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Date: After March 9th, 2000 (Exact date unknown)
Setting: Heaven, Manchester (not at the same time)
Status: Private (complete)
Summary: Aziraphale finds his way home.





It was no time at all before he arrived at the “To Earth” station.

There, he showed them his papers, they checked his body over a last time* and then sent him down with a wave and a disappointed look.

*He was positive a body check shouldn’t take that long. Or include whistling.




Aziraphale arrived, stumbling, in one piece.

“Manchester United! Goooooaaaaaaal!” someone yelled in the distance, and Aziraphale straightened, wings snapping in at the sound of a human voice.

He was standing on the doorstep of a hotel in a rather large, very British city. (He’d asked for England, but you never could be quite sure where.) Aziraphale blinked, and two children raced by, laughing and giggling. “A win for Manchester United!” one of them intoned, and they laughed again, cheering for their beloved team.

Manchester.

Crowley was never, ever going to stop laughing at him.

Aziraphale hopped off the porch as the kids disappeared down the street. He debated, at first, several ways of getting to where he needed to be. (Getting to Crowley, his mind reminded him). He decided on flying, as a last course, and then glanced up. A convenient wind skipped by, pulling at his excessive blond curls and sending a chill through him. Flying it would be, Aziraphale thought, and broke open his large, beautiful wings, catching the wind as it sped by.