'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 39

Saturday, Last Day of the World

Crowley's car screeched to a sudden halt, causing a few pedestrians to glance in surprise. Aziraphale, walking on the footpath, turned to see the distinctive black car and its occupants. The angel's expression was a mix of astonishment and exasperation. Crowley and Y/N leapt out of the vehicle, and Crowley called out to his celestial counterpart.

"Aziraphale, wait! I'm sorry, okay?" Crowley's voice was earnest, and he stepped closer to Aziraphale. "I shouldn't have said those things, and I shouldn't have done what I did. Get in the car, and we'll talk."

Aziraphale, still bewildered by this sudden turnaround, hesitated but refused to enter the vehicle. "Crowley, what are you doing?" he asked, sounding perplexed.

Crowley, looking out for any lurking dangers, explained the urgency of the situation. "Listen, Hell has found out that it was my fault, that I lost the Antichrist. You need to understand they're closing in."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at this revelation. The threat of Hell bearing down on them was far more dire than any argument between the two celestial beings.

As the implications of the situation settled in, Crowley made a suggestion that left Aziraphale and Y/N dumbfounded. "Listen, you, me, and Y/N; we could run away, escape all this. We could go somewhere far, maybe even Alpha Centauri."

The mere idea of such a getaway sounded utterly absurd to Aziraphale and Y/N. Alpha Centauri, a star system beyond Earth's reach, seemed like an entirely fanciful notion.

The air was heavy with tension as Crowley's shocking proposition hung in the space between them. Aziraphale and Y/N exchanged shocked glances, the idea of abandoning Earth too fantastical to believe. Y/N instinctively moved closer to Aziraphale, seeking reassurance.

Aziraphale, his resolve firm, refused outright. "Crowley, you're being ridiculous. Look, I'm quite sure if I can just... Just reach the right people, then I can get all this sorted out."

Crowley, always the realist, responded dryly, "There aren't any right people. There's just God, moving in mysterious ways and not talking to any of us."

Aziraphale, however, remained undeterred. "Well, yes, and that is why I'm going to have a word with the Almighty, and then the Almighty will fix it."

Y/N, hopeful that divine intervention could rectify their predicament, chimed in. "Exactly! I'm sure God could help us; there must be a way."

Crowley, his patience dwindling, chastised them. "That won't happen. You're both so clever. How can people as clever as you be so stupid?" he retorted, his frustration evident.

Aziraphale met his former friend's gaze with understanding, offering an unexpected response. "I forgive you."

With that, Crowley retreated to his car, his heart heavy with the realisation that his comrade was choosing a different path. Before he got into the vehicle, he delivered a final message, tinged with sorrow. "We're going home, Angel. We're getting our stuff and we're leaving. And when we're off in the stars, we won't even think about you. Come on, Y/N!" He stood, waiting for his partner to get in the car.

Y/N, standing resolutely beside Aziraphale, spoke her truth, her voice unwavering. "I'm staying with Aziraphale. Unlike you, we haven't given up on saving the world."

Crowley's heartbreak was palpable, but he knew he had no choice. He climbed back into his car and drove away, leaving Aziraphale and Y/N standing together on the path, facing the impending turmoil as a united front.