Ineffable (Crowley x female OC)

In which Aziraphale Explains Things Poorly

Aziraphale stood triumphantly in front of his friends, one hand on his hip and the other holding up the book like a superhero in a trenchcoat, but his bright smile fell when he sensed the tension between Crowley and Jenna. They were staring at him with confused looks on their very different faces, but Crowley's lanky form was stiff and awkwardly turned away from the woman, while she was leaning toward him slightly in her chair, as though waiting for him to say or do something.

"Am I..... interrupting something?" asked the angel tentatively, glancing from the demon to Jenna.

"What? Of course not!" exclaimed Crowley, moving behind Aziraphale to close the door. "We were just.....what the hell do you mean, you know what's going on, Angel?" he growled, annoyed and avoiding everyone's gaze.

"Oh, right," said Aziraphale, turning his attention to Jenna. "Hello, my dear Jenna," he said warmly, taking her hand in his. "I can't imagine how you must be feeling right now," he continued, searching her eyes for signs of trauma or repressed distress.

Jenna gripped his hand and smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine, Zira," she emphasized. "Crowley told me everything, including how you healed my scratches." She looked at him intently. "Thank you, angel."

Aziraphale sniffled and brushed a tear out of his eye, waving aside her thanks and trying not to get too emotional. "Oh, it was absolutely nothing, my dear. I'm just glad you're looking and, perhaps, feeling better?" He raised his eyebrows hopefully.

"Oh yes, much better," Jenna assured him.

"Good," exhaled the angel, squeezing her hands affectionately before releasing them. He paused, frowning slightly.

"Wait a second," he said suspiciously, turning to Crowley. "What do you mean, Crowley told you everything?"

"Don't get your wings in a tizzy, I gave her the Reader's Digest version," drawled the demon, rolling his eyes. "You know, 'You're an angel, I'm not, she's in danger, etc.'" He paused, and snickered at Aziraphale's distressed expression. "Don't worry, angel. I saved the best parts for you." He glanced inscrutably at Jenna before sitting down and crossing his long limbs.

"Oh," said Aziraphale. "Well, I suppose that's....okay......" He sat down on a stool, holding the book in his hands and frowning.

"Did you tell her about the garden?" he blurted, his bright blue eyes anxiously looking into Crowley's smirking face.

"Nope," answered the demon immediately, like he was waiting for the question. "Nor did I tell her about the You-Know-What, or much about your lot at all. I did mention that you're a Principality," he confessed, holding up a finger and tilting his head thoughtfully, "but I couldn't remember what the hell that meant, so you're all good." He grinned broadly at the angel and glanced once at Jenna, but quickly looked away and stopped smiling upon seeing her expression.

"Oh," repeated Aziraphale, his stiff posture relaxing a bit. "Well, that's all right then." He beamed at his friends like an adorable golden retriever.

"Excuse me," interjected Jenna, holding up a hand. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but what the he--eck," she corrected herself, glancing at Aziraphale guiltily, "are you two talking about?"

"Oh, please forgive us, my dear," implored the angel, his smile replaced by a thoroughly concerned expression. "I'll explain everything shortly, I can't imagine how confusing this must all be. But first," he said, holding up his ancient brown book, "I must share with you my discoveries." He smiled excitedly and began flipping through the pages.

"As you now know, Miss Kingsley," he continued, glancing up at her as he perused the parchment, "we are not of this world. That means we have quite a bit of special powers at our disposal to protect us from nefarious beings, monsters, etc. I, for instance, can use the Light to incapacitate any creature of Hell who chooses to tussle with me."