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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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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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