Frank bowed his head instinctually as he entered the room in which God was awaiting him and Gerard, the bright light that always surrounded them blinding Frank's human eyes, forcing him to squint heavily while blinking back tears, an overwhelming sense of awe mingled with fear flowing through him as God's presence rushed over him.

Frank could now recall meeting God on several previous occasions, but this time was different, hell - it was borderline overwhelming, and it was taxing every muscle in Frank's body to continue following behind Brendon as he led him into the middle of the room, a soft sigh of relief escaping Frank's mouth when they finally came to a sudden halt.

Brendon and God exchanged a few words that didn't register in Frank's ears, he was too busy trying to capture the tattered shreds of his composure during the brief interlude he had been graced with, but before Frank was anywhere close to putting himself back together again, Brendon was inclining his head in God's direction, sending Frank a short wave while he exited the room with ground-eating strides.

Frank chanced a glance upward then, curious to see how God would appear to him this time, but he had barely gotten a glimpse of a diminutive child with red hair and freckled cheeks before he had to look away again, the mere sight of God had almost been too much for Frank to handle, and he was overcome with the sudden desire to grovel on the floor and beg forgiveness for any and all sins that he had ever committed during his numerous lifetimes.

"Welcome home my son," God spoke up just then, their melodic voice offsetting a series of tremors in Frank's small frame, and he silently cursed his frail human form that couldn't handle being face to face with God without wanting to break apart.

"Frank..." Gerard whispered from his position behind him, his hand blindly groping for Frank's as he shuffled toward him nervously, "why didn't you tell me that God is David Bowie?" Gerard asked in a hushed tone of voice, his innocent question causing Frank to release a sudden bark of laughter, the pressure in his chest dissipating by a small fraction thanks to his husband relieving the tension that had been threatening to crush it.

"God shows themselves differently to everyone love, but they aren't actually David Bowie," Frank chuckled fondly, leaning back into Gerard slightly, the warmth against his shoulder grounding him as well as giving him the strength to greet God, who was staring down at them with a soft smile on their lips.

"I thought you might enjoy this version of me," God smiled, inclining his head in Gerard's direction, leaving Frank to physically pry Gerard's fingers from his own to prevent his bones from being crushed as Gerard mumbled out something unintelligible.

"God," Frank spoke up, clearing his throat harshly before continuing, "I just wanted to say thank you for everything you did for Gerard and I, it means more to me than I can ever explain with words," Frank stammered out weakly, his eyes burning harshly as God focused their attention his way, enhancing the powerful effects of being in their vicinity that Frank was still struggling with.

"You deserved it Frank, and it warms my heart that you got to spend some happy years with your true love, but now Heaven needs your help once more, and we must ask you to put your humanity aside in order to aid us." God's face morphed into a solemn expression as they spoke, and Frank realized that God was upset, regretful even, and it was all for them. The epiphany released a sudden spike of fear in Frank's chest, but he ignored it when God continued speaking. "This is your last chance to change your mind, and if you so wish, I will send you back to Earth to live out whatever time this planet has left."

"No - we want to help," Gerard cut in, the wavering quality to his voice doing nothing to diminish the determination emitting off of him, "right Frank?" Gerard queried, gazing over at Frank with a nervous look plastered on his face.

"We aren't leaving," Frank nodded in affirmation, pulling Gerard closer to him in the process. "We won't turn our backs on the world, not if there is something we can do to change its fate, just tell us what we need to do."

"I knew you wouldn't let us down Frank," God exhaled in relief, their shimmering form stepping down from the slightly raised dais they had previously been standing on. "So if you are sure that you are ready for this step, I must change you back into your supernatural forms before my strength wanes any further."

"We are ready," Frank stated solemnly, tightening his hold on Gerard gently when he felt Gerard starting to shake slightly beside him.

"I will begin with you Frank, it will be the easiest transformation since your memories have already been restored, so I will only have your physical makeup to worry about."

"I understand," Frank responded warily, his hand instinctually running up and down Gerard's spine when his husband dug his fingers into his side, clutching tighter to Frank with each step that God took toward them.

"Stand in the middle of this circle, it will help channel my power, and keeping your mind blank will be beneficial as well. This process might be slightly painful, but if you relax, it should go smoothly since your mind already knows what you are."

"Okay - let's do this," Frank heaved out, extricating himself from his husband reluctantly so he could place his feet on the intricate design that God had stopped in front of, a strong tingling sensation flowing through his veins as soon as the soles of his sneakers made contact with the pattern.

"Close your eyes Frank, this will be over before you know it."

Frank did as God asked, his lids squeezing shut as he heard Gerard whimper slightly behind him. Frank ached to turn around and comfort his husband, to tell him that everything would be okay, but before he had the chance to move, God's hands landed heavily on his shoulders, the touch feeling akin to being grazed with a live wire, leaving Frank shaking slightly, his lip trapped between his teeth as he tried to suppress a groan of discomfort.

Frank found himself wondering for a moment when God had suddenly gotten taller than him, because in the childlike state they had chosen today, their head should barely have reached Frank's chest, but all his queries about logistics flew out of his brain as every one of his nerves endings began to tingle painfully, the uncomfortable sensation quickly transforming into full blown pain before barely a minute had passed.

Frank wanted to cry out, to release some of the agony he was experiencing as his bones and muscles writhed under his skin, but he kept his mouth pressed together in a firm line, unwilling to project his distress in the fear of upsetting his husband whose presence he could still feel hovering behind him despite the sensations that were currently taking up most of his concentration.

But just when Frank's knees were beginning to buckle under the strain, and the skin on his lip was starting to bleed from him biting on it so hard, his torment reached an end, the pangs in his limbs fading away into a dull ache that was much more bearable, allowing Frank to release a heavy sigh of relief as soon as he could breathe again.

"You can open your eyes now Frank," God's melodic voice rang out, so Frank did as they asked, noticing that the aura surrounding God had lessened slightly during the past few minutes, maybe because Frank was now an angel, or because he had used so much power returning Frank to his supernatural state, but either way, Frank felt much more comfortable around them now.

"Oh my god sugar..." Gerard whispered softly, the sound of his feet shuffling closer to him inspiring Frank to turn around so that Gerard would be the first thing he saw after his ordeal, and fuck - Gerard had a look of awe plastered across his face, his gaze was glued to an area slightly above Frank's head, and when Frank flexed his shoulders instinctually, he felt a pair of appendages shift behind him.

"My wings," Frank choked out, his neck craning around in an attempt to view the feathers that had once been so familiar to him.

"They are gorgeous," Gerard cooed, his hand tentatively reaching out as he came face to face with Frank, the pads of his fingers stroking them gently after receiving a nod of affirmation from Frank, "but is this one broken?" Gerard questioned worriedly, his eyebrows tugging together as he moved his attention to Frank's right pinion.

"Oh..." Frank gasped, now recalling the fact that his wing had been wounded in his fight with Lucifer all those years ago, but he had assumed that God could fix that as well, even though apparently that wasn't the case.

"Do not worry my son, Billie Joe has become quite an accomplished healer in the time since your separation, and he will be able to fix all of the former damage. I would have done it myself, but it is easier to restore you to the most current state you were last in as an angel, and I need to conserve what is left of my energy for Gerard, his reversal will be much more difficult."

"Because he..." Frank trailed off, a lump forming in his throat at just the thought of Gerard's death, even though he was obviously alive now, but it still hurt, and Frank was certain that it always would, no matter how much time had passed since the awful event had transpired.

"Died - yes. I will have to bring back a version of Gerard from the past, before the battle where I found you, which will be hard enough, but I also need to restore his memories as well. After that, my powers will be drained until the events of the seventh prophecy are over, so the rest is up to you and Gerard."

"We won't fail you," Frank promised solemnly, the enormity of this task that had been thrust upon them so suddenly weighing him down as God smiled up at him warmly.

"I know you won't," God answered, their eyes filling with pride as Gerard took Frank's hand in his in a form of silent agreement. "Now why don't you let Brendon show you to Billie's room while I take care of Gerard. This process might take some time, and healing your wing should be a quick procedure."

"I - uh, okay," Frank agreed reluctantly, something in God's tone making him hesitant to leave his husband, but he could trust that God would look after Gerard's wellbeing - right? "I will come back as soon as I can." Frank turned to Gerard, pressing his palm against his husband's cheek before placing a light kiss to his lips in the way of a farewell.

"I'll be fine Frankie, you worry about getting yourself fixed up," Gerard grinned against Frank's mouth, but Frank didn't miss the way his hands were trembling slightly, showcasing the nerves that he was so desperately trying to hide.

But despite his concerns about abandoning Gerard in an unfamiliar place, Frank forced himself to exit the room quickly, knowing that if he stayed for another minute, he wouldn't be able to leave at all, and disobeying a command from God was out of the question, even if it was worded as a simple suggestion.

Brendon met Frank outside of the door, his eyes lighting up when he caught sight of Frank's wings, but instead of saying something like Frank had been expecting, Brendon immediately began to walk away from him, motioning quickly with his hand that Frank should follow him.

"Whoa Bren, what's the hurry?" Frank tried to pass off his question as a lighthearted joke, but Brendon's odd behavior was making him even more nervous about leaving Gerard than he already was, causing Frank to pause his forward motion until Brendon was forced to stop as well.

"It's nothing." Brendon attempted to grin in what Frank assumed was supposed to be a reassuring manner, but his expression was off, and Frank knew that he was hiding something from him. "We should get going though, I think Billie had somewhere to be later, and we should get your wing healed as soon as possible so you can get used to flying again," Brendon rambled, the anxiousness in his tone unsettling Frank even further.

"Bren - what the hell is going on?" Frank demanded, crossing his arms harshly over his chest as he awaited a reply that wasn't full of bullshit, but whatever Brendon was about to say was cut off by a heart wrenching wail emitting from somewhere behind them, the sound arrowing straight to Frank's heart as he realized that it was Gerard who was screaming.

"Gerard?" Frank called out, but he didn't even wait for an answer before turning sharply on his heel and sprinting back the way he had come, ignoring Brendon's pleas for him to wait as he tried to yank the door open which had mysteriously closed behind him.

"Frank - please wait," Brendon cut in, trying to pry Frank away from the door as he spoke. "Gerard will be okay, his transformation is just more painful than yours since he has to experience his death again, but it will be over before you know it," Brendon begged, but Frank didn't want to listen to his excuses, so he swatted his friend's hand away, using his full strength to push open the stubborn obstruction that was keeping him from his husband.

Frank's momentum carried him forward a few feet before he nearly tumbled over his own shoes, allowing Brendon time to catch up with him, his arms wrapping around him in a vice-like fashion, leaving Frank trapped in place no matter how hard he struggled.

Frank's gaze immediately snapped to Gerard; he was standing in the same circle that Frank had been in only minutes ago, but he seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment. His arms were clutching his middle weakly, his eyes were squeezed shut as tears streamed down his cheeks, his mouth was gaping open as tormented sounds escaped his lips, and fuck - Frank had to stop this, he had to protect Gerard, regardless of whatever consequences followed his actions.

"Let me go!" Frank yelled, his small frame twisting and turning wildly in Brendon's hold, but his efforts produced no results, and the younger angel easily kept his firm grip on Frank.

"I can't Frank...if you touch him, it will make it even harder for God to finish it. Please trust me on this, you know we would never cause Gerard any pain on purpose, but this had to be done."

"I...I have to help him, he's hurting Bren," Frank gasped out, a second round of Gerard's screams piercing his ears as he did his best to block out the sound, Gerard's distress filling his eyes with tears as he gazed in his direction longingly.

"I know...I'm so sorry, we wanted to get you away so you didn't have to experience this, but it is almost over," Brendon apologized, and even though Frank was still furious with him, the broken tone to Brendon's words caused him to cease his struggles for a moment, it wasn't like they were producing any results anyway.

"It's okay Gee, I'm here," Frank whispered softly, even though he highly doubted that Gerard could hear him over his own cries, but he still meant every word, and he felt slightly better once they were uttered.

As Gerard continued to writhe and whimper, Frank gave up on trying to stay strong in front of Brendon and he allowed his knees to buckle underneath him, his body hitting the floor as he sobbed softly into his hands, wishing that this was all over so he could wrap Gerard in his arms and soothe away all of his aches and pains, so he could beg his forgiveness for ever getting him into this whole mess, so he could promise him that this was the last time he would have to experience such agony, even though Frank couldn't be certain that his words would hold any truthfulness, but he sure as hell was going to do his best to make sure that Gerard would never have to suffer like this ever again.

Well this took me way longer than I thought it would, but I finally managed to stop procrastinating and knock this out.

The story is actually starting to move along now, and I think I have the next few parts planned out, which might mean more updates, or it might not, we will have to see.

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