nightingales: A good omens fanfic

chapter 4

While Crowley plants his flowers, a woman comes up to him. "Excuse me Mr. Crowley, I'd like to talk to you privately." She says with a fake smile on her face. "Sure." Crowley says, getting up from a crouching position.

The lady takes Crowley into a small shed sized office. There is a small desk with a chair on both sides. "Take a seat please." the lady says, pointing to a chair. The lady sits down on the other side of the desk. She puts her hands together onto the desk and sighs. "So, Anthony, Mr. Davis has had some complaints, and we're going to have to take your plot back." She says, with a fake sympathetic voice on. "What, that's not fair! I've had some of the best plants here." Crowley says, coming up from slouching in the chair. "Well, he states that you pushed him against the wall and forcefully took a book of his." she states, with her face looking more annoyed. "Well he's a liar, and that's only one person who's complained. You can't kick me out over one complaint. " Crowley says, slouching back into the chair. "He's not the only one, many other gardeners have complained about you." she confesses, looking down at her desk and hands, angry. "Whatever, I'll show myself out." Crowley says, getting up from the chair and leaving angry.

Maggie, Nina, and Muriel sit in the record shop peacefully talking about some of their customers, gossiping, when Crowley bursts in with a bottle of wine in his hand as well as two glasses. He is already complaining about "They kicked me out for no reason," "I'm sorry, could you back it up Crowley?" Nina asks him in an annoyed tone. Crowley goes to the front where they are standing and pours the two glasses, pushing on towards Nina. "They kicked me out." He says while he pours his glass. "Of what?" Nina asks, taking a sip of her wine. "The garden." Crowley responds, frowning. "Well what did you do?" Maggie asks. "I took a book back from a man." He downplays. "Sorry about that Crowley, we could get you a planter to put in your flat?" Maggie responds. "I could put my flowers there." He says to himself, taking a sip of his wine.

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Crowley takes a large flower planter out of the back of the Bentley, kicking the door shut with his leg and going into his flat building, kicking the door open again. He puts the planter into the side of the elevator, standing next to it. The elevator door opens onto his floor, he picks up the planter and goes to his door, fumbling with the key as the planter slides out of his hands. Crowley gets into his apartment and puts the planter in front of a big window. Crowley runs back down to the Bentley, this time taking the stairs, skipping a step at a time. He opens the back door of the car again, taking a big bag of soil out. He brings this up through the stairs, hugging it tightly.

When he gets up to his flat he locks the door after he goes in, takes a pair of scissors from his kitchen and opens the bag up, pouring it into his planter, then adding some flower seeds in.

Crowley doesn't typically use his kitchen, in fact the only time he had used it was when Aziraphale had come over, which wasn't very much as they would hang out in the book shop most of the time.

The planter stood out from the rest of the flat, it was very white whereas the rest of the flat was very dark, even his other plants were dark green, which fit in very well. Even the flowers he had chosen were very different, they were white and and a light pink.

As Crowley plants the flowers, he thinks how nice it would be to open a floral shop on his own.

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Muriel sits in the bookshop, zoned out and bored. They had already cleaned the place up, and sorted all the books out. Muriel is put out of the zone when an angry customer comes in yelling "I want my book back!" It was Mr. Davis. "I'm sorry sir what are you looking for?" Muriel says, standing up. "The book I bought yesterday, a very angry friend of yours, had basically stolen it from me yesterday." He says, lowering his voice, but still angry with arms crossed. "Oh, I'm very sorry about Crowley, he's been going through a hard time you see." Muriel apologizes for his behavior. "I demand the book back." The man says, towering over the angel. "I'm sorry sir, but Crowley's not here and he hasn't brought the book back." Muriel says worried. Mr. Davis pulls out a pen and small notepad from his jacket, he writes down his phone number. "Call me when he brings it back." Mr. Davis says, pushing the paper onto Muriel.

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Aziraphale chases after the Metatron, trying to get his attention. The Metatron stops in his tracks and starts talking to Saraquel. Aziraphale waits patiently, trying not to listen to their conversation. He waits until Saraquel notices Aziraphale waiting to talk to the Metatron, and points to him. "Oh, Aziraphale, what is it that you need?" The Metatron asks. "I was wondering, I would like to check in on earth, make sure everything is ready for the second coming, I would also like to tell Muriel about what is going to happen." He says, worried the Metatron will say no. The Metatron looks to Saraquel, as if they were to make the decision. Saraquel nods. "Fine Aziraphale, only because you've been asking me so much." The Metatron says, looking back over to Saraquel.