Crowley came to outside his building with the heat of the summer afternoon beating down on his naked body. He hissed in pain as two pairs of hands tightened on his raw and tortured arms to prevent him from falling. Wait. Two pairs?
His head lolled to the right and caught a glimpse of Aziraphale looking particularly angelic, slightly dazed, and very concerned. Lolling to the left he saw - Draco Malfoy? It was Draco. And somehow the brat was managing to look excited, disgusted, depressed, and bored at the same time. Belatedly, Crowley remembered inviting the kid over to talk about a demonic internship. It seemed like a lifetime ago but it had really only been the day before. Then he spotted the Bentley parked across the street.
In a ragged whisper through cracked lips, he managed to spit out, "Car."
Aziraphale and Draco did their best to support Crowley as they all walked to the car. Crowley leaned against the body of the car and tried to analyze the situation, although his head was pounding and his thoughts were fuzzy.
Okay, so what did they know? Hastur and Ligur had tried to destroy Aziraphale and someone else had come after Crowley. Since Heaven and Hell could clearly find them in London, it was a liability to stay. They would have to get somewhere safe in order to regroup and heal. Was there anyone neutral that could help them? He remembered a face. A cherubic face with blond curls. He couldn't go to an angel for help. The bastards would just finish off what they'd started in his flat. He shook his head. That wasn't right. Not an angel. He remembered the face again. It was the face of a boy. Young. Adam!
Aziraphale was also resting against the car. He and Draco were watching Crowley. Unwilling to break his train of thought, they looked at each other inscrutably and returned their eyes to the demon.
Okay, Crowley decided, they'd go find Adam and crave a boon of interception. How would they get there, though? He mentally checked their list of assets and liabilities. Liabilities: He was naked, exhausted, and couldn't use his hands. Aziraphale was in shock, also exhausted, and couldn't use his left leg. The kid was an idiot and didn't know how to drive. Assets: The Bentley. He put two and two together.
In a rough, pained rasp, he grunted out, "Me, driver, pedals. Angel, passenger, steer. Kid, back, gear shift."
Draco and Aziraphale looked at each other again with raised eyebrows and complied, helping Crowley into the car first before taking their own seats. (Draco was stuffed into a small luggage storage area behind the passenger seat.) As the engine roared to life, Aziraphale desperately grabbed the steering wheel, Crowley depressed the clutch, and Draco tugged the lever into first gear at Crowley's urging. Then Crowley let up on the clutch, pressed down on the gas, and they were off.
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Date: 2005-08-07 09:45 pm (UTC)His head lolled to the right and caught a glimpse of Aziraphale looking particularly angelic, slightly dazed, and very concerned. Lolling to the left he saw - Draco Malfoy? It was Draco. And somehow the brat was managing to look excited, disgusted, depressed, and bored at the same time. Belatedly, Crowley remembered inviting the kid over to talk about a demonic internship. It seemed like a lifetime ago but it had really only been the day before. Then he spotted the Bentley parked across the street.
In a ragged whisper through cracked lips, he managed to spit out, "Car."
Aziraphale and Draco did their best to support Crowley as they all walked to the car. Crowley leaned against the body of the car and tried to analyze the situation, although his head was pounding and his thoughts were fuzzy.
Okay, so what did they know? Hastur and Ligur had tried to destroy Aziraphale and someone else had come after Crowley. Since Heaven and Hell could clearly find them in London, it was a liability to stay. They would have to get somewhere safe in order to regroup and heal. Was there anyone neutral that could help them? He remembered a face. A cherubic face with blond curls. He couldn't go to an angel for help. The bastards would just finish off what they'd started in his flat. He shook his head. That wasn't right. Not an angel. He remembered the face again. It was the face of a boy. Young. Adam!
Aziraphale was also resting against the car. He and Draco were watching Crowley. Unwilling to break his train of thought, they looked at each other inscrutably and returned their eyes to the demon.
Okay, Crowley decided, they'd go find Adam and crave a boon of interception. How would they get there, though? He mentally checked their list of assets and liabilities. Liabilities: He was naked, exhausted, and couldn't use his hands. Aziraphale was in shock, also exhausted, and couldn't use his left leg. The kid was an idiot and didn't know how to drive. Assets: The Bentley. He put two and two together.
In a rough, pained rasp, he grunted out, "Me, driver, pedals. Angel, passenger, steer. Kid, back, gear shift."
Draco and Aziraphale looked at each other again with raised eyebrows and complied, helping Crowley into the car first before taking their own seats. (Draco was stuffed into a small luggage storage area behind the passenger seat.) As the engine roared to life, Aziraphale desperately grabbed the steering wheel, Crowley depressed the clutch, and Draco tugged the lever into first gear at Crowley's urging. Then Crowley let up on the clutch, pressed down on the gas, and they were off.