Doctor Who One Shots and Crossovers!

An Angel, a Demon and a Doctor (A Doctor Who/Good Omens Crossover Part 1)

The weather was nice, as it sometimes is in a British summer. The ducks were crowding to the many families, tourists, and possibly secret agents who were feeding them bread. Crowley sat on the bench and shook his head.

"You don't feed them bread, you feed them frozen peas." He muttered to himself.

"What was that?" Asked the man sitting next to him.

"Nothing, nothing." Replied Crowley.

"No you did say something, Crowley. About peas?"

"It doesn't matter, Aziraphale."

Aziraphale shrugged, and went back to quietly observing the park. He was interrupted by a loud wheezing, groaning sound from behind the bench. Both Aziraphale and Crowley turned around to see a blue box marked 'Police Public Call Box' materialising behind them. To any normal person, this would have been cause for complete and utter astonishment, followed by a bit of pointing and screaming. Aziraphale and Crowley were not normal. Nor were they people, but that was beside the point. The door to the box swung open, and a tall man strode out. He was tall and thin, with short, sticky-upy dark hair, wearing a trench coat, a brown suit and a pair of slightly battered converse.

"London." He said, as he emerged from the box. He licked a finger, and held it in the air. "2015, I think."

"London again?" Came the voice of a ginger woman, who emerged from the box behind him. "Really, you promised me all of Time and Space, and we're in London!" She joked.

"I know, I know. But the TARDIS brought us here. It must have had a reason."

"Umm...Doctor?" Said the woman. She had turned around, and noticed Crowley and Aziraphale staring at them. The man called the Doctor who looked nothing like a Doctor really, turned to look at her.

"What?"

Then he noticed them, and his face became even more confused. Now Crowley and Aziraphale had had a good look at his face, they noticed what she'd obviously noticed. The similarities between the Doctor and Crowley were uncanny. The four of them looked at each other for a few seconds, no one sure of what to say. Then the Doctor broke the silence.

"So that's what I'd look like ginger." He said. Crowley and Aziraphale were completely nonplussed at this random comment, but it must have been some sort of standing joke, because the woman laughed. Then the Doctor's face changed from laughing to serious.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Who are you?" Replied Crowley.

"I'm the Doctor, this is Donna."

Crowley nodded, but didn't speak. Aziraphale nudged him.

"Crowley." He said.

"I recognise you from somewhere." Said the Doctor, obviously straining his memory. Crowley looked a bit taken aback.

"Maybe from a mirror?" He said sarcastically.

"No no. I mean I recognise you from...somewhere," there was a pause as he thought, "Ah! Yes! I remember. I saw you the day the Eiffel Tower was opened. I think I spoke to you. And you were there too." He gestured to Aziraphale.

"I think I'd remember speaking to someone who looked exactly like me." Said Crowley.

"Yes, well. I didn't then. Different face." He said it casually, as though having a different face was completely normal.

"Sorry, did you just say you had a different face?" Asked Aziraphale, shocked.

"Yes, it's so weird when he does that, isn't it." Said the ginger woman, "I've tried to tell him not to talk about it as if it's just an every day thing, but he never listens." There was a silence, and then the woman spoke again. "You still haven't explained why this guy looks just like you."

"I don't know," replied the Doctor, turning to her, "If I've seen him before in a previous regeneration, maybe I remembered the face?" He paused for a second. "We'll probably never know." He grinned, as if not knowing something was the greatest thing that could've happened to him. Then he pulled out a small metal screwdriver with a blue light in the end. He pressed a button, and then leaned forward, waving it around Crowley. Crowley swatted it away.

"What did I tell you, Doctor! People don't like being bleeped!" Said the woman.

"What is that thing?" Asked Crowley, staring at the small bleeping contraption.

The Doctor didn't answer, he just looked at the little device .

"What does it say?" Asked the woman, "Anything about why you look so similar?"

"No." The Doctor replied, staring at what Crowley now realised to be a scanner, in confusion.

"Who are you?" The Doctor asked again. "I'm getting some very, very strange readings from this."

"I told you, I'm Crowley." Crowley knew fine well what this man meant. If that thing truly was a scanner, it would be picking up all sorts of strange things from him, but he wasn't about to go telling a random stranger his life story.

"And I'm Aziraphale."

The Doctor looked at the two of them as if they were a puzzle he was trying to figure out.

"Hang on a second. If you're human, how were you alive and looking the same in 1889?"

"Why are you assuming we're human?" Replied Crowley, irritated. This stranger was starting to annoy him. Aziraphale nudged him, obviously meaning not to give anything away. They didn't know who this person was. The Doctor seemed as though he was about to speak, when the blue box, called the TARDIS, began to make a strange whining noise. It sounded like an alarm. A light flashed out of the open door, lighting up the grass an eerie red.

"Doctor, should we check that out?" Asked the woman.

"Yes." Said the Doctor slowly. He seemed reluctant to leave the conversation, but he slowly turned to the blue box.

"Well, goodbye." He said, still looking confused and reluctant. Both of the strangers climbed into the box, and the door shut behind them. A few seconds later it began to make the same wheezing noise as earlier, and then it disappeared altogether. Crowley and Aziraphale looked at each other for a second, speechless at the absurdity of what they had just witnessed.

"That was odd." Said Aziraphale, stating the obvious.

"Not the strangest thing we've seen in 6,000 years."

"True." Aziraphale conceded, laughing, "True."