Never Explain Anything: A Crowley/Aziraphale Good Omens fanfic
"Oh. Yeah." Crowley shuffled his feet, looking surprisingly boyish. "Come to New York with me tomorrow?"
Aziraphale blinked. "Why?"
"To see how Warlock is doing," Crowley said, as if that was obvious.
"Warlock?" He blinked again, and Crowley looked annoyed. Unfortunately what came out of his mouth was, "You were the one who suggested killing the boy."
"It wasn't personal." Crowley took off his dark glasses, apparently the better to glare at him. "He's still our kid."
"B-but, Crowley, he's not our kid," Aziraphale said helplessly, wondering if Crowley was going insane or if he was.
"You're a terrible father for an angel," Crowley said, accusingly. "I'm a demon, and I make a far better mother."
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Aziraphale is almost certain that Crowley is only being perverse. But demons are unaccountable creatures, and Aziraphale finds himself flying to New York with him anyway.
