the least about the wings of Azrael. They were, however, shocked when Adam looked at them all as if he could see exactly who they were. He probably could, actually. He grinned at Adam's comment about being 'two people', and could see the relief in Muriel's expression when her tutor appeared once again. The pair smiled at each other, before looking back at Adam – and then Crowley, as he put a bit of a dampener on things.

The younger demon watched in mild surprise as another pair of humans appeared. However, before anyone could ask exactly who they were, a bolt of lightning struck and both angels suddenly looked a lot more terrified.

'And with good reason', he thought as they mentioned his name. Damian couldn't really remember much of Heaven, but one thing he could remember was that you really didn't want to upset the Metatron. Neither did you want to upset the next figure to appear, in the demons' opinions.

The angels and demons both attempted to shrink away conspicuously from the two newest additions, but it didn't really work. Giving up, Muriel swallowed slightly, before stepping up behind the Them. After all, her duty was to protect children, and they were still children. Wensleydale and Brian both took an instinctive step backwards, edging closer to the source of mild safety. Even Pepper shuffled slightly closer, although she seemed determined to be there with Adam as well. Helping her, Muriel placed a hand onto her shoulder, helping Pepper's pulse to lessen slightly.

Deciding that really, he should be doing slightly better than what he was, Damian edged forward slightly, placing himself just behind and to the right of his angelic counterpart. She shot him a small, grateful smile. They then listened to the argument that ensued.

There was a moment, however, when all thought that they'd lost in the end. Damian could see his tutor slumping back into his seat out of the corner of his vision, and he was about to do the same when Aziraphale of all people spoke up. After a minute, Damian could see both Crowley and Muriel starting to grin, before it hit him.

Ineffability.

He chuckled slightly as he listened to his tutor and Muriel's thoroughly dressing down the two unwelcome presences and Pepper glanced at him in mild confusion. He grinned at her, and she started to grin back, before grinning at the other humans.

With the gunshot of Shadwell's bullet, the pair vanished and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As the others began to relax and chatter, Muriel took a few steps to the side, and stretched. She was smiling again, and for some strange reason it helped Damian to relax further. Which was odd, because whilst he was happy that she was happy, it usually wouldn't make him this happy. Frowning at his confusing train of thought, he was about to walk over to his angelic counterpart when he suddenly felt the air heating. He could hear Aziraphale babbling slightly, and he turned to share a look of horror with Muriel. He headed over to her, standing by her side again. "I don't understand..." she murmured, glancing fearfully over at the Them with Adam.

He could see Crowley begin to desperately start the jeep, before Aziraphale stepped in. Meanwhile, he was looking for a way out himself. Before he could come up with one, he felt a gentle – if trembling – hand on his arm. Looking over, he met Muriel's deep blue eyes.

"We can't leave." She told him quietly, gaze searching his own. "There are humans here, children. We can't leave them."

"But..." He was about to complain further, but then it dawned on him. Why should they bother? They were in enough trouble already, what difference would it make? He sighed, before nodding and changing his search. As Aziraphale grabbed War's sword, and Crowley found a tyre iron, the younger demon found a discarded gun, and Muriel somehow managed to find a large branch, and with a blink it smoothed out into a wooden staff. Looking at each other, they both tried to smile.

"Well, maybe I'll see you on the other side. You did your demon side proud, but... you did the angelic side well, too." Muriel told him, a teasing look on her face.

"Yes, well... You could be a little hellcat when you wanted to be, so congratulations." He replied grumpily, before walking over towards their tutors. His ears were tinged pink. Muriel joined him, and together with Aziraphale, Crowley and Shadwell, they stepped forward to face the Devil himself. Along with their tutors, Muriel and Damian also brought their wings out. After all, what was the point in hiding your wings when the chances were that nobody would remember them?

The following few minutes, however, were a blur. Honestly, neither Muriel nor Damian would be able to tell you exactly what happened, apart from the fact that they weren't dead by the end of it. As soon as the car had appeared, however, there was a rustling sound as four pairs of wings vanished suddenly.

After everyone else but their tutors had vanished, Muriel and Damian sat down together under a tree on the outskirts of Lower Tadfield. They didn't stay long, just long enough to end up seeing the Them going past. The three boys kept going, but Pepper stopped.

"Hey," she said, walking over. "You were there, weren't 'cha? You saw it all."

The conversation was odd, and brief, but it ended with Muriel having to promise that they'd stay in touch, and Damian sullenly agreeing.

It was a strange end to the Apocalypse, but nobody complained.

So... hopefully, that made up for things a bit? I should have the last part up within a fortnight - promise!

Please review! I'd love ideas for the final chapter - anything you want to see happening? And there will be a blatant mention of Aziraphale/Crowley in the final part - but would you like a hint of Damian/Muriel? Or would you rather they stayed friends for now? Let me know!