One-Shots - Good Omens | Ineffable Husbands

Weight To A Moral Argument

TW: Wounds, guns 

"Crowley, they have a gun!" Aziraphale shouted as they sped down the road.

"You don't think I know that, Angel?!" Crowley pushed the gas pedal down as far as it would go.

The Bentley screamed around a corner, receiving many angry honks. Gunshots echoed behind them.

"We need to get off the main road!" Aziraphale instructed.

"Your wish is my command," Crowley didn't even bother checking his mirrors as he yanked the steering wheel, sending the black car across the road and into a field.

They sped through the open field, nothing but grass in front of them. It didn't take too long for a white Cadillac to pull onto the field behind them. Gunshots ripped through the air, one of which landed and shattered the back window of the Bentley.

Aziraphale let out a yelp, but Crowley just scowled.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake!" He yelled.

"Crowley, dear, what do we do?" Aziraphale asked, turning around in his seat to eye the attackers behind them.

"They're angels! You should know more than me!" Crowley took a sharp turn in an attempt to shake the attackers from their trail.

"Well, I still don't know what to do!"

Crowley's eyes danced from mirror to mirror and he glared at the crisp car behind them. There was half a figure hanging out one of the front windows, clutching a large gun in their hands. Crowley couldn't exactly tell what kind, but that didn't matter. What mattered is that it shot bullets.

"I know what to do," Crowley turned the car again and began to speed towards a thick forest at the far end of the field.

Just as the Bentley reached the end of the field, Crowley performed a sharp u-turn and hit the brakes, leaving them facing towards a large car speeding towards them.

"Crowley? What are you doing?!" Aziraphale asked, frantically.

When Crowley didn't respond, Aziraphale grabbed the demon by the shoulders and shook him furiously.

Crowley watched the sunlight bounce off the hood of the car steaming towards them, just waiting for the right moment.

"Just trust me," Crowley said as he slammed his foot onto the gas, propelling the car forward.

"CROWLEY!" Aziraphale screamed, clutching onto the sides of his seat. "What are you doing?!"

"Trust me!"

As the Bentley approached the Cadillac, Crowley gripped the steering wheel tighter. Another round of gunshots went off, one of which came straight at them and shattered the windshield. Aziraphale covered his eyes and yelled at Crowley to stop, but he knew what he was doing.

When the cars were practically inches away from colliding, Crowley grabbed the wheel and spun the car away, causing the attacker's car to whiz by them. When they heard a loud crash, Crowley knew his plan had worked. The angels had run into one of the large trees lining the field.

Before either of them could say anything, their attention was grabbed by the large explosion. Parts from the Cadillac went flying everywhere as smoke filled the air around it.

"Crowley! You are a genius!" Aziraphale exclaimed. "We got away!"

Crowley nodded his head slowly. "Mhm..."

"Everything alright?" Aziraphale asked, suddenly growing worried.

"Hmm? Yeah! I'm great. Wonderful actually. So wonderful. Just absolutely tickity-boo!" Crowley forced a smile.

"Are you sure? You just said 'tickity-boo'," Aziraphale leaned closer to Crowley.

"Yeah, okay we might have a slight problem," Crowley pulled back his jacket to reveal a large pool of blood on his shirt.

Before Aziraphale could register what Crowley was saying, he fell forward and slumped onto the steering wheel.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale shook his body.

When he didn't wake up immediately, Aziraphale began to panic. Really panic. He pushed Crowley back into his seat and pulled up the bottom of his shirt to reveal a bullet hole with what appeared to have a black ring around it.

Aziraphale's first instinct was to heal the wound, but when he held his hand over the wound, nothing happened.

"What?" Aziraphale murmured, shocked as to why he couldn't heal Crowley.

That's when the pieces came together. They were being hunted down by angels for, once again, defying Heaven's plan. Angels didn't use guns unless they thought they provided enough weight to the argument, and since they were trying to kill both an angel and a demon they would have used Void bullets. Void Metal was the only substance in all of creation that could angels and demons. The angels must have used it in their bullets, which is why there was a black ring around Crowley's wound. The other problem with Void Metal is that it creates wounds that not even an angel can heal.

Aziraphale ripped his jacket off and held it over Crowley's bleeding stomach. The red stains on the jacket grew, and Aziraphale could feel tears prick at his eyes.

"Crowley! Please, just stay with me... please," Aziraphale begged. "Almighty... if you're listening- if you even care in the slightest, please save my friend. I know he's a demon, but please!"

Aziraphale was sobbing and yelling, although it seemed he was yelling to no one.

"I know it's wrong but I love him!" He screamed. "He... he means everything to me! You can't torture me like this!"

"...Angel?"

Aziraphale looked down and saw Crowley's eyes had cracked open. The angel's face lit up.

"Crowley! Are you-" Aziraphale pulled the jacket away and saw that there was no wound.

Crowley reached up and grabbed Aziraphale's arm.

Aziraphale's hands grabbed at Crowley's stomach. "You- your wound! It's gone!"

Crowley looked down. "It appears so..." he slurred. "Thanks for healing me,"

Aziraphale just nodded. Crowley didn't know that he had been shot with Void Metal, and he didn't need to know. Crowley wouldn't be too excited to find out that The Almighty saved his life. After all, he was a demon who didn't get forgiveness or any of that. Aziraphale disagreed.

"You still think guns give weight to a moral argument?" Crowley asked, speaking slowly before letting a grin spread on his pale face.

Aziraphale shook his head. "I don't think any moral argument is worth you getting shot, dear."

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