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Time: May 1st
Place: The basement
Status: Private (Aziraphale, Crowley)-Complete
Summary: Crowley wakes up in Aziraphale’s lap.

Crowley made a wet sounding hiss and opened his eyes, meeting the angel’s even through his shades. Aziraphale was frowning down at Crowley, that ridge was between the angel's eyebrows (the one he always got when upset), and he was biting his lower lip. Then the Serpent saw the ‘dungeon’ and Beelzebub had melted away, yet somehow his mouth was still full of blood and his world was still full of pain.

“fig’ressss,” Crowley gargled, able to talk only by virtue of the fact that his counterpart was healing him. He managed a shaky smile. “Fin’lly get in y’lap an’ I’m Endin’.”

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Aziraphale blinked. "Did I... No, but I did get some of my vertebrae crushed, although you healed that." His neck was still sore and cracked a bit when he moved it, but he'd take that. His energies needed to be focused on Crowley at the moment. "You, however, were stabbed in the back."

Just in case Crowley forgot what had happened, which apparently he had...

Crowley nodded, one of the few movements that didn't aggravate his (now almost healed) wound. "I know that, it'sss jussst....what y'sssaid..."

"What I said? That I care about you? Of course I do, dear. You ought to know that by now, you silly thing," the angel said calmly, soothingly running his fingers through Crowley's hair.

"That isssn't why you were at the End, though," Crowley muttered.

They were getting on shaky territory, what with this 'feelings' business. Demons didn't have feelings other than rage and smugness and lust and other demony emotions. And if they DID they didn't go around talking about them. Then again, Crowley thought with a sigh as he realized he was rather comfortable on his-the-angel's lap and getting his hair stroked, he'd never been a particularly good demon.

"Of course it was," Aziraphale reminded him. "I only knew about ti because of you, first of all, and second of all, you convinced me to defy my superiors and fight against someone I thought at the time was the Lord. I wouldn't have done it for just anyone. You're special to me, dear, and I'm a bit hurt you didn't know that already."

Special indeed. Aziraphale was blushing now. He really should just shut up about it all, but the words kept coming out anyway, and Crowley would likely forget this later, and even if Crowley remembered, who knew what "special" even meant?

Aziraphale certainly didn't.

"You convinced me, actually. At the END End. I wanted to bugger off BEFORE the Boss came. You were the one being all heroic," Crowley said this guiltily, as again, he shouldn't have stayed with him at that point, but it seemed that where Aziraphale was concerned 'shouldn't' was the word of choice.

Crowley....
...shouldn't care about Aziraphale.
...shouldn't be wondering WTF 'special' meant.
...shouldn't be nearly purring at the comfort of being on his angel, and petted by him.
...shouldn't have approached him in Eden.
...shouldn't have agreed to the Arrangement.
...shouldn't have stood with him at the End.
...shouldn't have plotted with him before hand to try and taint the Antichrist.
...shouldn't have run into a burning building thus risking his corporation after him.
...shouldn't have grabbed him and ran for help the second he knew the angel was in danger.
...shouldn't feel this way about the angel.

Ngk. WHAT way? But then again, Crowley knew all too well that he really really really couldn't face the answer to that question.

Edited 2010-06-30 18:32 (UTC)

Aziraphale chuckled. "I remember that. Sad that I had to convince you to join me by pointing out that there was nowhere to go..." He sighed and continued to stroke Crowley's hair and face, feeling more comfortable now than he had in ages. "Are you feeling any healthier now? I don't recommend we leave here, but I'd feel better knowing you're feeling better."

"I was trying to convince you to come with me," he replied, before momentarily closing his eyes and letting himself bask for a second in how comfortable he was where he was. After that, he cleared his throat. "I think I'm fine."

With that, Crowley pushed himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the stone wall. "And you're right, you should stay here, but I'm leaving."

Beneath his shades, Crowley blinked. He hadn't planned on saying that. What the bugger was he up to? Oh. Right. The nightmare. He wasn't going to let that happen, and he wasn't going to hand around awkwardly, and if he had to fight his way out of here and/or even go find Beelzebub and challenge him personally, he'd do it to protect Aziraphale, and to protect his own denial. He just needed to find a demonic excuse for his actions to justify them to himself, but the one that was at the back of the Serpent's mind was not demonic nor anything he wanted to admit.

Edited 2010-06-30 19:10 (UTC)

Aziraphale shook his head, placing a hand on Crowley's shoulder. "Absolutely not. You're going nowhere without me, not with you in this condition and not with who-knows-what-else outside of this room. We need to stay together and we're going to be doing just that."

Crowley sighed heavily. "You do recall the nightmare you just had?"

"The one that broke my neck and stabbed you through the chest? Yes, I believe I do," Aziraphale replied with a raised eyebrow. "Your point being?"

"I'd think you'd WANT me to leave." Crowley didn't look in the angel's direction. He should stay away from Aziraphale in order to better protect him, even from Crowley himself.

Edited 2010-06-30 19:24 (UTC)

Aziraphale shook his head. "Quite the contrary. You see, logically speaking... I long realised that you would never betray me." Of course he'd had the inkling once, planted there by Gabriel, but he'd gotten over it. "Which means that aspect of the nightmare was from you." He gently touched Crowley's cheek. "Thank you, again, dear."

"From...me?" Crowley paused, then without thinking leaned into the hand on his face. So few people touched him. Actually, he preferred it that way but this...this was...well, it wasn't horrible.*

All of a sudden Crowley gasped and shot to his feet. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

Crowley had realized something. It had been his nightmare. Why would his nightmare be betraying Aziraphale? WHY would his touch not feel awful? WHY would he risk his Existence for the angel's?

"Oh fuck," he said again, for clarity's sake, before he staggered toward the stairs, determined to get OUT of there.

*In demon, that means nice.

Edited 2010-06-30 19:35 (UTC)

Aziraphale walked Crowley stagger away before it registered that the demon was fleeing. From him.

"Crowley!" he snapped, standing up and quickly walking after him, taking his arm. "Calm down! Just because you worry for my safety doesn't mean you ought to be ashamed of yourself. And watch your language."

"Ngk." Crowley shook his head to clear it, then pulled his arm away. "I-angel-I-" The Serpent hissed in frustration. "I have to go!"

With that, he started up the stairs. He was moving shakily but after 6000+ years of drinking (usually with the angel with him) he was a master of speed even when not steady on his feet.

Aziraphale scowled and chased him up the stairs, grabbing his shirt.

All of a sudden, the quick movements and racing caused a stab of pain in his neck and he, still holding on to Crowley's shirt, cried out suddenly and fell backwards, bringing the demon with him.

Bloody f - something!

Using his supreme swiftness and flexibility that came from being the Serpent, Crowley flipped them in the air so that he landed on the bottom, shielding Aziraphale from the fall. When he hit the area that had been injured and was still sore, and as a consequence of that and slamming his head into the concrete, Crowley blacked out.

Aziraphale grimaced, looking Crowley over to make sure the poor thing hadn't split his head open.

That had been so... odd.

Resolving to keep him safe lest they be attacked, Aziraphale curled up next to him and prayed that dawn would come soon.

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