Good omens fanfiction Aziraphale is in trouble

Fireworks and Secrets.

The bookshop stood on the its London street corner, surrounded by blasts of colour and loud bangs, and inside the clock struck 12 and an angel was sat under his dining table, quivering and shaking -his knees drawn up to his chest. He sighed and picked up the phone that lay next to him, he punched in the number, a familiar number he knew off by heart - a certain demons number. Another loud blast racked tore through the sky sending pink sparks cascading through the midnight backdrop. Aziraphale jumped and yelped as the noise pierced the silent shop and he panted, trying to get his breathing under control as his husband answered his cool voice filled the room, and the angels face lit up.

"Hello" Crowley answered happily, he loved the angel calling him and as they where supernatural beings they didn't sleep so he was wide awake. "H hello" the shaken angel replied, his voice quavered as he spoke. "Angel, what's wrong?" The demon heard the fear in his angels voice and was on his feet instantly, clicking his fingers as his usual outfit appeared. "Um nothing could you come over please" the angel stuttered out his words, and all he got was a "on my way" before he heard the screech of tires and the phone hung up. He nodded, Crowley would be here soon and picked up his book with trembling hands, he tried to read but his hands shook too much and he couldn't focus on the words. After a solid 10 minutes of being left alone with his thoughts and the sound of his own breathing for company the angel twitched, Crowley placed his key in the door and it clicked open. "Angel?" He called softly as he walked into the living room he scanned the room for the bubbly angel and was sad not to find him-he was broken out of his thoughts by a small "under here" he looked down to see Aziraphale shivering, sat under his table. He sighed and held out his hand "angel, come here" his face coated with confusion. Aziraphale took his hand and got up, then nearly jumped into the demons arms as another bang rang through the air, he gasped as a rocket whistled as he felt himself being pulled himself into a hug. "Hey, hey angel calm down, I've got you" the demon ran his hands through the angels hair as he reassured him. Aziraphale nodded and gulped before removing himself from Crowleys grasp and sitting on the sofa. Crowley offered him tea and he only nodded lost in thought later he looked up as Crowley sat down next to him. They smiled at eachother and Crowley tried to hand the angel his tea, but Aziraphales hands were shaking far too much to hold it, he frowned and looked at the floor as Crowley placed the tea on the coffee table. "Angel what's wrong?" The angel looked up and stared into the demons serpent eyes, "I um well 1836" he admitted sadly, his eyes filled with fear and sadness- what happened in that year. He didn't know he tried to hold the angels hand but he frieked out. "NO" he shouted and Crowleys eyes widened in shock as he withdrew his own hand. Aziraphale apologized profusely and grabbed the demons hand "sorry its just um yeah this week isn't a good anniversary for me".

The demon nodded and an awkward silence hung in the air."you don't have to tell me angel" he saw the uncomfortableness in the angel. The angel smiled sadly "I have to tell someone dear, so I will tell you". Crowley signaled for the angel to start and he sighed "um well in 1836 uh, about a week before tonight, bonfire night I went to bed and um" he played with his hands amd fidgeted anxiously. Crowley just smiled and sat ready to listen, the angel needed this so he was going to be there for him. "And Gabriel, Hastur and Ligur um turned up at my house at the time and they um - he stopped and breathed out deeply "kidnapped me" and well they spent a week torturing me and taunting me, saying how much you hated me and how bad of an angel I was" he started to cry and Crowley pulled him close and scowled - he didn't like where this was going. "It wasn't true angel, you know that okay I love you" he soothed the angel, but another firework exploded outside and the angel screamed, then clapped a hand to his mouth his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Hey don't be embarrassed angel carry on". He kept his voice low and his tone gentle.

The angel nodded "thank you Crowley I know what they said wasn't true but after a week of abuse you start to believe". The angel sat up, frowning he pulled of his cream jacket and undid the button on the cuff of his sleeve he pulled it up to reveal a scar going up his arm to his elbow it seemed to be a word, Crowley couldn't quite make out for sure, but he was almost certain it said "Traitor". He swallowed his anger and his fists clenched themselves, he didnt even notice. Aziraphale didn't sense the anger in his friend as he prepared to finish his story. "Um remember my friend Jack, little fellow." He asked and Crowley strained to remember until it clicked and he nodded, his face became soft and worried as he saw the angels breathing pick up as he began to shake and fidget more. "Um well he stayed at mine the night I was taken and they took him too and we," he sighed as he trembled tears began streaming down his face and causing tiny wet patches on his trousers. Crowley saw the angels change in behavior "angel, hey breathe for me okay, your safe calm down" he was reassuring the angel on the surface but deep down his heart was breaking for his husband, how could he not have noticed. "We um were kept in the same room and they tortured him too for being friends with a traitor" he shuddered and made quotation marks around the word traitor before tapping the scar gently. Crowley pulled him into a hug as the angel sobbed, he didn't care about the moisture seeping into his shirt, he lifted the angels head and wiped away a stray tear off of his stained cheek.

"What happened angel?" He asked a genuine hint of sadness in his voice, no it was more than sadness it was misery at Aziraphales struggle, the angel gasped as another firework popped and crackled in the distance. "They um kicked him one last time, and he he he didn't wake up.." The angel broke down, his body shook as sobs racked through him as he cried. Crowley just held him close and whispered to him rubbing circles on his back gently, the angel sniffed and looked up. "I tried to save him, I called him and tried to wake him up, he wouldn't answer, I um was covered in his blood and I tried to miracle him back, but he was gone". The angel sank to the floor amd leant against the wall he retched at the memory of his friends blood on his hands, crowley held him as he heaved, his heart broke at every sound the broken angel made.

"Angel I'm sorry, I'm so sorry its not you fault ok don't think that for a second" the demon told the angel nicely but sternly, Aziraphale only nodded and yelped as another rocket whistled through the sky above the bookshop. Crowley finally understood that night as Jack died fireworks were going off, everyone destroyed the angel emotionally. He held the angel  until the crys stopped and were replaced by light snores, as the early morning light began shining through the living rooms, the angel had cried for hours and his eyes were red and tired. He sighed and carried the angel to their room tucked him in, and kissed the angel, "sorry" was all he could say as he sat next to the angel on the bed and watched his face finally peaceful as he slept.