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Inevitable - Good Omens (TV) one shot fic

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(Inspired by @alicerovai Falling comic)

Tags: Angst/Comfort, Ending AU, Memory Loss, Protective Aziraphale

"Wait, wait! This is actually all my doing. I, uh tempted the angel, he was… under my spell! Yeah, that's it." Crowley flexed his chest towards the group gathered around them - Archangels and Dukes of Hell alike, encircling them like predators surround their prey.

It wasn’t a complete surprise it came to this - they had the trial coming. Especially after their contribution to the Apocalypse, but he’ll be damned if he didn't at least try to save his best friend.

"And what spell would that be?" A being with a frog on his head that was the epitome of lack of style stepped forward.

"I don't expect you to understand, Hastur." Crowley hissed back.

Gabriel chuckled, his expression something between pity and amusement. It was clear he was enjoying this whole situation way too much. He moved closer to Aziraphale, not even sparing him a glance and suddenly Crowley was sure that if his hands weren’t currently bound with anti-miracling shackles, he would slap that smile off his face in an instance.

"Look at him, despite everything you have done, he's still trying to save you." Crowley was ready to deny any words that came from the Archangel's mouth, was ready to scoff, sneer and laugh. He could feel it coming in his throat and then he noticed something odd. Gabriel stopped in front of Aziraphale, who pinned his gaze to the ground. His heart momentarily plummeted down his ribcage.

"What- What are you talking about?" Crowley frowned, pulling on all his strength to sound as casual as possible. Gabriel’s smirk widened.

"Don't be cruel, Aziraphale, tell your demon."

"Tell me... what, angel…?"

All this time Aziraphale was standing next to him. So close that if Crowley’s hands were free he could reach out and touch him, but suddenly he felt distant as if a chasm has opened between them. The angel’s gaze was fixed on the floor and his frame shrunk somehow. Whatever Gabriel was referring to, it pained the angel to even think about and that was the absolute worst part. One day you are going to pay for it, Crowley promised himself.

Aziraphale sighed heavily and it was as if the world depended on it. "I- We… have a history".

Crowley would frown even more if it was humanly possible.That's it? "What are you talking about? Of course we do, I've known you for six thousand years.".

It should have explained everything. It didn’t. Aziraphale's eyes remained dark and fixed on the floor. He knew his angel inside and out, didn't he…? Aziraphale swallowed loudly and Crowley felt the hot wire in his stomach pull stronger.

"There was… more and I- I had to..." Aziraphale stammered and the rest of the sentence never made it out. Crowley could see silvery drops appearing in his bright blue eyes, and wished it was over already.

"He wiped your memories of it.". Beelzebub finished flatly.

Crowley started to laugh, he had every right to laugh. It was a joke, wasn't it? He looked between Beelzebub, Hastur and other demons - they all had the same blank expression, except for Gabriel - he was beaming. Crowley's laugh died in his throat.

"An- angel?"

He could feel his heart pounding desperately in his chest. All of a sudden nothing else mattered. The trial didn’t matter, what will happen to them didn’t matter. There were only the two of them - angel and a demon who put all his faith in his best friend.

Aziraphale hung his head on his side and made a nod so subtle it was almost unnoticeable.

Crowley swallowed, suddenly weak in his knees. There were so many conflicting emotions flooding his heart he didn't know how to react. He was happy and angry, and scared. But not at any point was he angry at Aziraphale. If there was one thing he was sure about in this world, it was his angel being pure and just, and kind.

It makes so much sense, first thought broke through his hazy now mind - the unexplainable ache in his heart when they met, the feeling of being at peace, of belonging, of home. It made so much sense.

A slow clap jolted him back to reality.

"I'm touched, truly." Gabriel said pretending to wipe a tear off his eye. Crolwey's eyes were all daggers and sharp objects. "And believe me I'd love to continue watching this, but unfortunately we're on a tight schedule tonight. I don’t suppose anyone needs any more evidence?”

He addressed those present and faces on both sides, both known and unfamiliar nodded in agreement.

"Take them away, so we can prepare thingzz here." Belzebub ordered.

Sandalphon shuffled awkwardly towards them and pushed harshly away from the crowd. They walked side by side in silence, Aziraphale looking at the ground and Crowley wishing for another world where they could just be.

The cell was freshly made just for the two of them. Of course, why would Heaven have them in stock? Anything that wasn’t up to their standard was dropped down Below.

The place itself was clearly Sandalphon's afterthought, resembling good old Sodomah's dusty streets. There was even a small window with bars through which they could look out on the sterile corridor. I suppose that’s how they imagine Hell, Crowley mused.

Sandalphon exposed his golden teeth in a grin as he closed the doors behind them and disappeared. The shackles vanished and Crowley snapped his fingers at once, but nothing happened. The space was miracle-free.

Aziraphale shuffled nervously and curled against the wall in silence, hiding face in his arms. Nervous as he was, Crowley sat next to him, repressing his own anxiety, he had to.

He didn't know what to do, but Aziraphale's hands were only mere inches away and for the first time not off limits, for the first time he knew they belonged together. Not able to wait any longer, Crowley reached out and traced his fingers on the angel's open palm. For the first time feeling its softness and warmth. Feeling that they fit perfectly together.

As soon as Crowley closed his hand on the angel’s, he latched onto it, interweaving them together as if he was the one waiting for it for six thousand years. Aziraphale raised his head and two streams instantly run down his face.

"Crowley I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, all this for… for… nothing."

With nothing to hold him back anymore Crowley's hungry hands shot out of his body at once to hold Aziraphale's cheeks, tracing his features trying to remember anything. And there was also the question, squirming at the tip of his tongue, scalding it with impossible precision.

"Angel… Why did you do it?" Somehow it's easier with Aziraphale's face cupped in both of his hands. He wipes every tear that starts rolling down with his thumbs. "Why did you do it, angel?" Crowley’s voice turned to whisper and he kissed the next tear off his cheek.

"Because..." Aziraphale's voice was shaking, but at least they were together now, truly together. "...you asked me to."

Crowley froze as an icy coldness made way to his heart, engulfing it. His mouth went completely dry and he is sure his face was a whiter shade of pale. He licked his lips before asking the question he didn’t want to know the answer to. "Why…?"

"Ah, my dear.

Blue eyes looked at him with a mixture of inexpressible devotion and pain, and a potential blush Crowley can't believe is really there "Where do I start?"

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