Accidents happen

So! This is a project I have thought about doing for a long time, and I finally decided to try it out. I will upload a chapter every week for as long as I feel like it to improve my writing. The stories will all circle around the different ways in which a demon (Crowley) can get hurt, or affected. Sorry about the grim focus of the works, I love him and I love hurting him. But! I would love to get reviews so that I can improve and I would also appreciate suggestions for future chapters. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Good Omens or any of the characters, only the story.

Cold

He didn't like the winter. That was why he usually spent it sleeping in a warm bed. Reptilians weren't too good at regulating their body temperature, but what with being a demon and all, the only temperature he really had a problem with was minus. He hated the cold. He HATED the cold. This was what Crowley repeated to himself over and over as he followed Aziraphale through the snow. Why had he agreed on joining the angel on this stupid hike?

"Azzziraphale, w...where is it..t...t?" He asked between clattering teeth.

"Crowley, you are hissing again dear." The angel said as he turned to face the demon with an apologetic look, he knew Crowley didn't like the cold.

"Not...t my fault. It...t's the co..cold." The demon answered grudgingly, still wanting an answer. Aziraphale sighted.

"Not much further, it´s just over the hill." That answer was rewarded with a snort of contempt from the demon. "Just over the hill" he thought, it's a bloody mile or more. But he kept on walking, no chance in hell...heav... no chance at all that he was going to let himself look weak in front of the angel.

"You know, you didn't have to come with me, you could have said no." Aziraphale added after feeling suddenly guilty at the pained expression on the others face. Again, the only answer he got was a grunt, and despite himself he felt a little irritated at his travel companion.

"If you are going to sulk the whole way, why did you even bother to come along?" The demon turned his face towards him, his sunglasses glinting in the light.

"You k..know t..that...t I didn't ha...have a choicccc...ce." He managed to stutter.

"Yeah, I guess so." The angel replied solemnly and looked away.

They had set out to find a Christmas tree. Earlier that morning Aziraphale had held a long and pompous speech about the joy of Christmas, and the importance of a tree. Especially since they were supposed to donate it to an orphanage. Eventually Crowley had gotten guilt-tripped enough to follow the angel out in the woods to help him carry the tree back, even if he never would admit it out loud. To Aziraphale he had said that he simply couldn't let the angel bring the children a beautiful tree without at least trying to influence him in choosing one that was rotten. At this excuse the angel had simply chuckled softly and accepted the help coming from the reluctant demon. Now, out in the snow, he began to regret talking the other into this.

"You know, you could just wish the cold away." Aziraphale turned back to Crowley, whose lips were turning blue.

"I am...m." Was the short, and a little ashamed, answer.

"Oh." Was the hesitant reply from the angel. "Well, that is a bit worrying" he thought. After a little more of slow walking in the deep snow Aziraphale stopped once again.

"W...what i..isssss it an...angel?" Crowley asked with clear annoyance in his voice.

"Here." The other stated simply, holding out his jacket. When he saw the reluctance in the other's eyes he smiled reassuringly and stepped over to drape the jacket over the demons shoulders.

"It's okay, I'm not freezing."

"I we...weren't worr...ied." Crowley lied weakly and looked away, nodding ever so slightly as thanks for the extra warmth.

"Of course not, dear." The angel chuckled and started walking again.

"There they are!" Aziraphale exclaimed in delight at the sight of the trees.

"Just a few hundred metres and we are there." He continued happily, forgetting about the sulking demon a few steps behind him.

"Fi...finally." Came the stuttering reply. The fact that Crowley were still stuttering despite the extra jacket made Aziraphale turn around in worry. Sensing the angel's distress the demon put on a brave face and straightened up into an unworried walk. As the angel faced him he smiled innocently and couldn't keep himself from feeling a bit of pride at the confused furrow between the others brows. He could trick the other if he wanted to.

"W...what are you waiting for angel?" He forced the words out without clattering his teeth more than once and hurried past the angel to hide his contorted features. He could keep it up, he could make it. It was just a little snow.

"Ssssso which tree ssshould we cccchosssse to kill?" The demon hissed, unable to control his voice completely when he tried not to stutter. The angel, politely ignoring the excessive hissing replied rather calmly:

"You do not have to say it like that. We are giving the kids a happier Christmas so we will look for the most beautiful tree." The angel said with disapproval which quickly changed into barely contained excitement.

"I am sure that they are going to be so happy!"

"If t..they g...get so...so happy by gett...ting a de...dead tree, t..then I feel alm...mosssst pleasssed." Crowley managed through teeth which refused to stay under his control any longer.

"Crowley dear, are you sure you are okay? I know you can't handle cold to well." Aziraphale laid a hand on the demons arm to hinder him from ignoring the question.

"I'm...m fi...fine." Crowley shrugged the hand of but Aziraphale wasn't fooled. The previously blue-tinted lips of his friend were now deep blue and contrasting strongly against his skin, which was even whiter than usual.

"Your tricks don't work on me, so stop trying. We should go back." Aziraphale said and for a moment Crowley felt thankful, until he saw the disappointed face on the other. Crap.

"No, n...no! We a..are here...re now, let..ts kill a tre...rea!" Crowley said with mock joy and Aziraphale looked at him with a grateful, yet worrying, little smile. Crowley did not feel warmer at seeing that smile, not at all. He was good at lying to himself.

"Right! But let's hurry then, dear." Aziraphale took off through the trees at an impressing speed, towards the biggest and most dense spruces.

"R..right..." Mumbled Crowley and hurried after, slipping and skidding in the snow.

"This one is perfect!" Aziraphale exclaimed and turned towards Crowley in his excitement, only to see the demon stumbling on a pile of snow and falling face first in the deep snow with a muffled scream. The angel's first reaction was to laugh, but as he heard his own merriment he recoiled in horror. What kind of angel would laugh at somebody who just fell? Instead he hurried towards his fallen comrade, who still hadn't gotten up.

"Crowley, dear, are you alright?" He got a small groan as a response and the body on the ground started moving. As Aziraphale reached down to help the other up he noted for the first time how weak the others demonic powers felt and he mentally berated himself for not noticing. As he hauled the other up he couldn't help but flinch at the half-unconscious look the other man had on his face.

"Crowley, we should really get you back to the car."

"I'm fine." Came the barely inaudible reply.

"Don't give me that shit. You. Are. Not. Fine. Let's go!" At this the demon looked up in surprise, did Aziraphale just curse? When he saw the deeply distressed angel he suddenly didn't feel as surprised anymore and he couldn't bring himself to talk back. He grunted in agreement and started shuffling at the opposite direction all the while feeling the angels stare at his back. Aziraphale looked on in silent surprise as the demon actually complied with his suggestion. Or maybe demand was a better choice of words he thought embarrassingly, promising himself not to curse again.

"Crowley, let me help you." The angel said in a concerning tone as he started after the other, not liking the sluggish way the demon moved in. Crowley turned around to answer that "I can take care of myself, thank you very much" but as he turned to face the angel he felt his knees starting to buckle and the edges of his vision going black. Shit.

Aziraphale stared in horror as Crowley's eyes rolled back into his head and the demon crumpled to the ground in a heap. This was not good.

"Crowley!"