Aziraphale and Crowley Arrive

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Date: March 17, 2003 (?)
Place: London, Soho, then the road on the way to Lower Tadfield, then the Tadfield Manor
Status: Public (Complete!)
Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale arrive

 

 Anthony J. Crowley, the Serpent and Flash Bastard, was headed toward Soho in his ’26 Bentley. This was not an unusual occurrence. However, he did not have his usual serpentine smirk as he defied nearly every traffic law and occasionally the law of gravity while ripping down the streets of London. He didn’t even look put out or pissed off, two other expressions he occasionally donned while heading in that direction. At the moment, the demon actually looked something close to worried. (He still appeared Flash, though, he always did.)

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“Nonsense, my dear.”

Aziraphale was completely overwhelmed. Crowley had inadvertently revealed that Beelzebub wanted him dead, and Beelzebub was in the house. But in theory Adam would (eventually – Aziraphale could sense his absence) be in the house as well, and now Belial (THE Belial!) was offering sanctuary…

There would be time for thinking of such things at a later time. For right now, Aziraphale wanted some calm, some time for him to sort the facts out, a bit of a reprieve so that Crowley would quit being so jumpy. Case in point, when Aziraphale spoke Crowley startled as if he had slapped him.

“I’m sure whatever quarrel Mr. Beelzebub has with myself can be solved diplomatically. Besides, there’s no sense running any further, as I’m certain there’s nowhere safer than right here, under the benevolent protection of Mr. Belial.”

Crowley continued to look uncertain.

“I wonder if the manor has nice rooms; I’ve been here before, obviously, but have never spent the night. Oh well, I suppose I shall find out, yes?” He nodded to Belial, ignoring the incredulous glance Crowley was now giving him. “Thank you again, Mr. Belial.”

To prove his point more thoroughly, he approached the front desk, where Ms. Hodges was now waiting expectantly, having heard them entering, apparently. After asking her if she had had good dreams lately (she blushed and indicated she had), Aziraphale requested two rooms for him and Mr. Crowley, close to each other (because who knew what sort of silliness Crowley would get up to if left unattended?), please.

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Ms. Hodges indicated she had two large suites available, but they were adjoining--would that be a problem?

Crowley huffed and gave Aziraphale a cool, disdainful, I-am-not-Pleased, look. He did NOT want to be staying here in the first place, but if that stupid angel was going to, and it seemed he was (and once he decided to do something he stuck through with it no matter how idiotic), well...

"That's fine," Crowley replied curtly. "Thanks."

The keys were handed over and the demon let out a sigh. For better or worse, they had arrived.