Chapter 25

"I saw her in the future," Booster Gold said, softly as he flew beside some random angel with green hair. "Iniko, I mean."

"Yeah, we time travel easy," the angel replied, chewing obnoxiously on gum. "It’s like walking through a door."

"Does that mean she wins today," Booster asked.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "The future isn’t set in stone."

"I don’t believe that," Booster said, "Otherwise I'd be dead."

"That’s the point of being human, kid, it’s dying," he replied. "And to live."

"Yeah, that makes hell of a lot of sense," Booster said, with a roll of the eyes. "What's your name?"

"Herniel,"

"Hernia, hey?" Booster grinned.

"Most prefer to call me Neil," he replied, grinning back at the human. "What do they call you? Buster?"

Booster's smirk sunk. "Very funny. Very original."

"Why bother to make a new one, when the old one is a classic," he smiled.

"Oh yeah! Well you’re a hurnatag!" Booster snapped.

"Better then being a mundemen," Herniel sniggered. Booster froze, staring at the angel, open-mouthed. "Time travelling, remember. Besides, Uriel created those words five centuries ago, to describe Michael and Azrael."

"What?!"

"Got him in big trouble, considering the Big Guy knows what they all mean," he explained before blowing a large bubble. He exploded the same time the bubble did, pointing over Booster’s head. "Oh! Oh! Demons!"

Booster spun around eying the demons below him. There was half a dozen, each one smaller and thinner then a chimpanzee, with several black strands of hair on their brown heads.

"Herniel, since you spotted them, you can take them out!"

"They're demons?" Supergirl said, flying behind Booster Gold, "They look like Gollum."

"Stupider," Herniel said, before charging at the demons, screaming a cry that caught their attention, within three seconds six heads rolled on the ground before evaporating in a puff.

"Sweet," Flash said, nodding his approval.

"Do we really need to kill them?" Superman asked.

"That’s how you send them back to hell, quickly," Metatron replied. "So it’s not really killing them. You can let out some steam with them; no one will give a damn."

"Then why are you worried about the sword?" Flash asked.

"It destroys souls," Metatron replied, "no coming back."

"Isn’t that a good thing," Supergirl asked, "I mean, who wants them to come back?"

"Would you kill Superman because he went rogue?" Metatron asked. "They're our brothers and sisters.”

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"You're not helping!" Michael snapped.

"I noticed," Martha sighed, "I'm busy!"

"Doing what!? Fixing a stupid library!?" Michael snarled, as Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"This is going to last all day," Lucifer murmured to Roy. The red-hair angel nodded, in agreement.

"Look, if he wants to kill those three piss-for-brain morons, that’s his problem!" the ex angel snapped. "Buggar off!"

"Cassiel!"

"It's Martha!"

"Martha!"

"MarTa, Michael, MarTa!!"

"Martin! I don’t care, everyone's out there fighting," Michael snapped. "First you need to change back with Roy! And then convince him to give me that bloody sword!"

Lucifer rolled his eyes once more; he was tempted to poke the angel up in the behind with the sword.

"Let's go, Roy," Lucifer sighed, he walked out of the library, the red-haired following, the fallen angel knowing he wouldn’t be followed. "Like we need the real Cassiel, you'll do for one stupid fight."

Roy nodded, "Let's go."

"I'm gonna get my fallen angels, and I need your help to trick the rest of the archies to come," Lucifer said, "You just need to tell them Michael ordered it. It'll do the trick."

"Roy!" the two angels turned to see Dick running up to them panting.

"What's wrong?" Roy asked, concerned, pulling Dick into his arms.

"Are you going down to Earth?" Dick asked, stroking the stubble on Roy's chin, affectionately. "I want to come."

"You can come later," Lucifer snapped, his eyes flashing angrily. The display of human affection annoyed him. It was so mushy and stupid, "When he's a human!"

Dick blushed a shade of red unknown to man. "That’s not what I meant."

"We know," Lucifer snorted, laughing loudly. Roy rolled his eyes, the fallen angel amused him; angry one minute, scared the next, and laughing the next. "And no, you ain’t coming; no humans. Not even Batman… Abaddon! Where's the hell is everyone else?"

"In the kitchen, raiding the fridge," Abaddon answered; he too was heading to the kitchen. "We found a jar of mayonnaise!!!"

"Fucking morons! Tell everyone to get the hell ready!" Lucifer shouted.

"Excuse me! There are children on this level!" the four men turned to face Don Hall, peeking out his door glaring at them. "That is not acceptable!"

"Fuck off!" Lucifer growled, as Ollie pulled the door open and glared at him. "WHAT!?"

"Don’t talk to him like that!" Ollie snapped. "And he's right, my daughter and her friends are in here! I don’t need them learning garbage like that-”

“-We already know them-”

“-that’s beside the point Bart. Roy, Dick! What are you doing with him, anyway!?"

"Deciding when to leave," Roy said, "Though Dick ain’t coming."

"Excuse me," Dick asked, facing Roy angrily, both hands on his hips. "I remember you said God gave us freewill. I'm coming."

"Dick-"

"He also gave me free will," Lucifer growled, before punching the human out cold.

"HEY!" Ollie snapped, as Roy caught the dark haired beauty before he fell flat on the ground.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Roy roared his eyes blazing almost the same colour as his hair.

"You want him to die?" Lucifer asked when Roy glared up at him furiously. "Let’s go!"

“Ollie, look after him,” Roy murmured, pulling Dick into his arms, before carrying him inside. Ollie shook his head at Lucifer as he closed the door leaving the fallen angel alone outside.

“What!? He’s safer here then with us,” Lucifer snapped, looking up at the ceiling, Lucifer snarled loudly as he continued; “Roy loves him; it’ll kill him if something happened to that kid! You know what! Screw this; I’m going in for the kill. I don’t give a rat’s ass if I never go back home, if it will keep my family safe, then I’m doing it.”

“Who are you talking to?” Roy asked, looking at the fallen angel with a confused look, as he opened the door and slid out.

“Who do you think I’m friggin talking to!? Let’s go!” Lucifer snapped as he spun around and stalked off.

“God, he is insane,” Roy murmured to himself.

(Aren’t we all?)

Vigilante sighed, watching his love and new baby girl resting peacefully together in their private rooms. Brad had given the two the all clear, after finding both father and child healthy. Vigilante had a feeling an angel was behind the good fortune but he wasn’t complaining. A yawn escaped his lips as he relaxed into the recliner and switched the TV on; he grabbed another remote and switched on the DVD player before he began to watch one of his favourite Clint Eastwood movies.

“Turn that garbage off,” Justin murmured, blinking tiredly.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Vigilante nodded, he paused the movie. “You feel okay?”

“Just a little tired,” Justin yawned. “Other then that, I feel wonderful. She looks like you.”

“She ain’t got much hair though, does she?” Vigilante said, sitting behind Justin, before snaking an arm around his shoulder and neck. “Are they usually this big? She looks bigger then the quins.”

“She looks bigger then Owen, now,” Justin winced, “Glad she came out so easy.”

Vigilante roared with laughter, waking the infant up. Justin shook his head and smiled.

“Hello, darlin, you have a good nap?” Vigilante asked as his young daughter eyed him. A small smile glistened up her face, before her pale blue eyes closed and she was asleep again. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“So, shall we name the sleeping angel?” Justin asked.

“Sure, mum,” Vigilante grinned, “One or two names?”

“I don’t know,” Justin shrugged.

“I know you like Guinevere, so if that’s what you want?” Vigilante smiled. Justin smiled back, brightly.

“Thank you,” Justin whispered, grabbing Vigilante by the bandana around his neck for a long kiss, almost causing the bulkier man to stumble.

“I think I should thank you,” Vigilante panted when Justin let him go.

“Well, I believe Gwenevere Bonnie is a lovely name for such a beautiful girl,” Justin sighed, relaxing into his pillow.

“Bonnie?”

“From Bonnie and Clyde,” Justin replied.

“Meh, works for me,” Vigilante smirked.

“There they are,” Metatron murmured, as he spotted the three demonic seraphim tormenting their human prey. “Azrael, you and I will face the seraphs. The rest off you; be on your guard, send them all back to hell!”

“YEAH!” Booster shouted out, punching the air. He slowly lowered his arm as everyone stared at him blankly. “What? It was a war cry; let them now we ain’t scared of them.”

“Okay,” Amethyst nodded, smiling cheerfully. “Let’s save it for when we defeat them. Though we normally call out Michael! That’s our war cry.”

“Yeah, until Michael threw a wobbly and we had to stop shouting it,” Azrael smirked.

“We’ll break out the Vodka,” Wally promised, looking uncharacteristically serious.

“I can work with that,” Booster shrugged, “What are we waiting for?”

“You to shut up,” Azrael replied, several of the angels around him nodded in agreement.

“ATTACK!” Metatron roared loudly, grabbing the attention of demons, angels and humans alike.

As the angels and heroes flew or ran towards the demons their actions were mimics until the two sides clashed and the fight broke out. Superman and Supergirl kept their distance in the air using their heat vision to destroy the demonic host. Wonder Woman, Hawk, Captain Atom, Atomic Smasher and Flash were busy on the ground battling out hand-to-hand. Ice and Fire had frozen or burnt several of the creatures while Green Lantern used his ring to tear the creatures apart. Booster Gold and Waverider floated beside the Kryptonians using their different blast to destroy. Every time a demon was destroyed, they would be engulfed in flames before disappearing into thin air.

Booster winced as he watched the Flash in action; the Scarlet Speedster had destroyed more then half the population of the demons on his own, and appeared to be enjoying it. Hawk too, was on a roll; he’d simply grab two demons by the neck, and collided the two headfirst with one another before releasing them and watching the puffing smoke erupt from them. Of course this had him coughing and gasping for air.

“Don’t breathe the gas in,” some one warned him.

“Thanks for the warning,” Hawk coughed, his chest burning. He keeled over as the burning erupted down towards his abdomen.

“Hawk! Are you okay?” Ice called out. Gabriel appeared beside the grumbling human and pushed a small vial against Hawk’s lips.

“Drink!” Gabriel ordered, Hawk obeyed, the vile liquid sliding down his throat. Hawk made a loud disgusted sound.

“Yeuarch! What the hell was that!? It tasted like ass!”

“It was,” Azrael replied. “The juices in the intestines of a donkey.”

Hawk threw up.

-=-=-=-=-=-

“Is he gone?” Martha asked, as Michael sat him self comfortably on one of the chairs. He nodded, “You wanna play backgammon?”

“Okay,” Michael nodded, “I’m the black ones.”

“Fine,” Martha smiled, “So when are you going to join them?”

“When Metatron gets his rear handed to him,” Michael replied, “Luce wont kill them, knowing him he’d try but end up dropping the sword, or cut himself with it instead.”

“Tell me about it,” Martha smirked, “Like that time when you and he fought at the blow hole in New Zealand.”

“Good times,” Michael nodded, recalling the memory of his brother falling through the caves and into the sea.

The sweet and soft-spoken Amethyst was tearing four demons to shreds with a touch with assistance from Diana. The humans watched amazed at her sudden Amazonian sped and strength. Metatron was engaged with Menostophiles, the upper hand was more towards the demon’s liking. Azrael however was having a blast with Beelzebub, not giving the demon a moment of rest. He was disappointed though when the demon’s body blew into a puff and exited the earthly plain back to hell.

He looked skyward with a frown, “I wasn’t finished yet.”

“Lucifer no!” someone cried as the fallen angel suddenly appeared from nowhere and charged at Iniko sword at the ready. Something pulled him back hard away from the demoness.

Iniko cackled as Lucifer looked up to find the black-haired, white as snow seraphic demoness smirking at him. He dropped the sword, unintentionally; it landed before a pair of dirty boots; a pale hand picked the sword up and swung it around before it was sheathed away.

“Teeraal, give me the sword,” Metatron ordered. The pale demonic seraph looked up at the angel with a sly smirk.

“Come get it,” she whispered, huskily. Iniko and Mephistopheles quickly retreated behind the newcomer, who had frozen the entire battle. The League froze watching in apprehension; Hawk was the only person still battling against the demons, his eyes focused only on the demons he was destroying. Unfortunately for him no one other then the demons had their eyes on him, so he was easily blindsided, beaten and wounded.

He lay on the cold ground shivering as blood trickled out of his side to the ground. Blood slowly seeped out of his lips as Mephistopheles backhanded the world-renowned devil to the ground.

As Lucifer fell, Hawk fell with him.

Ted slowly made his way down a stair case, rubbing his chest in pain. His heart squeezed painfully as he carefully fell back to the ground, resting on the step. The world spun around him.

He breathed out painfully as his chest restricted. He gasped his face pale and sickly as his eyes swayed, he swooned and tumbled down the final two steps, unconscious.

The sword rose up, and a head fell and rolled away from the demon’s body. The sword quickly was spun around and pushed deep into Iniko’s heart; she stared in horror at Teeraal, who smirked at her silkily.

“Don’t touch my boy toy,” she hissed. The demoness fell to her knees staring up at her sister as Lucifer struggled up. The sword was removed from Iniko’s chest and cleaned on her shoulder before the demoness toppled over, destroyed.

“Put that sword down,” Metatron warned, holding his own up warningly. Teeraal pulled Lucifer up by the hair. “Let him go!”

“Stop talking,” she said, before she addressed each demon. “All of you, back to hell.”

“Release Lucifer!” Metatron growled, drawing closer to the demoness. She ignored him, her claws digging into the fallen angel’s arm.

“Lemme go, you crazy bitch,” Lucifer snapped, kicking her in the shin. “I’m out, in fact we all are. None of us are going back.”

The demoness looked at Lucifer unimpressed before she threw him to the ground, “Really, and how are you going to stop me? You pathetic, hopeless, stupid excuse for a demon.”

“I ain’t no demon,” Lucifer growled. He shut his eyes as the sword rose up and came down towards his being.

He was ready for his death.

But it never came, Lucifer’s eyes fluttered open to find Teeraal being driven by Superman’s pounding fists and into a sword- a flaming sword.

Superman covered his eyes, as did everyone else, as the demon cried out and imploded in a brilliant white light. Superman moved his arm down and found Michael swinging a flaming sword casually, as he pulled Lucifer up.

“We won!” Uriel cried happily.

“Michael!” every angel called out in victory only to be silenced by a glare from Michael. Lucifer thumped his brother across the back, playfully.

“Hank!” a strangled cry caught everyone’s attention, as Azrael, unseen to non-angelic eyes, stood before the human his palm on the dead man’s forehead.

“What happened?” Helena sobbed, as the Question stood silently above Hawk’s peaceful body. Don was rocking in Ollie’s arms distraught. The angels had carried his body back to the watchtower after the battle unsure of how he had died.

“I am sorry, if it will help, your lost love is safe in the Heaven’s now,” Azrael replied, “I must go, there is another soul waiting for me now. Our Father has been merciful and has spared the life of the third person, but be at peace. They are in our Father’s arms right now.”

She watched as he disappeared, probably to seek out Booster Gold. Ted had been found unconscious fifteen minutes before they had returned from the battle, not breathing. With some help they had managed to resuscitate him and save the two infants, but the man passed from heart failure moments later after eying his two newborn sons.

Booster sat, shaking, before the small crib his twin boys were placed in. He couldn’t believe it, he refused to believe it. If he stayed away from Ted’s lifeless body it wouldn’t make it true. He stared at the small infants, one a blonde and the other a brunette, both asleep and clueless to the devastating loss one of their father’s was suffering through.

He ran a hand through his blonde hair, sniffling when a hand rested gently on his back. He turned to find Roy staring at him sympathetically.

“I’m so sorry, Boost,” Roy said.

“This cant be real,” Booster whispered, hoarsely. “He- how could this have- a heart attack! A friggin heart attack took him away from me! How could God do this to me? To them?!”

“I don’t know,” Roy shook his head, looking down at the infants the man was pointing at.

“How am I meant to look after two twins by myself,” Booster murmured, “I can’t; I can’t do this with out Ted. I don’t want to.”

“You won’t be alone,” Roy replied, “I’ll help and so will the rest of the League.”

“There must be something we can do,” Gabriel sighed, “I don’t know, it just seems so cruel, everything was getting back on track for them. Why would Father decide to take them away?”

“God works in mysterious ways,” Michael replied. Lucifer sighed, running a finger across Michael’s sword slowly. The flame had died down now since it was no longer needed.

“Kind of like how Teeraal appeared out of no where and killed Kiki and Meph,” Lucifer sighed, “And Flamy here, appearing again after 2000 years. Where did you find it?”

“In my room,” Michael shrugged, “I do not have a clue how it got there.”

“Uh, Metatron is calling in for a meeting, involving everyone,” Uriel appeared, looking at Lucifer and the fallen angels near him, “Father has some things He wishes to discuss.”

“When and where?” Michael asked.

“Tonight,” Metatron said, “In the heavens, though he has commanded Cassiel be restored first. I will go and speak with Martha and Roy.”

“Don’t worry,” Michael stood up, “I will speak with Martha, and Lucifer with Roy.”

Metatron nodded.

It had been almost a week since Roy returned Cassiel’s powers, and the angels left.

A funeral was held for the two fallen heroes, on the second day. The two men were laid to rest beside one another behind a Church, and everyday Booster would take one small rose to his love’s grave. The entire watchtower was in mourning, quiet and sullen.

The angels hadn’t said much other then a small message of keeping their faith and hope. The humans found this rather difficult, feeling abandoned by the angels and their sudden departure.

“It’s strange being human again,” Roy muttered, stroking Dick’s thick black hair as they watched Owen playing with a set of alphabet blocks. Wally and Bruce were at Booster’s helping the man adjust to life with children. He eagerly accepted the help, as the two infants, who were still unnamed, were a handful for the man who was still struggling from the loss of his lover.

“You think we’re going to be okay, Roy?” Dick asked. “I don’t mean us, as in you and me, I mean everyone.”

“Yeah, I think we will be,” Roy nodded as Tim walked in leading Kon in slowly. “Where’s Bart?”

“With the girls,” Tim replied, still holding the Kryptonian’s hand. They had decided to stop fighting them selves and gave in to a small chaste kiss two days earlier. The kiss had felt right.

Only seven days had past, but much change has occurred with the humans. Question and Helena though still madly in love struggled to cope; unable to talk to one another with out breaking out into a fight, so they simply decided not to talk. It worked well enough for the time being, though the quins didn’t seem themselves. The five were quieter and almost sadder, as though they understood a part of them was missing.

Don struggled to cope more then anyone, the loss of his brother was heart-retching, he found himself unable to breathe at times, and began to rely heavily on Ollie, wearing out the older man. Ollie never complained though; Don needed him, and he was going to be there for him. At the moment he had his strong arms wrapped around the smaller man, his palms resting on his children, awake listening to the soft snores from Don’s lips and the occasional kick from his yet-to-be-born children.

‘I want to go back home,’ Ted complained, watching, through a flat screen TV, his beloved struggling to feed one infant and comfort the other. ‘Look at him! He’s going to drop Remy in a minute!’

‘No he wont,’ Cassiel smiled, munching on popcorn as she sat comfortably on a white sofa. She was dressed in a white gown clearly pleased to be back in the colour. ‘He’s getting use to it. And when did you name blondie? And why Remy?’

‘Just now and after Remiel,’ Ted said, softly, ‘He’s helped me through this whole ordeal, so...’

‘He has, hasn’t he?’ Cassiel nodded, ‘He is the Mercy of God, his duty is to help humanity during grieving stages and guard Hell’s Gate.’

‘Righto,’ Ted nodded, ‘what about Don, Helena and Vic? They look so helpless with out Hank.’

‘Hank is happy here,’ Cassiel replied. Ted frowned; he knew the angel was right. He could see Hank laughing as he wrestled with Lucifer and Uriel. He wasn’t sure if his friend wanted to go back home to his friends and family all of a sudden. Why would he? He was in Heaven, surrounded by love and warmth and safety. Ted felt it as well, but the pull on his heart-the damn thing that killed him- ached for Booster and his babies. ‘You can be happy here. And it’s not as though you will never see Michael, Remy or yet-to-be-named-yet ever again. They will join you sooner then you think.’

‘What?! Why? They were just born, they’re-’

‘-Time is different up here,’ Cassiel replied. ‘They will live full lives, but once their time is up, they will all join you.’

‘I don’t want to wait, I want to be with Michael now,’ Ted argued, ‘why can’t God send me back!? He sent Himself back!’

‘Yeah, but He had a reason resurrect Himself,’ Cassiel smiled, amused.

‘He has a reason to send me back too!’ Ted argued, ‘Unless He wants me to keep nagging at Him for the next few weeks!’

‘I wouldn’t try that,’ Lucifer smirked, as he entered the room followed by Michael the angel. ‘He might send you to hell.’

Ted shook his head, defeated, ‘I just want my family.’

‘Oh, quit whining like a little bitch-Yeea-owch! Fuck! Ow!’ Lucifer jumped around clutching at his behind. ‘Argh, I forgot about that.’

‘You imbecile,’ Michael shook his head. ‘It will get easier Theodore.’

‘It’s just Ted, Michael,’ the human sighed, turning the TV off. ‘Maybe I should just stop watching them.’

Michael tilted his head, and stared at the human confused. ‘I will talk to our Father, see if He is willing.’

‘Really?’ Ted asked, disbelievingly. The angel nodded, ‘Thank you.’

Two weeks had past, and Don Hall was with Booster Gold helping the other blonde with the two boys, fortunately for Booster, they both had an easy temperament, only crying if hungry, or tired.

Don watched as Booster expertly prepared a bottle and carried the brunette infant in his arms. Booster finally decided to name one of his babies after Remiel, after one of the angels who looked after his love. The one he was gently cradling and smiling at still remained nameless.

“Have you chosen a name for him yet?” Don asked, as he feed Remy. Booster shook his head.

“I was thinking to name him after Ted,” Booster said, hoarsely. He wasn’t speaking so much anymore and his voice was underworked. “But… I- Not sure if I want to be reminded of him every time I call out to him. It’s hard enough since he looks like his daddy.”

Don said nothing, for once the diplomat was silenced.

“I guess I’m just gonna have to move on,” Booster sighed, “It’s not fair, but I still have the kids, and at least we know that Hank and Ted are in Heaven.”

Don nodded in agreement, with a sigh.

“And knowing Hank he is probably driving everyone insane,” Don added, before he looked horrified, “Oh no! What if they kick him out and send him to hell!?”

“They won’t,” Booster chuckled once and froze, biting his lip. Don looked up at him understandingly. It was probably the first laugh to escape the man’s lips. “Uh, I might put them down for a sleep.”

“Alright, I’ll help,” Don nodded, following the man from the future into a light blue nursery.

“Donny, if you want to go back home and catch up on a few Z’s,” Booster said, placing the two infants in their cots. He turned on a nightlight that began to hum a lullaby. “I’m might lie down as well.”

“Alright, I think Bruce and Wally will be coming later,” Don said, softly. Booster nodded as he led the pregnant male to his front door. “Call if you need anything.”

“I will, thanks Donny,” Booster sighed, waving as the man disappeared in a blue light. Booster closed the door dejectedly before he carried himself to his bed and threw himself down. He lay still for a while staring up at the ceiling, his mind blank but his heart heavy. “I miss you Ted.”

Two weeks had past now. The heroes knew that their loved ones were not coming back, so slowly everyone began to move on. Young Justice sat in their sanctuary, joined by their predecessors, including Garth, Barbara, Dick, Roy, and Donna.

The small group of young heroes sat inside the library, their sanctuary. No one replied; no body had an answer or solution to their problems.

“Do you think we’ll ever see them again?” Kon asked, “The angels, I mean?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Tim replied.

“Definitely,” Bart said, “When we die.”

“Hmm, I bet Hank is driving everyone up there insane,” Dick smirked, Roy laughed.

“I bet anything God will toss him out,” Roy snorted, “Can you just imagine Jesus tossing him out.”

Dick smiled, before he looked at the once-angel seriously. “Did you see God?”

“No,” Roy shook his head. “I didn’t stay that long in heaven, hell. I didn’t even hear Him, when I think about it. Michael says He is busy, and it would make sense, being an angel is full on. Imagine being God.”

“If I was God, everyone would look like that chick from that show with the goldfish,” Bart smirked.

“Who?” Tim asked.

“I don’t know her name, but she’s got a nice rack,” Bart smiled, his mind wandering away.

“Dude, if you were God, we’d all be screwed,” Roy laughed. “Though considering Lucifer is now the Justice League guardian angel…”

“Yeah, funny how that turned out,” Dick smirked, “Can you imagine him as the Librarian?”

“Forget that, just imagine him flirting with Brad,” Roy snorted. The group started to laugh loudly as the library door opened. Don shuffled inside, led in by Cissie and Anita. Roy stood up and smiled softly at the man, “Hey, how are you feeling? Not long left now?”

“No, just another two weeks,” Don grunted, “As for how I am feeling… I can’t see my feet, I need to pee every five minutes, my back is killing me, I had diarrhoea all last night, and I’m hungry.”

“Poor guy,” Roy smiled, “Bright side, not long left. And you’ll have two little joys running around.”

“Driving me insane, until they move out,” Don smiled, “I know, but I do wish these two weeks will hurry up.”

He sat down beside Dick and rubbed his stomach, “Booster is here, with the twins. Bruce convinced him to come up for a visit.”

“How is he? We haven’t seen him in ages,” Donna said.

“He’s okay, I guess, still struggling to cope, but he’d handling everything well,” Don said softly.

“How are you?” Roy asked, sitting beside him on the arm rest. “Hank was your brother.”

“I know, and I’m feeling okay, I miss him yes, but I find comfort in the fact that he is in heaven,” Don sighed. “Viktor isn’t doing so well though, he hasn’t been talking that much recently; withdrawn. They are struggling with the quins; in fact Helena asked Ollie if he could find a suitable nanny to help them. The quins, I don’t know, it’s almost as though they know their father is gone. They’ve been crying a lot in the past week, nothing seems to comfort them.”

“Poor babies,” Stephanie said, “if they want, we could look after them for a few hours a day? We won’t mind.”

“I’ll let Helena know,” Don murmured, resting his head against the chair.

“What on Earth have you done to my library?” the group looked up and jumped in surprise. Together stood Cassiel and Lucifer, one dressed in a long white robe and the other in black leather. The two angels found themselves surrounded with hugs from the youngsters and pats on the back from the elder heroes. Don stood up shaking, as he stared at the two angels in hope.

“Nice outfit Luce,” Bart grinned

“I’m back in black,” he smirked, pulling at his collar.

“You look like a drag queen,” Cassiel grumbled.

“Fuck yo- yeowchiwawa! He’s doing that on purpose!”

“Idiot,” Cassiel muttered, as Lucifer rubbed his rear.

“Is everything okay,” Donna asked.

“Is Hank okay? And Ted?” Don asked, his lower lip quivering.

“Beats me, maybe you should ask them yourself,” Cassiel shrugged, sitting down with a book in her hands. Don felt faint.

“What do you mean?” Bart asked, as she opened it and began to read.

“You girls should read this book,” Cassiel said, ignoring Bart as she put the book down. “Jophiel told me they are making a movie of it soon.”

“What is it?” Stephanie peered over.

“Oh, Twilight, I have that book,” Cissie said, “I’ve never actually read it.”

“Edward is gay,” Lucifer shrugged, “Anyway-”

“-What do you mean we should ask them ourselves?” Bart asked.

“Is Azrael here?” Roy asked, worried.

“No, well yes, but he’s not here on business,” Michael said, as he walked into the room. The atmosphere inside the library lightened incredibly as he stood beside his siblings.

Lucifer smiled slightly, “They’re in the kitchen.”

Don ran out of the library as fast as a pregnant man could muster.

“Boost- Boost, wake up,” Wally said, smacking the man from the future several times across the cheeks. Booster stirred, his eyes blinking open, “That’s it, come on, Wakey, Wakey.”

“I had a nice dream,” Booster smiled, faintly, as Wally helped the man up.

“It wasn’t a dream, jackass,” Hank smirked, as Ted (carrying Remy in his arms) smiled lovingly at his partner. Booster fainted again. “Idiot.”

“Let’s get him over here,” Superman grinned stupidly. “Its great to have you guys back, but is it permanent.”

“Yeap… well, I guess until our time is up again,” Ted smiled, stroking the cheek of his beloved child. “Where is everyone?”

The door swung open and Don stumbled in, using his stomach to push everyone away. He squealed in delight as his eyes caught on to his brother before he charged and threw himself at the older man.

“Hankie! Oh! I’ve missed you so much! Don’t you ever die again?” Don cried, into his brother’s shirt.

“Yeah, I’ll tell God,” Hank smirked, stroking his brother’s hair, gently.

“Hey, I’m back too you know,” Ted grinned, “That reminds me, where’d those stupid angels go?”

“In the library,” Don replied, pushing himself off his brother to embrace his friend. “Welcome back. What’s wrong with him?”

“He fainted,” Ted smiled.

“I’m gonna go find Vic and Helly,” Hank said, rubbing his brother’s belly. “And my little babies. I’ve missed them. Where are they?”

“Earth,” Superman said, “I’ll get someone to send you down.”

Viktor sighed, as he placed Alexis in her cot beside Isabella. Finally, all five quins were fast asleep. He walked over dejectedly to the kitchen were Helena was making them a couple of sandwiches. He sighed loudly, as she looked up at him. One glance and she was over by his side, holding him tightly, planting gentle kisses on his neck.

“It hurts,” Viktor murmured.

“I know baby,” Helena whispered in his ear. “I know.”

Loud, obnoxious banging on the door caught their attention. Someone was dying to get in, pounding mercilessly on the door.

“I’ll get it, you go and rest,” Helena sighed, kissing the man on his lips. He nodded and slowly made his way to his bed. A scream erupted from his love, and Viktor spun around and ran fast to the door. He paused at an archway and found Helena standing with her hand on her heart. “Hank?”

Viktor’s heart raced as the man strolled in.

“Hello,” he smiled, as he held Helena in his arms tightly. She sobbed; praise and thanks escaping from her lips. Viktor stood paralysed as he stared at Hank. Hank held his arm out to the other man, smiling affectionately at him.

“Hank?” he whispered, stumbling over until he was in the man’s embrace. “Oh thank God.”

Hank sighed; pleased he had decided to return. What was heaven without his loved ones?

Two weeks had past and it was the beginning of July. Booster finally stopped fainting long enough to pull Ted into the longest kiss, surrounded by wolf-whistles and catcalls from the crowd. Not long after, they made love, and finally named the brunette Gabriel after the angel that had given them their two beautiful angels.

Don was huge now, and barely able to waddle in a straight line. Ollie was relishing in the fact that he had to do everything thing for his pregnant lover. Hank, Helena and Viktor were at peace and so were their quins. Booster and Ted were natural parents, proud parents of Remiel the quiet one and Gabriel the louder, boisterous infant. Vigilante and Justin were dotting fathers, both amazed by everything Gwen did, from opening her eyes, and filling up diapers with nasty little surprises.

Everyone was preparing for the Independence Day of America; the hall in the watchtower was decorated with blue, red and white stripes and balloons. Everything was perfect and the heroes were ready to celebrate both July Fourth and the return of their loved ones.

Wally, Bruce, Roy, Kara, Clark, Bart, Dick and the angels helped set up the hall. Tim arrived half an hour later with Owen, who had just awoken from a nap, to help. After being placed in a pram he watched as the hall was beautifully decorated with pretty decorations.

“Owie, you want a balloon?” Lucifer asked, kneeling before the infant with a red balloon. Owen shook his head.

“No wan red baloo, want blue one,” the child said in a clear voice.

“How cute,” Cassiel cooed, “That was a full sentence.”

“Blue Baloo!” Owen cried, grumpily.

“Wait,” Bruce said, “How rude!?”

Owen’s lower lip trembled and Wally came running with a blue balloon.

“Aww, there you go baby,” Wally said, in a childish tone.

“Already has his father wrapped around his finger, I see,” Michael smiled as he blew up three balloons together.

“No different to you,” Lucifer smirked, throwing a stream or ten at Michael covering him in a foray of colours. “It was red and yellow and green and brown, and scarlett and black and opal and-”

“Shut up.”

Several hours later, the League was drunk again. Hank and Shayera were having a drinking contest. The young heroes were all on the dance floor busting moves led by Superman who was doing a warped version of the robot dance. Michael and Lucifer were singing along to their own version of the song “Kids in America” while Cassiel stayed with the nine infants asleep on a separate floor accompanied by Gabriel the archangel.

“They named this little one after you,” Cassiel smiled.

“And I am honoured,” Gabriel sighed, “I think everything turned out well.”

“You think?” Cassiel asked, with a raised brow. “Right, so Michael banished Teeraal to hell forever more. Iniko, Beelzebub and Mephistopheles are no better off. We saved the lives and souls of five people and given them joy in such a little bundle. And to top it off, Lucifer and everyone are back home again. I say everything is perfect, except for the fact that Michael is still a grumpy Grinch.”

“He’s singing downstairs,” Gabriel laughed, “I wish I could see Father’s face right now.”

“I bet He could have never predicted that,” Cassiel laughed.

“Well, Don’s ready now,” Gabriel smiled. “I will be back in a few minutes.”

“What are you talking about? I’m coming to help,” Cassiel smiled back at her quirky brother.

Several hours later, Don was fast asleep after an easy birth. Ollie peered inside two little cots carrying his two little angels. Jack and Phoebe were named quickly; both were bald and both were cherubic.

“They’re gorgeous ain’t they,” Hank smiled staring down at his niece and nephew.

“Yeah, they make me want to lock them away so no one can ever hurt them,” Ollie smiled, “The quins still asleep?”

“Yeah,” Hank nodded, “Helly and Vic are with them. So, you’re in a relationship with my brother?”

“Hey, you worked it out?” Ollie laughed.

“I was watching on a flat screen TV in heaven,” Hank explained, “Just so you know, if you hurt my brother, I will kill you.”

“I’d kill myself before I hurt Donny,” Ollie said, seriously.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hank said.

“So,”

“So,” Hank shrugged.

“Are you and Vic and Helena in a relationship too?”

“Yes,” Hank nodded, “Are you gonna tell me, ‘if you hurt them, I’ll kill you.’”

“No, I know you won’t hurt them,” Ollie smiled.

“Thank you,” Bruce said, as he watched Bart and Tim wrap their arms around Lucifer.

“It was our pleasure,” Michael smiled, “It was an honour to work with the Justice League. You stand for everything that is right and holy. And you should all know a place in the Kingdom of heaven awaits you all.”

“Mike, that is so corny,” Lucifer smirked.

“Good bye little ones,” Cassiel smiled, stroking Owen’s cheek.

“Bye-bye,” he whimpered sadly.

“Will we ever see you again?” Bart asked. “I mean here on Earth.”

“No, the apocalypse is not set to happen for another five thousand years,” Michael said, “But you can never know when the next demon might strike.”

“Just try not to knock us up again,” Ted smiled, kissing Remy on the forehead.

“I’ll pass on the message to Gabriel,” Cassiel laughed, “And thank you, I’ve had a wonderful time with you all. Oh, and don’t forget angels will always be watching you.”

“Amen,” Viktor murmured as the three archangels vanished forever.

And so, every day from then forth, a soft whisper was whispered into the ears of the eleven miracle babies.

Angels will always be watching you.

I AM SOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO POST! I haven’t been following DC comics in a while sooo, yeah. It took a lot of effort to write this. Last year was just blurgh for me, my cousin died before Christmas 2007 and he just killed my muse with him. I got into SPN then, especially towards the end of 2008 when Castiel came into the series. I kept typing Castiel instead of Cassiel! Friggin SPN. And I keep picturing Misha Collins instead of Martha from Home and away. Not that I’m complaining… Oh and to top it off, my uncle (my cousin’s daddy) passed away about 2-3 months ago so there was another blow to my brain…

I’m good now.

I’ve just got one more thing left for you, the epilogue which will be what Viktor saw in the future.

This chapter was pretty long, but I just wanted to finish it now, so that you guys wouldn’t have to wait so long for the next chapters. I just hope it doesn’t seem too rushed. (pfft, rushed over a year and a half, I don’t think soo…)

gabbykat13: Thanks!

Heathenseyes: Sorry for making you wait so bloody long…

Lee: Thank you!

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Billie the fourth sage: You think the angels are bad here, you should read vessels…

Murdock129: I wouldn’t have added Phantom Stranger but I don’t know anything about the guy…

Empress Yugi: I don’t think there will be a sequel, but I’m pretty sure the epilogue should be cool… I hope.

Enigma: I was actually re-reading some parts to jog my memory, and man, Question’s delivery had me giggling!

CampionSayn: Thank yoou! You review twice and the second one reminded me I had a fiction to write! Thanks!

violin-girl22: Hehe, that’s like our school buses, but they come in different range of colours, no seatbelts as well…

AUSSIE KID: Thanks!!!! And Lol! Get Roy over the angels cant have sex thing is the funniest thing I’ve ever read. I promise there will be sex(so to speak, I don’t write porn I only read it) between a lot of the couples!