Crawling back to you (Hozier's version)

9: A Hurried Reunion

As Aziraphale was standing alone in the room Crowley had, too, been in, just mere seconds ago, he got the strangest feeling he was going to have to walk through the literal Hell to finish their conversation.

Because he had been to Hell only once, he had absolutely no idea where to start looking.

But before he even got a single moment to really think about what to do next, he heard a disgusting squirming sound, coming from downstairs.

(cough, cough, tma reference, cough, cough)

And then there were another few sounds, less disgusting, just deeply unpleasant.

It was Newt's voice. He was talking to... Hastur?

Hastur was doing small talk with Newt. A plot twist Aziraphale had not seen coming.

And as far as he knew, the demon talking about "Just a bur- beer- ro- reau- democratic-? An office mission. I am not allowed to kill you. I think. I'll ask." could mean nothing good for him, incompetence aside.

So he decided to hurry downstairs, as quietly as he could while throwing a supportive glance in Newt's direction. When he finally arrived outside, he immediately remembered the Bentley. Aziraphale couldn't help the reliefed smile creeping up on his face.

He looked at her, fondly.

And got in.

As far as he knew, the Bentley never disliked him, not even for changing her varnish to yellow. In fact, he was still quite certain believed she had liked that.

So he started the engine and drove further down the street, and as he did, he realised the sheer amount of pure stupidness that convinced him to get in.

He was the Supreme Archangel of Heaven. He could move far faster than this car. No offence.

But there was something in him, telling him that it was the right thing to leave the Bentley near the bookshop. A familiar place for her. It just felt right.

Still, when he finally arrived back at the bookshop, he couldn't help but feel terribly nervous again.

And yet, Aziraphale was not nervous enough to forget that if he showed up like this in Hell, he would be captured or dead within seconds. Not even demons were that dumb.

So he quickly changed his outfit to fit in a bit more.

(was this just an excuse to make micheal sheen convert back to thorne jamison from laws of attraction?
-DUH, OBVIOUSLY.
I MEAN JUST TAKE ONE FUCKING LOOK AT HIM IN THAT ROLE. YOU'RE WELCOME.)

Aziraphale was uncomfortable in every inch of his new body, but it was either this for a few minutes or never seeing his best friend and... everything again.

He took a quiet moment to take a deep breath, but as he did, he felt another, even more unpleasant feeling well up in him.

A voice.

"Supreme Archangel of Heaven, Guardian of the Eastern Gate, Aziraphale. I am calling you back to Heaven."

The angel in disguise took another deep breath, his expression and attitude one of quiet uncertainty. He moved into the elevator, his hand pausing as he regarded his choices. He wanted to press the lower 'H' button, but he felt like he should to press the upper one instead.

Of course he wanted to. It was his home. After some more hesitant moments, Aziraphale managed to  convince himself to do the right thing; he convinced every single cell in his body to do the right thing and press the lowest button.