Crossing Worlds || Crossover One-shots

• Tea And Troubles || Top Gear / the Grand Tour & Good Omens

This was written for the AU Challenge for 2023 over on the CHMSlash Dreamwidth comm, with the prompts of angels and wingfic.

It also somehow ended up as a bit of a crossover with Good Omens. And if I'm honest, I'm sort of considering turning this into a full longfic at some point? Sometime after season 2 of Good Omens has aired. Will I get around to it though? No idea.

Anyway, enjoy!

~ Candy

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James has never let Richard and Jeremy in on his biggest secret. That he's an angel. Albeit, not a very good one, and one that had abandoned his post many years ago. He's surprised he had never fallen and become a demon before or even after abandoning his post.

It's almost like Heaven just didn't care. But, for him, that's fine. And to be fair, he really didn't want to fall anyway, so the fact that he hadn't, and still very much hasn't is fine by him.

He's also surprised that Heaven never came looking for him a few years back when the apocalypse began... and ended just as fast as it had started, thanks to another rogue angel and a rogue demon it may seem. James is completely okay with that. He didn't want the world to end, or to take part in a pointless war between Heaven and Hell.

Although, now he hears rumours of trouble brewing in Heaven. Something regarding the Archangel Gabriel....

He never liked Gabriel, the pompous prick. Hated him even before he abandoned Heaven and his post. He doesn't care what happens to him.

But he finds himself interested in finding out what trouble is brewing this time around.

Which is why he's found himself in Soho, standing in front of the bookshop, A.Z. Fell and Co. To see an old friend who may have some insight as to whatever's going on this time around. Seeing as he was the rogue angel that prevented the apocalypse.

There's the ever so tempting scent of tea in the air that James just can't refuse as he makes his way into the shop, who's signs automatically switch to closed, and the blinds draw shut as soon as he enters. Aziraphale is expecting him.

He doesn't need to look very far to find the white haired angel and shop owner sitting and waiting for him on one of the arm chairs, a mug of tea in his hands, along with one for him sitting on the small table in front of him.

"It's good to see you again, Maethiel." Aziraphale says, as James takes a seat on the sofa opposite him, before frowning. "You look like you've done some damage to your corporeal form since the last time we met. And allowed it to age. Although, it does rather suit you."

"Don't call me that." James says, grabbing the mug of tea from the table. "It's James May now, and you know it."

He had decided it would be best long ago before he decided to become a motoring journalist to go under a different name, and James May seemed the most fitting and simplest name to go by. And to not raise suspicion, he had chosen to let his corporeal form age much like the humans he works around do. Didn't want any questions to arise about the fact that he doesn't seem to age.

And he just couldn't have Jeremy and Richard getting suspicious of him, or freaked out because he doesn't seem to look any different from the moment they first met.

"And you've no doubt seen some of the shit I've done the past twenty years to understand the wear and tear on my form." He adds. "And you know why I've chosen to allow it to age."

Granted it has been over thirty years since he had last seen Aziraphale, and with everything else going on, it's entirely possible that the other angel has forgotten all of this.