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forrest-bastard · 8 months

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Here's my fix-it for s2 ep 6, and hoe i imagine it going in my head before going to sleep every night the past month, Enjoy!

"It's probably best if I start off doing all the talking, you do all the listening, 'cause if I don't start talking now, I won't ever start talking, right?"

Crowley paces back and forth building sentenced in his head and scratching out parts, rewriting them again untill he thinks he has a solid ground to work from.

"Yes, so..." Just as he's opening his mouth to start talking Aziraphale puts up two fingers, indicating him to hold on a second.

"What's that lovely human expression? Oh, yes! Hold that thought!" He says, practically beeming.

Crowley can't help but wonder weather or not he's knowingly oblivious, or just ignoring the fact that he's standing there, hands in his pockets sweating. Aziraphale had always been good at knowing Crowleys emotions before himself, yet now, when he's the text book example of anxiety he has no clue.

"I have some incredibly good news to give you!" Aziraphale shines.

"Really?" Maybe Nina and Maggie caught him entering the shop, gave him the lesson and now He feels he has to be heroic and spill everything before Crowley does. That must be the case, Crowley thinks, thumbing with the end of his tie

"So, um... the Metatron, you know, I don't think he's as bad a fellow.." The Angel stars, looking around the shop not meeting Crowleys eyes.

"Well, I think I might've misjudged him. You see, I... Well, he said, um, that Gabriel obviously hadn't worked out... as Supreme Archangel and Commander of the Heavenly Host, and he asked who I thought should take over in Heaven now that Gabriel was gone." Aziraphales continues, laughing nervousley in-between segments.

"He said I was the only fit candidate, Me, an archangle, supreme archangel, and He said I could appoint you to be an angel. You could come back to Heaven and... and everything, like the old times. Only, even nicer." Aziraphale finished, looking at crowley with the softest eyes, and the smile that could melt glaciers.

"Right, and you told Him just where he could stick it, then?"

Everything was crumbling, 6000 years of hard work, self improvement and friendship. Crowley knew it was to much to ask, of course he would be second best to Heaven, he was a fool thinking otherwise.

Aziraphale responded with a confused look, opening his mouth to start saying something.

"Oh, we're better than that, you're better than that, Angel! You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not gonna be joining their team. Neither should you." He was pacing again, on the werge of ripping out his hair, and also falling to his knees sobbing. But he did neither, he stood, centimeters away, and looked at Aziraphale.

"But... Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you're the bad guys. But Heaven... Well, it's the side of truth, of light, of good." Aziraphale looked at Crowley with pain in his eyes.

Crowley, noticed, he saw, something was not right, Aziraphale had been spinning his ring this whole time. Wich meant that something was wrong.

"Tell me you said no?" He asked, taking a step closer and taking off his sunglasses.

Aziraphale looked at him, tears filling his eyes, not even blinking while he reached out his hand towards the demon.

"Crowley, I" he started taking one very trained step forward "I tried, somethings.."

Crowley took ahold of his hand, he knew it was to good to be true, but he was right, something was wrong, Aziraphale didn't want to leave.

"What's going on?" He tried asking holding the Angels hand as if he were to disappear any moment.

"He did something, I can't think" Aziraphale said, his vision going blurry.

"Okay, okay, shit" Crowley was now panicking, heaven wanted Aziraphale, Aziraphale did not want heaven, heaven would not agree to that, so they what, took controll. He had no intentions of thinking any further about what might happen now that he knew. He knew that they had tried, and he knew that Aziraphlae was strong enough to not want to leave earth, leave him, maybe.

"You know Jim, yeah?" Crowley started looking panicked, and angrier than ever, "let's do that miracle thing again, yeah, okay, good"

Aziraphales eyes gad slowly been filling up with tears that were silently falling down his cheeks. He did not dare move, if he did he was afraid he would loose conteoll over himself again. All he could do was squeeze Crowleys hand in agreement.

"Right" The demon said, taking one step closer to Azoraphale, close enough to be looking down upon him. "Just focus on anything you can, about this" he said motioning around, generally towards earth and humanity and all that, but mostly at the books, his books, his shop, his life. "Think about what you don't want to leave behind and I'll do all the rest, good, yes?"

Crowley took a deep breath and tried ti smile down at Aziraphale, giving him what he hoped was a encouraging smile, but it mostley looked like a furious grimace. Then he grabbed ahold of Azriaphales suit lapel and drawing him in.

Salt, was the only thing Crowley could taste, the salt of tears. Warm streams rolling down over his lips and down his chin. Aziraphle had managed to move placing his hands upon crowleys waist, gripping the fabric of his blazer.

Crowley had been there, everywhere, he had been there when Aziraphale first doubted, the soft breeze from the sea blowing salt into his face. He had wanted so to comfort, but he knew not how. He had stayed seated, offered his words instead of his warmth. Now he could do both. They had left him stranded, between Heaven and Hell, Crowley was furios. Aziraphale deserved to be admired, and he should have been feared aswell. Going against Heaven and Hell, more than once, yet never being free.

The room around them had been glowing. Passersby outside would have probably called the fire department, if they had noticed, but they didn't, and no one ever would. Neither Heaven nor Hell.

Crowley had relived six millennia, rewriting history, and Aziraphale had gone with him. They both thought of the same thing. The one thing on earth, and in the whole universe all other places that did not exist yet, they didn't want to leave. Eachother.

Neither of them would be able to tell how long they had stood there, breathing eachothers air, holding the other. But when they pulled apart, looking at eachother, they were glowing.

Aziraphale was radiating warmth, his hair itself buring like a halo. He looked up at The demon before him, seeing for the first time the gold in his eyes, and the burning tears that covered his flushed cheeks.

Crowley, who was staring at Aziraphale could see, as if for the first time, he saw freakels, like constellations across the angels face, glowing like the burning stars he had created.

"Are you alright? my dear" Aziraphale tentatively asked, slowly raising his hand to dry one tear that was making its way down Crowleys face. "You look a bit drained"

"S' fine, I'm good" He said, taking a moment to blink, for the first time. "I think" he starts letting go of Aziraphales suit, and instead letting his hands gently rest against the others chest. "I think we're good"

"I think so too, I can see you again" Aziraphale said.

"You, you couldn't before?" Crowley asked worried, angry and with the burning haterade for heaven.

"Ah, no" Aziraphale awnsered a bit sad, and also confused, as to why it had been an irreversible truth. "When I left him outside, Oh he's still here, he must be" Aziraphale was struck with panick, he had left the Metatron outside, and just forgotten about him.

Crowley took a few swift steps towards the window, gazibg through the blinds, and seeing an older gentleman, sipping quietly at his coffee.

"I think we're in the clear, but just in case let's stay in here" he said, going ovether to the door and switching the sign to closed, and looking the doors

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