Aziraphale has to meet, for once, with a few of his superiors, on Earth. Perhaps Michael has heard of rumours regarding human activities (against heaven and/or hell) that need confirmation. He (and a few others) meet with Aziraphale at some random location in London (an innocuous tea shop?).
Anyway, they’re about mid-way through their meeting/discussion/interrogation, when suddenly a cellphone starts ringing. It actually belongs to Aziraphale, who has had it for less than a year.
(He was given it by a frustrated Crowley, who really needed to be in contact with Aziraphale right away at some point, but couldn’t, so as soon as he saw him again, he gave the angel a phone – he mostly uses it to annoy the angel, and has installed a plethora of annoying ringtones and calls him very often. Aziraphale still doesn’t understand how to read texts).
Only one person knows that number, so Aziraphale quietly excuses himself and answers (after half a minute of fumbling, because he’s still not used to the idea of cell phones).
It is, of course, Crowley. “Angel, you need to get out of there now.”
“Hello, my dear.” Aziraphale said, mildly. “I’m sure it can wait. You know that I’m meeting with, well...”
“Yes, yes, I know.” Crowley’s voice was impatient. “You didn’t think that Hell would pass up the opportunity to take down Michael when he’s in a mortal corporation?”
“What are you saying?”
“You heard me. Look, I’m coming to get you. I’ll be there soon. Just get OUT of that building.”
“...All right.” Aziraphale affirmed, dazed.
Aziraphale re-enters the room, looking worried. He barely gets a word out of his mouth before the window explodes behind him and he’s grabbed by a very pissed off, menacing Duke of Hell: Hastur. Michael, of course, draws his flaming sword immediately, but he’s an angel, and wouldn’t cut through one of his own, even if it would mean that he could kill a duke of hell.
They trade insults, and feints, but Aziraphale’s still choking and bleeding, and it looks like a stalemate until... A Bentley crashes through the wall, knocking down both Hastur and Aziraphale.
The driver yells “Get in!” and the car’s doors pop open of their own accord. Not seeing what else they can do, the angels grab their wounded and hop in. Crowley accelerates in reverse, and they leave Hastur behind, howling in rage.
Michael and the others don’t immediately realize that Crowley is a demon. Especially compared to Hastur, he doesn’t radiate much demonic energy, and he is helping them – he’s very concerned for Aziraphale. They only realize when they get to their destination that Crowley is The Serpent.
When, about halfway through the trip, Michael realizes just who – and what – Crowley is, and as a knee-jerk reaction tries to smite him.
“Not while I’m driving!” Crowley didn’t shriek. “For Go- He- for-for goodness sake wait till I park first. Do you want us all discorperated?”
For the Greater Good
Anyway, they’re about mid-way through their meeting/discussion/interrogation, when suddenly a cellphone starts ringing. It actually belongs to Aziraphale, who has had it for less than a year.
(He was given it by a frustrated Crowley, who really needed to be in contact with Aziraphale right away at some point, but couldn’t, so as soon as he saw him again, he gave the angel a phone – he mostly uses it to annoy the angel, and has installed a plethora of annoying ringtones and calls him very often. Aziraphale still doesn’t understand how to read texts).
Only one person knows that number, so Aziraphale quietly excuses himself and answers (after half a minute of fumbling, because he’s still not used to the idea of cell phones).
It is, of course, Crowley. “Angel, you need to get out of there now.”
“Hello, my dear.” Aziraphale said, mildly. “I’m sure it can wait. You know that I’m meeting with, well...”
“Yes, yes, I know.” Crowley’s voice was impatient. “You didn’t think that Hell would pass up the opportunity to take down Michael when he’s in a mortal corporation?”
“What are you saying?”
“You heard me. Look, I’m coming to get you. I’ll be there soon. Just get OUT of that building.”
“...All right.” Aziraphale affirmed, dazed.
Aziraphale re-enters the room, looking worried. He barely gets a word out of his mouth before the window explodes behind him and he’s grabbed by a very pissed off, menacing Duke of Hell: Hastur.
Michael, of course, draws his flaming sword immediately, but he’s an angel, and wouldn’t cut through one of his own, even if it would mean that he could kill a duke of hell.
They trade insults, and feints, but Aziraphale’s still choking and bleeding, and it looks like a stalemate until... A Bentley crashes through the wall, knocking down both Hastur and Aziraphale.
The driver yells “Get in!” and the car’s doors pop open of their own accord. Not seeing what else they can do, the angels grab their wounded and hop in. Crowley accelerates in reverse, and they leave Hastur behind, howling in rage.
Michael and the others don’t immediately realize that Crowley is a demon. Especially compared to Hastur, he doesn’t radiate much demonic energy, and he is helping them – he’s very concerned for Aziraphale. They only realize when they get to their destination that Crowley is The Serpent.
When, about halfway through the trip, Michael realizes just who – and what – Crowley is, and as a knee-jerk reaction tries to smite him.
“Not while I’m driving!” Crowley didn’t shriek. “For Go- He- for-for goodness sake wait till I park first. Do you want us all discorperated?”