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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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[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"Let's," Ellie agreed, sliding her arm through the angel's and smiling at him over her sunglasses (carefully chosen to bear as little resemblance to a certain other individual's shades as possible, of course, but there was no way she was going traveling without any.)

She nodded politely, carefully hiding a smile at the speculative look the boarding attendant gave them as they passed. It wasn't the first they'd received since arriving at the airport, and it almost certainly wouldn't be the last. There was no doubt they made an unlikely couple: a seemingly middle-aged, distinctly unfashionable man who set off every gaydar within a hundred yards, and a bombshell like herself (false modesty had never been one of her flaws) who radiated just the opposite. It was amusing, watching the general reaction, which was good; she needed the distraction. Pity she couldn't share the joke with Aziraphale, who as usual, was blissfully unaware of the image he projected.

"Convenient, but won't diverting a commercial airliner raise a few eyebrows Upstairs?" she murmured as they made their way up the boarding ramp.