That was no way to think, just because a stupid ex-nun misinterpreted a blamelessly hostile situation. That way lay madness. That way lay an angel with disapprovingly pursed lips and pitying pale eyes and "My dear boy, I'm so *very* sorry, but..." and Armageddon would come as a relief after that, really.

Aziraphale gets in trouble and has to get help from our favourite demon ideas also came from MissZayla Note: I do not own the characters just the storyline. A collection of onehsots and short stories about Crowley and Aziraphale.