My Angel, My Muse

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Good Omens, or any of the claimer: characters. They all belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaimen. If you haven’t read them, you should...really quite good.

Thank you guys for the reviews, its really cool of you. I'm sorry chapter 4 was kinda eh, but I hope that you wont be too disappointed with number 5. ^__^

Just so you know, I have been on this kick with a certain song, called "Why Dont You and I" By Santana Featuring Chad Kroeger. ::sigh:: So if it has tainted this, I'm sorry.

God strolled down his steps, of cold white marble, the banister etched in gold, and out into heaven. "Metatron?"

SIR? YOU'RE HERE SIR? I -

"Yes, I am here. I want you to go and take a break for a bit. I'll take over."

YES SIR, BUT -

"But nothing, I should do my job at least a third of the time." As Metatron wallowed away God peered into his telescope.

Chapter Five - End of the World

Aziraphale opened his eyes slowly and looked around as much as he could from his position. Everything that had happened the night previous came back to him in a wave. He remembered where he was though, and allowed his mind to relax. He blinked his eyes. Even that was giving him trouble, though not too much, but the rest of his body was screaming.

A shuffle of feet in panic, then a pair of golden colored eyes looking directly into a pair of silent blue ones. "You're awake?"

If Aziraphale could have, he would have smiled. Blink.

Crowley's head fell in obvious relief. "Angel," he said pushing himself into a sitting position on the floor beside the couch where Aziraphale could still see his face, "I thought you'd gone and died again."

So, you were worried about me?

"You were just laying there, and I was talking to you, and all of the sudden your eyes had closed." Crowley sighed again, and raked his hands through his hair.

Aziraphale noted his lack of sleep.

"You are okay, I mean, no worse than yesterday then?"

Aziraphale thought. No worse than yesterday. Blink.

Crowley nodded. "Do you remember everything that has happened to you?"

The angel remembered Hastur's touch, and the liquid fire consuming his insides. He remembered Hastur's kiss.

"Angel?"

Aziraphale closed his eyes. He remembered blasting Hastur, the highpoint of the evening, but he didnt remember anything that happened after Hastur threw him into the bathroom. Oh, the bath tub. I hit my head.

Crowley was looking him in the eyes, waiting.

Blink.

Crowley sighed. That was good. He wouldn’t have to tell the angel about his wings. He still wanted to check them though, in better light. "I am going to lean you forward for a minute then, alright? I just want to see."

Aziraphale's eyes filled up with questions. What does he need to see?

"I'll try not to hurt you."

Blink.

Crowley stood up and reached, very gingerly around the angel, leaning him forward. There was blood on the couch, but at least Aziraphale had stopped bleeding. On the angels back were two long curved, and visibly deep wounds. Crowley winced, and laid him slowly back down.

"It's not so bad," he lied, "and you've stopped bleeding."

Aziraphale let his eyes widen in horror. He hadn’t been bleeding as far as he could remember.

Crowley looked at him. "You said that you- I thought you said...YOU BLINKED!"

Aziraphale did his best to be angry, but he couldn’t pull it off when he saw the demons eyes. You are worried.

Crowley stood up, as if to shake the conversation. He really didn’t fancy telling the angel that his wings were missing.

Aziraphale willed his eyes to burn a hole into the demons back.

When Crowley turned back around he almost flinched. The angel did look so pale. It was frightening. “You’ve – you’ve lost your – you’ve…” He didn’t know subtle way to tell an angel that someone ripped his wings off. Who could blame him? He didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was.

What have I lost? Aziraphale watched the demon fighting to tell him something. What have I lost? The angel fought back the panic gripping his mind like ice.

Crowley turned around suddenly and dropped to his knees where he and the angel were face to face and on the same level. “Angel,” he said looking right into Aziraphale’s eyes, “someone – someone took your wings.” He watched the angel’s eyes widen in what he knew was fear, and then shut, tightly closing in an attempt to shut him out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you didn’t know…I only – “

Aziraphale opened his eyes, but didn’t look at Crowley. He couldn’t look at the demon. He wasn’t sure before, but he was sure now. He would die. If he had taken his own wings, he would just have been human, a soul trapped in a body, but someone else had stolen them, and that just made him dead. He was trapped in a dying body…without his wings. He blinked away tears. There was so much he didn’t know. Did angels who died like this get to go back to heaven? He wasn’t sure he wanted to go back there either. Maybe because of that he wouldn’t get to go back anyway. No one knew anyway, what happened to the angels that died.

Crowley watched the angel’s eyes fill with tears, and he got up and walked away. He was a demon and demons didn’t cry. They didn’t cry, but Crowley avoided the mirror anyway as he locked himself in the bathroom and sank to the floor.

God looked up from the telescope, a frown drawn quite firmly across his face. “Metatron, can you come here please?”

It was just a question, but Metatron knew better than to say no. “Is something wrong God?”

God angled the telescope and instructed Metatron to look in. “Have you been watching this?” Anger edged his words.

“No sir, I mean I don’t know what you mean... Is that demon there again?” Metatron thought for a moment that he knew what God was angry about. “I’ve given Aziraphale fair warning God, he knows he wasn’t supposed to be meandering about with that – that infidel.”

“Fair warning.” God repeated.

“Yes sir, fair warning and plenty of it, in fact I went down there myself the other night and scolded the angel.”

God gritted his teeth. “You have overstepped your boundaries Metatron.”

“I even told him that – “ Metatron blinked. “I did? But Sir I only-“

“You only didn’t do what I asked. I gave you specific instructions concerning Aziraphale did I not?”

“Yes sir, and if it hadn’t been for that demon I –“

“The DEMON,” God boomed so loud that Metatron felt in vibrating in his bones, “seems to be the only one I can count on, and I haven’t asked HIM to do anything!”

“But sir, the demon is – “

God looked at Metatron, focused all of his attention on one being. Something he hadn’t done in years. “One more word about the demon and I’ll make you wish you had no voice.” He calmed. “Things might be mended…Metatron.” He patted the angel on the head. Anger was a worthless emotion.

God turned back to the telescope. “Let everyone know that I’ll be taking a trip.”

To be continued.

Sorry it has taken so long and that its not so great. But read and review anyway, okay? Chapter 6 in like a week.