Eventually Aziraphale sighed at Crowley’s ensuing silence, finally realizing that his being tight-lipped indicated that the demon was truly freaked out by whatever it was. He reached over and patted his counterpart on the knee. “I’m sure everything will be fine, my dear.”
Despite the comfort behind the gesture, Crowley jumped and the Bentley swerved with his shock. A couple in another car swerved as well, the driver giving Crowley a rude gesture.
“Watch out for that kitten!”
Crowley swore under his breath and miracled the kitten off the road. Aziraphale sighed in relief and relaxed. “See? Everything will be fine.”
Crowley continued staring straight ahead, composing himself and getting the car back under control. “Yeah,” he muttered, “It’ll be fine.”
“You don’t sound convinced.”
The demon gave an annoyed sigh. “Do I actually have to explain things? Can’t we just sort of keep – you great pillock, shut your bloody cake hole! – driving, in silence?”
Aziraphale turned to watch the car that Crowley had shouted at drive further away. “‘Shut your bloody cake hole’? That’s crude, even for you.”
Crowley looked embarrassed. “It just means mouth.”
“Oh. I was going to say, that sounds unappetizing to say the least.”
Aziraphale delighted in Crowley’s stifled smile. Nevertheless he needed to ask, “Crowley, I just packed up ten books and a laptop for a trip of an unknown length for an unknown reason; I think I deserve at least something of an explanation. Where are we even going?”
Crowley sighed. “I figured silence would be too much to ask of you.”
“No need to be even ruder.”
“Before I explain, just concentrate for a minute,” although it was hard, what with Crowley honking at someone he’d begun to tailgate, “Do you feel anything?”
Aziraphale closed his eyes and felt his way through the celestial and occult auras that he had grown accustomed to over the last six thousand years. The further the Bentley traveled, the more he could feel one particular power beckoning to him – “Oh, we’re going to see Adam? How nice, is it his birthday?”
Crowley took his eyes off the road to glance at him before admitting, “No, it’s not.” Then he grew angry, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the steering wheel. “This isn’t a sight-seeing trip, or a vacation!”
“Don’t lose your temper with me!” Aziraphale snapped tersely, “You won’t tell me what’s going on, so how am I supposed to know? In case you’ve forgotten, mind-reading is against the first rule of the Arrangement!”
“Well so is letting other demons rip you apart!” Crowley shot back. “Uh.”
Aziraphale turned his upper body in his seat and just stared.
“… … can we pretend you didn’t hear that?” the demon muttered, suddenly concentrating very hard on the windshield.
“We certainly can not!” Aziraphale exclaimed, “Who’s trying to kill you, Crowley! And why! Why didn’t you say something earlier – we certainly didn’t need to run, we could have…” The impact of what he was saying – someone wanted to hurt, kill Crowley – finally hit him and he slumped into the seat. “Oh dear.”
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Date: Saturday, 2 May 2009 04:42 (UTC)Despite the comfort behind the gesture, Crowley jumped and the Bentley swerved with his shock. A couple in another car swerved as well, the driver giving Crowley a rude gesture.
“Watch out for that kitten!”
Crowley swore under his breath and miracled the kitten off the road. Aziraphale sighed in relief and relaxed. “See? Everything will be fine.”
Crowley continued staring straight ahead, composing himself and getting the car back under control. “Yeah,” he muttered, “It’ll be fine.”
“You don’t sound convinced.”
The demon gave an annoyed sigh. “Do I actually have to explain things? Can’t we just sort of keep – you great pillock, shut your bloody cake hole! – driving, in silence?”
Aziraphale turned to watch the car that Crowley had shouted at drive further away. “‘Shut your bloody cake hole’? That’s crude, even for you.”
Crowley looked embarrassed. “It just means mouth.”
“Oh. I was going to say, that sounds unappetizing to say the least.”
Aziraphale delighted in Crowley’s stifled smile. Nevertheless he needed to ask, “Crowley, I just packed up ten books and a laptop for a trip of an unknown length for an unknown reason; I think I deserve at least something of an explanation. Where are we even going?”
Crowley sighed. “I figured silence would be too much to ask of you.”
“No need to be even ruder.”
“Before I explain, just concentrate for a minute,” although it was hard, what with Crowley honking at someone he’d begun to tailgate, “Do you feel anything?”
Aziraphale closed his eyes and felt his way through the celestial and occult auras that he had grown accustomed to over the last six thousand years. The further the Bentley traveled, the more he could feel one particular power beckoning to him – “Oh, we’re going to see Adam? How nice, is it his birthday?”
Crowley took his eyes off the road to glance at him before admitting, “No, it’s not.” Then he grew angry, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the steering wheel. “This isn’t a sight-seeing trip, or a vacation!”
“Don’t lose your temper with me!” Aziraphale snapped tersely, “You won’t tell me what’s going on, so how am I supposed to know? In case you’ve forgotten, mind-reading is against the first rule of the Arrangement!”
“Well so is letting other demons rip you apart!” Crowley shot back. “Uh.”
Aziraphale turned his upper body in his seat and just stared.
“… … can we pretend you didn’t hear that?” the demon muttered, suddenly concentrating very hard on the windshield.
“We certainly can not!” Aziraphale exclaimed, “Who’s trying to kill you, Crowley! And why! Why didn’t you say something earlier – we certainly didn’t need to run, we could have…” The impact of what he was saying – someone wanted to hurt, kill Crowley – finally hit him and he slumped into the seat. “Oh dear.”