Nobody Cares
"No, no, no. No!" Crowley yelled as he witnessed the humans nail Jesus to the cross. He turned to look at Aziraphale with a desperate look on his face. "Can you not make them stop?"
Aziraphale shook his head with his brows furrowed and a sinking feeling in his heart. "I am not the authority here in Jerusalem. I'm only meant to follow what the people upstairs say," he said and swallowed.
"You mean these are Heaven's orders? Why? What did he even do?" Crowley's desperation had been turned into anger, going by his tone.
"Not Heaven's orders, per se," the Angel said, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows, in an attempt at reasoning, "but they have explicitly told me not to interfere with the humans' job."
Aziraphale swallowed after realising how equally horrible that sounded. But what was he to do? He was obeying the rules, was that not good? That was what Angels were expected to do, weren't they? Good, at all times?
When Crowley stared at him incredulously, Aziraphale cleared his throat. "I'm expected to be here and ensure the job carries on without any interference."
"By 'job' you mean brutally hammering nails into someone's body against a cross, after stripping them in front of everyone?" Crowley asked in a low voice and lowered his glasses. The piercing yellow eyes never failed to make the Angel's heart race.
Aziraphale broke eye contact after a long moment and stared at the ground as all three crosses had been hoisted, and the humans were waiting to go home. At that moment, he wondered the difference between a human and a demon in terms of moral standpoints for the first time.
"What did he do?" Crowley asked again.
Aziraphale kept staring at the ground. "Questioned too much."
That made the Demon shut up. When Aziraphale looked up at him, Crowley swallowed visibly and nodded.
*
Later that night, Crowley and Aziraphale found themselves amid a tribal celebration in Western Europe.
Distant from all the humans socialising with each other, they sat down on the ground, leaning against a tree, observing their surroundings.
Crowley was sitting right next to Aziraphale with a drink in his hand. Aziraphale sighed, staring ahead; still upset with what they had to witness during the daytime.
"Was it the idea of your lot?" asked Aziraphale, looking at the Demon, marvelling at the bright moonlight that illuminated his handsome face.
No matter how much he trusted Crowley, he knew no one else in Hell with even an ounce of compassion.
Crowley sipped from his goblet. "What, capital punishment of an innocent individual? In a way which was that brutally creative and humiliating? I think you give too much credit to the demons' intellect." He paused for a second to look at Aziraphale out of the corner of his eye. "Only humans are capable of this, after all."
Aziraphale shuddered internally and broke his gaze from Crowley's face. "It went too far this time, don't you think?"
"Yes, well." Crowley cleared his throat. "Not that Heaven is any better."
"Crowley -"
"Humanity had only begun to heal because of his teachings, angel! At least in Israel. Heaven could have done something to stop that. And they did not."
Aziraphale bit his lower lip. "Now, who are we to question God's plan." He winced at his own words.
Somehow, they sounded idiotic even to himself.
Crowley let out a bitter laugh. "Or what? They'll publicly have the humans crucify us too?"
Aziraphale took a deep breath. "I didn't say that."
Crowley shrugged. "Everything is over now. Nobody cares."
Aziraphale parted his lips and tried to protest. "Crowley that's not -" he cut himself off. He could think of nothing to counter that.
A long silence fell between the two of them. Crowley kept drinking from his goblet. Just when Aziraphale decided to change their location, Crowley began to speak.
"Listen."
Aziraphale turned to look at Crowley again.
"Time and again, it's been established that when it comes to showing some basic kindness to any living creature, Heaven and Hell prove that they're the two sides of the same coin. They are both horrible places..."
Aziraphale held up his forefinger, trying to interrupt.
"...and trust me when I say that! I would know." Crowley inhaled deeply and tightened the grip on his goblet. They had locked their eyes with each other. "You and I, on the other hand, are better than that. You keep talking about the good side and the bad, and that Demons and Angels have to pick their respective ones."
Aziraphale nodded, and let Crowley continue without any further interruptions.
"I agree with that, to some extent. But you and I - I think we're different." He paused and looked at Aziraphale with expectation. "Come on, you can't deny this, can you?"
Aziraphale furrowed his brows. "I suppose, I can't. So what?"
"So, we can pick our own sides. We can be on the same side. One that's separated and free from the shackles of Heaven and Hell." Crowley reached out for Aziraphale's hand and held it in his own.
Aziraphale stared at the joint hands. He looked up at Crowley and was taken aback by the amount of pain and longing in his eyes.
Suddenly, it dawned upon him. He thought he had a faint idea of where this was going. Aziraphale entwined their fingers and squeezed Crowley's hand.
"What do you say, angel?"
"Are you saying..." he couldn't breathe.
Crowley just nodded.
Aziraphale did not know how to feel. This was just what he had wanted: to be with Crowley together forever.
But at the same time, he was an angel. This could go wrong on so many levels. Also, uniting with a demon, wouldn't that be disloyalty?
He was never taught that in Heaven. Aziraphale did not care how much his input was always neglected in Heaven by other angels. He had his duties to fulfill.
But Crowley's fingers interlocked with his, how could he let go of that?
Aziraphale swallowed. "I don't know what to say." Crowley's mouth was turned upside down. "Neither of our lots would approve of this. They'll call us traitors."
"Nobody cares, Aziraphale," said Crowley with a shaking voice. "They didn't care about us today. Then why should we?"
"We could end up in big trouble."
"Not if we're together."
"What if they give you the Holy Water?"
"After having lived with you, in that way, even for a few hours? Worth it."
Aziraphale's breath became shallow. The corners of his eyes stang. "Oh, Crowley," he said and grabbed the front of Crowley's black fabric to pull him close.
The moment their lips met, Aziraphale sighed in satisfaction. Crowley pulled away a bit to remove his glasses before placing his hands on Aziraphale's face.
Their mouths opened and moved together in a synchronised fashion, and the kiss just felt right.
This was where Aziraphale belonged - with Crowley.
They continued to kiss under the tree; bright moonlight lightening the mood. One would call it groundbreaking, give them hell - quite literally so - for being rebellious, but Aziraphale could not bring himself to care that night.
He just revelled in the warmth and softness of Crowley's lips against his with his eyes closed. Aziraphale loved the little breaths Crowley was letting out on his lips in the middle of the kisses, and he never wanted this moment to end.
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AN: And voila! My first fic in Good Omens fandom. I enjoyed participating in this month's challenge. ☺ See you later.
Sherlock September Challenge.
Prompts Moonlight and Kiss by @onesmallfamily
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