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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Date: April 20th, 2001
Setting: Heathrow Airport, UK; Tibet
Status: Private - Ellie, Aziraphale (Complete)
Summary: Formalities first.




"I didn't know British Airways flew to Tibet," the passenger behind them was saying as Aziraphale, expression pleasantly mild, held two tickets out to the manicured stewardess checking their flight tickets and passports, as security loitered near the entrance of the plane.

They'd quite neatly bought the tickets legitimately, although there had been a little bit of fiddling with the records, seeing as British Airways actually didn't fly to Tibet. Although seeing as how quickly the flight had filled up, they probably should.

However, the passports were somewhat less legit... Aziraphale had one, but his had been made for him back when they'd decided passports might be a good idea, and even then the birth date had been in the twenties or so. It would have been hard to explain to the nice security men that while the passport was quite authentic, it just didn't look it, and the angel doubted that hand creams - and face moisturizers, if he could admit it to himself - wouldn't get him quite that far. He'd managed to forget to even ask Ellie if she had a passport prior to arrival, and decided it was for a very good cause if he could just miracle one up.

"All right, sir, go on through. Enjoy your flight."

Smiling in thanks, Aziraphale offered Ellie his arm. "Shall we?"

The stewardess kept calling behind them, "Business class first, please! Business class first! Only business class now..."

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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

A small video about safety began to play in the background as the plane was slowly towed to the takeoff strip, which the angel promptly ignored, having seen it a hundred times. It was almost shameful how many times he'd seen this particular one from British Airways, as he was one of the very few beings who used the airline who had the ability to fly.* It was rather like taking your car to the shop down the road when you have a perfectly good, if slightly grimy, bicycle. Conveniently, the film took the focus off himself, and he could continue chatting to Ellie as they did up their belts.

"Are you certain you will be all right to..." - he didn't dare move his fingers again - "...then? It is the Himalayas, it's not quite easy. Well. At least there are two of us, after all."

*He had had an updated passport, come to think of it, though it had perished along with his bookshop. He remembered because the photo had a picture of his old face and body, and though the new one could probably past muster the one he'd had a few months ago - a year ago - would have gotten him imprisoned if he'd tried to use it.

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I think so. I may be a little rusty, but I'll manage." With any other companion, she'd have made a sly double entendre about ways of keeping warm, but...oh well. "I'm sure between us we should be able to cope with anything we come across." Except, of course, possibly their quarry, but that pretty much went without saying.

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Nodding, he closed his eyes and made himself comfortable, pondering her comment carefully. "I certainly hope so. Although if we find something that we can't, as you put it, cope with, then we ought to know about it in the very least. Say, for example, the abominable snowman..."

Mumbling now. "No laughing at my slept-on hair when I wake up either, please."

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't dream of it," Ellie said solemnly. "Sleep well." She crossed her legs, pulled a magazine out of the seat-back slot where it hadn't been a moment before, and spent the next several hours gradually and silently driving the middle-aged CEO accross the aisle to absolute distraction.