Crowley perused the morning newspaper, confused by a few events until he realized the paper was a year old. Actually, it was memorabilia from one of his prouder evil doings. He had planned it for a while, he remembered, sneaking in to printing presses and journalism offices, changing headlines here and altering quotes there, until every newspaper in Europe and the US published wildly accusatory and incorrect news. He had to work a lot to get the fake news published in bigger publishing firms, but Buzzfeed didn't give a damn about any of the articles he submitted and just published them without even proofreading, and Crowley didn't have to change a single damn thing about Fox news, that was fucked up already.
The funny thing was, as clearly as he could remember all that, he couldn't remember why he was in America or what he was doing there. He knew he was supposed to be hiding, but from what? He did remember he was supposed to be hiding from Heaven and Hell. He understood why he was hiding from Hell after the events of the apocalypse-that-wasn't, but why was he hiding from Heaven, exactly? And what exactly had happened during the not-pocalypse? He remembered everything so clearly ... but how had he known to go to Tadfield?
Why did so many things suddenly not make sense?
He shrugged it off and downed the last few drops of his tea, standing up and brushing off his pants, cracking his knuckles and yawning. What a day. With that final thought, he left his flat, hopped in the Bentley, and drove off.
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Ineffable Omens (Crowley x Aziraphale)
FanfictionCrowley can't stand to be around Aziraphale anymore. It hurts too much to have the angel he loves deny his friendship. He can't stay just friends, so he has to find a way to end their friendship, but in doing so, he may have broken irreparable bonds.
