A loud noise started screaming beside Crowleys bed. The demon slowly woke up and figured out that his phone was ringing. He didnt bother to open his eyes and grabed the phone.
"Who in the hell is this? D'you have any idea what hour it is?" He hissed sharply into the phone.
"Oh Crowley, I'm so glad you're awake!" Said a very familiar voice at the end of telephone.
"Angel?" Crowley mutterned something abstrusely and rolled over on his back.
"Crowley, were you sleeping? Did i wake you up?" Asked the Angel in worried tone.
"No... er- 's fine. Ehh i'm awake. What is it Angel?"
"You see... I somehow found myself being on the edge of London. And here's this awful weather-"
"Wait you just like suddenly poped there or what?" He opened his eyes and checked the window. Sky was all dark and trees were bending unther the strong wind. Suddenly a lightning crossed the sky.
"Of coruse not, you know, i was on something, doing some blessings at orphanhouse here..." his voice was nervous and he spoke quickly. "I've got stucked there for a bit longer than i originally planned."
At the moment, Aziraphale was actually crouching in an old phonecell covering himself from terrifying storm, whom he was actually scared of. It was fortune he knew Crowleys phone number by memory.
There was a sound of thunder and Aziraphale gasped of fear.
"Got it... err, 'you all right Angel?"
"You're scared of storm."
"No i'm not! Even if out here it seems rather scary... you know i just wondered... there are no cabs in the area-"
"I'll come for you, don't worry."
"-Oh-oh thank you Crowley that would be very lovely of you" he said as if it wasn't where he was trying to get.
Some strange noises came from phone.
"Err yep, just getting dressed." Another thunder came out of phone. This one was much louder than the previous one. Angel gasped. Crowley was sure Aziraphale was afraid. There was something wrong with his tone. He knew his nervous angel and that he need something to calm him down the sooner the better.
"You want me to stay on phone with you Angel?" It was the only thing that came to his mind.
"Oh- that would be very kind of you."
"Right, I'm coming. Give me 20 minutes. Or err could make it 15." Mutterd Crowley more for himself than for Aziraphale.
"Crowley! please, drive safely!"
"Yeah all right all right whatever..."
Crowley quickly grabbed an umbrella and made his way out from his flat. He ran across rainy street to his car, opening it with a snap of his fingers. He started the bentley and the car left the street.
He heard Aziraphales heavy breath.
"Angel, are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes I am perfectly fine." Said the Angel While his voice cracked.
"Right." Crowley have known this tone of voice and also that the Angel wasnt perfectly fine at all. He started to worry. He wanted to help him but didn't know how.
"Err so, at that orphan hostpital, what exactly were you doing there?" He tried conversating.
"Oh nothing special. Just had to heal one child thats all."
"You stayed there 'till half past two in the morning just to heal one child? Thats nonsense."
Aziraphale mutterned something chaoticly.
"Look Angel, I can see you're not fine. Tell me whats happening."
"I'm fine Crowley, really, nothing to worry about. Absolutly tickety boo." Said Angel quickly.
"Aziraphale, please, tell me what's happening," he tried softly, "maybe I can help."
"You're helping Crowley."
"Alright. Didn't wanna do it this way, but if you won't tell me what's going on, i'm going to push down that pedal and i'm going to be there in ten minutes."
"Crowley! Alright alright..."
"So you healed them all? And you miracled that families will adopt them?"
"Yes. -you aren't actually driving too fast are you?"
Crowley gave a accelometer quick eye and slowed down a little.
"Heaven told me to heal only one, I shouldn't do that. I just- I couldn't help myself." Now the Angel was sobbing softly in to the telephone. Crowley did speed up a little at the end.
"They-they are just children. I-I know heaven has great planes for them but I don't suppose they're here on earth... they are ... innocent they don't deserve this."
"I know Angel, I know, they don't. You know about Almighties plans, misteriou and..."
"Exactly. Maybe this was a part of it?"
"What if not? It certainly wasn't! What if I ruined their lives?" The storm was getting louder and Aziraphales voice began to shiver.
"I just- they don't have anyone. They're all alone in this world. They deserve somene who would love them."
"Yeah... guess you're right. Angel, I'm here, don't go out of telephone cell."
Suddenly the bentley appeard at the road. Aziraphale would swear (if he did ever swear) that since he called Crowley, it hadn't passed more than 15 minutes.
Crowley stepped out from driver seat with an umbrela above him and ran through the rain towards the cell. Aziraphale oppened the door.
"Crowley-" he sobbed. He looked at him as a frightened puppy who got lost.
Crowley grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him towards him. He wrapped his arms around his back and hold still an umbrela beyond them.
Angel was a bit surprised by this. It was so lovely thing for a demon to do. He grabbed Crowleys jacket and burried his head in his chest.
"It's alright now Angel, don't worry, I'm here." He said gently and stroke Aziraphales back with his hands.
Angel didn't try to hide tears anymore and started crying. But he didnt feel embarrased. He felt completly safe. He felt he can do and say whatever he wanted to without being judged (too badly). He didn't feel safe with other angels or in Heaven. He felt safe with a demon. The demon he trusted more than anyone.
He felt the warmth of his demon, his soothing breath on his hair, as his chest went slowly up and down.
"You're an Angel, you can't ruin anyones life. Almighty will change Her plans and take care of them. Isn’t that what She prommised them?"
Angel sobbed softly into his chest and hugged him tighter. So did Crowley in responce.
A loud thunder screamed nearby. Aziraphale shuddered.
"Right," Crowley pulled away a bit, "let's go home."
Angel nodded. Crowley held an umbrella above Aziraphale as he get into the car, then run around car and sat at drivers seat. Aziraphale was wiping his tears and trying to cope up.
"You want me to change weather for you?"
"Oh no dear, I feel perfectly safe now thank you." Responded Angel avoiding eye kontact.
"Alright i'll take you home then." He said as he started the Bentley and they set off.
Aziraphale smiled a little as an agreement.
"Actually, my place is closer, we can go there if you're okay with it."
Aziraphale smiled at the -we-.
"It doesn't matter where we go, I just want you to be there with me." He said almost whispering.
Crowley turned his head to look at him, but didn't say nothing. He just looked at him, his yellow eyes were stuck at him with so much love and care, that shouldn't be in any demons eyes. Maybe with a little surprise. He than faced the road again and gently took alohld of Aziraphales hand.
"You feel like home to me too Angel. You did for ages." He said.
Aziraphale fighted the urge to say Crowley to drive carefully with both hands on wheel, but instead took Crowleys hand into his and squeezed it softly.
"You did the right thing, if you ask me." He said after a while. Aziraphale faced him. Crowley was still concentrated at the road.
"You know, with families, loved ones..." he stroke his hand gently and Aziraphale felt sudden hot wave rush through his chest.
He wanted to say Crowley so much at the moment. How he felt about him, how much he loved him. How much he appreciated everything Crowley was doing for him and thank him for all the care he had for the angel. But he only managed to say:
"Thank you my dear. I really do hope so." And gently squeezed his hand.
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