Compilation of Good Omens One Shots

A Very Strange Pact part. 2

Second part of "A Very Strange Pact"

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  ‘I’m bored,’ moaned Crowley. ‘Soooo bored. Aziraphale!’ he called.
  ‘I know, dear,’ Aziraphale tempered. ‘But I can’t close the shop so early, you know that.’
  ‘I could miracle you some money!’ the demon argued.
  ‘And you know I don’t want such money,’ calmly answered Aziraphale.

  Crowley groaned, and the other smiled.

  It had been over six months since the pact had been signed. And, since Crowley had found Aziraphale alone, almost crying, on the couch in the bookshop, he had decided to stay with him, and had never left. Aziraphale didn't need to call him; he just had to look beside him, and he’d be there. They spoke a lot during the time they spent together, and had learned much about each other.

  ‘What would you like to eat?’ asked Aziraphale the first night.
  ‘I don’t eat,’ answered Crowley. ‘I don't need that.’
  ‘Well, you could.’
  ‘Never inspired me.’

  Crowley didn't eat, but he did like to watch Aziraphale eat instead. The same way, Aziraphale wouldn't sleep much, and Crowley loved sleeping.

  Aziraphale had not really asked him to stay. Crowley had more likely just decided that he needed to be with the blond one, and prevent any other kind of harm that could possibly happen to Aziraphale. But, in the six months they spent together, they discovered something new. It wasn’t just about their Pact anymore, Aziraphale and the demon had developed a true friendship. And Crowley didn't want to go back to Hell ever again, and even less to drag Aziraphale there. He was desperate. Was there a way to break a Pact? It wasn’t written in blood, after all, but there had been the traditional corporal fluid exchange… He didn't know what to do. Technically, he still had nine years to find a solution – after that, it’d be too late, Aziraphale would be… No, that couldn't happen.

  “If any harm comes to Aziraphale,” Crowley thought, “I will…”

  He never finished that sentence. If any harm was to be caused to Aziraphale, it would probably be his fault. He was a demon after all. And demons aren’t supposed to be doing good.

  ‘My dear,’ said the worried voice of Aziraphale, ‘are you alright?’
  ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ answered Crowley.

  He had stayed silent a bit too long for Aziraphale. “What did I do?” He thought. Not once had the demon been so distant. But lately, he had started to talk to him less, and seemed to be contemplative over the smallest things more and more often. Maybe it had something to do with Aziraphale… It worried him. If he did something wrong, something that made Crowley upset, he needed to know what, to fix it. The demon was the only one who seemed to truly understand him, and appreciated him. He didn't want to lose him.

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Two years later

  ‘Erm, Crowley? Could you give me this book on the table, dear? Thank you.’

  The demon did so, and their fingers brushed for an instant. He quickly broke contact and took a step back, which saddered Aziraphale, whose face went a bit darker. Crowley couldn't help but noticed it. Did he do wrong? Should he have stayed, and let their hands touch longer? That’s what he wanted, but he knew he couldn't have. Could he?

  ‘Angel, you’re alright?’
  ‘Yes, my dear, perfectly fine,’ answered the other, without turning to him.

  But his voice was bitter. Yeah, Crowley had definitely done the wrong choice. The demon reached out to Aziraphale’s arm, and gently touched him.