Secret Saviors - Aziraphale X Crowley Fanfic (Finished)

9 - Summons

The two spent the whole day together. Neither one prepared to leave the other. Crowley had tried to clean up the angel's wing, but based on the amount of damage it had caused, they came to assume that the silver little knife was some kind of celestial weapon.

"Can you try and move your wing for me angel?" Crowley asked as he stroked along it's top. The angel winced as he managed to expand his wing all the way out.

"Hey hey hey, don't hurt yourself." Crowley said as he gently pushed the wing closed. Aziraphale sighed.

"Do you think I'll ever be able to fly again?" Aziraphale murmured. Although he was grateful that both he and his demon were alive, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd lost something he'd always taken for granted in the past.

"I have no doubt you'll fly again angel." Crowley assured him. As Crowley wandered his hands gently down Aziraphale's wing, the two heard the doorbell ring.

"Who could that be?" Aziraphale murmured. It was Sunday. The bookshop was never open on a Sunday. And even if by some chance it had been, the closed sign was on the door with all blinds shut. And other than the demon sitting behind him, nobody else ever came to visit. Crowley lightly squeezed his shoulder.

"Just stay here angel, I'll go see who it is." The angel nodded, watching the demon walk out. Once out of sight, his eyes fell on Crowley's heart sitting beside the bed.

After an interesting conversation with the delivery driver the two had met just a few months ago, Crowley accepted a letter, walking back to the Angel's bedroom. He was about to announce his presence when he heard the angel speaking.

"I'm sorry dear," he whispered to the stone. It wasn't uncommon for Aziraphale to talk to inanimate objects, but This was a little strange to watch. This was Crowley's heart after all. Crowley stood in the doorway watching Aziraphale kneeled over the bedside table. A small smile lit his face as he watched Aziraphale gently polishing his heart. Aziraphale winced a little as the cloth went over the little indent.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Aziraphale continued as he gently cleaned the little stone. "And I'm sorry I let that bad man mistreat you." Gently, he took the stone into both hands and gently blew into it, causing it to warm and glow a little brighter. "But I promise to take care of you now. I will make sure nothing and no one will ever hurt you again." The angel gave a small miracle and a little padded box, only a little bigger than the size of the gem itself appeared. As did a black felt cloth. With calculated carefulness, Aziraphale folded the cloth around the stone and placed it into the box, gently closing the lid.

"Hey Angel," Crowley spoke, pretending he'd just stepped in. He was still feeling the strange butterflies from what he'd just witnessed. Aziraphale jumped with a start and quickly waved his hand, Miracling the box away. Crowley, who had just watched everything, noticed of course, but he didn't say anything. He only smiled at his angel and continued on with what he was going to say before he had witnessed his Angel's words of love.

"Hi, yes... Uhh I was just cleaning..." This made Crowley's smiled larger but he didn't say anything.

"Hey, that mail guy just stopped by. He said he had a letter for you."

"Really?" Aziraphale reached out to take the letter, cautiously opening it. As Aziraphale glossed over it, Crowley spoke.

"So what is it?"

"It appears I've been summoned to heaven's judgement room."

"What!? You're not gonna go right?"

"On the contrary, I've been waiting a very long time for this." Aziraphale shimmered his wings away and held his hand out to the demon. "Shall we?" Nodding, the demon took his hand, both Miracling into heaven's judgement room. Hundreds of angels sat in pews which circled the room. In the middle was a tall pillar which Gabriel stood on top of, looking down upon the angel and demon.

"You were not permitted to have a demon attend with you within heaven's walls." Aziraphale squeezed Crowley's hand.

"Either we both stay, or we both go. Your choice Gabriel." Gabriel grumbled.

"You've been summoned here to judge your traitorous actions regarding the holy war and your disloyalty to heaven by associating yourself with the enemy." Crowley pulled Aziraphale against his chest.

"He's not a traitor and he's not disloyal!" Crowley yelled at the archangel. Aziraphale smiled at Crowley's defense and placed a finger on the demon's lips, before facing Gabriel again.

"And you want to do this here? In front of this many other angels, Gabriel?" The angel spoke calmly with an underlying threat to his tone. Crowley was desperately trying to understand how the angel was so calm while he was panicking.

"Y... Yes..." Gabriel replied, with a nervousness that didn't go unnoticed by the pair.

"Very well. I plead guilty on all accounts." Aziraphale spoke. "So what now Gabriel? You gonna try and kill me again? You know you can't. Gonna try and make me fall? Your little secret will be revealed. So what? What will you do now?" Crowley looked at his love with wide eyes. When did Aziraphale become so strong and confident? Gabriel stuttered before speaking again.

"Y... You will be severed from heaven eternally. Your holy status revoked and your access to heaven prohibited."

"Is that all?" Aziraphale said.

"Yes that's all." Gabriel replied, turning to rush away.