So I got challenged by one of my friends to write out this idea we came up with at 2 in the morning. Maybe it was 4, I really don't remember. So I've been writing this in my free time, just to have some fun. It may not make sense to anybody else. That's fine, I don't really care. I just want to see if I can get through the 100 themes sticking to our idea. So yeah. If you don't like it, fine whatever you don't have to read it. If you do like I'd love to hear feedback, again this is just for fun. So don't shoot me.

Cass and V

1. Introduction

White.

Everything was white. There was a bright light, but no light source. The emptiness just went on and on. Crowley squinted trying to adjust, "Angel, where are we?"

"I'm not sure... Gabriel?"

"Hello, Aziraphale. Hello Gadreel."

Crowley winced slightly, "It's Crawl... Crowley."

"Yes. On behalf of heaven I would like to thank you for stopping Armaggedon."

"What he said." came a much deeper voice, that's source was a dark figure that seemed to appear out of no where.

"Hastur?"

"We've agreed on your punishment."

"And your reward."

Aziraphale and Crowley glanced at each other, then back at the representatives.

"This may hurt a little."

Suddenly both men were in agonizing pain, centered in their left ribcage. They both cried out in pain, their hands where it was hurting. The light got much, much brighter than before. Their yells died away, though both were sure that they were still screaming. In the deafening silence, the light died back down and they found themselves in the park.

The few moments before the sounds of nature returned, both angel and demon looked at each other in curiosity.

Then the sound of two infants crying reached their ears along with everything else.

Aziraphale looked up and gasped hurrying towards the white bundle on the grass in front of them.

Crowley watched and noticed another squirming blanket, but this one was black.

"What are they?" Crowley asked as he slowly approached.

"Children, Newborns to be exact."

"Human, or what?"

"I... I think they're humans... but there's something I can't explain. You must sense it too." he said as he turned to look at him, "I mean-" he cut himself off as he watched the man kneel and gently, almost like it would break, pick up the squirming bundle. He listened as the babies cries ceased and the squirming stopped. Crowley took a deep breath and pulled the black blanket down away from the babies face. Crowley's eyes closed and he looked away.

Aziraphale's face fell, "What? What's wrong?"

"She has my eyes."

"Well that... Oh." realization dawned on him, "Crowley, it's not that bad."

Crowley glared at him, "Ever since I began to tempt humans I have made sure I would never curse a child with this."

Aziraphale despised the hate in his voice, the hurt.

"I've been careful never to have children, never to give another this... this Curse!"

"Crowley..."

He turned his head away from the child and from Aziraphale.

"Crowley, she's not a demon." the girls hand wrapped around Crowley's finger and she cooed.

His head snapped back to the baby. "And she likes you."

Crowley smiled a little at the sleeping babe in his arms, "Viper."

"What?"

"Her name. Viper."

"That's it, just Viper?"

"What's her middle name?" he asked Aziraphale.

"Hm?"

"Pick her middle name."

"Arrian."

"Arrian?"

"Yes."

"What's it mean?"

"Angel."

Crowley smiled a little, "I think I can live with that, What about that one?"

"Cassandra."

"Anna."

"Cassandra Anna."

"I like it."

"Yeah." Aziraphale smiled, "Me too."