Twenty-two days and seven and a half hours after the Nopocalypse Crowley woke up in his bed, with a plan in mind. It was a perfect plan. A Plan, in fact.

He spent the next two hours compiling a list.

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Twenty-two days, nine hours and forty-five minutes after the Nopocalypse Aziraphale was sitting at the counter in his bookshop and feeling vaguely unhappy. He missed his collection. It wasn't that he didn't like the books Adam had picked out for him – they were all first editions after all – but the initial elation had worn off somewhat. Life did this to you.

It was amazing how boring it all was, boring and...and mundane, he thought. Like nothing had ever happened at all. People were still bustling on the streets. Whales were still dying. Sushi restaurants were still in existence [1].

The doorbell ringing in his ears brutally separated Aziraphale from his quiet musings, which was remarkable, seeing as said doorbell had been broken until a moment ago.

Looking up, he wasn't surprised to see Crowley storming in.

„Angel! "

„Why hello, Crowley. What brings you here?"

Crowley strode through the door and up to the dusty counter, where he pulled a scroll out of his coat pocket that, to the casual observer, looked positively ancient. Aziraphale, however, was not a casual observer and so he scoffed at it, immediately recognizing new paper made to look like old paper. Another annoying trend Crowley had started. [2]

„This ", said Crowley, towering over the angel with a mad gleam in his eyes and slapped it on the wooden counter top. „Take a look. "

Shooting Crowley a questioning look Aziraphale leaned forward to look at the paper. It was a list.

„Eat sushi in Japan. Go to the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro ", he read. „Scuba diving somewhere cool. Flying race through the Grand Canyon. Crowley what the He-..what is this?"

„It's a bucket list ", said Crowley as if that explained everything. It didn't.

The angel frowned. „What's a bucket list? ", he asked.

„It's a list of things you want to do before you 'kick the bucket' ", said Crowley, making air quotes, and looking expectantly at Aziraphale who stared back blankly.

„Crowley, we're immortal", he said. The demon resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

„Your point being? Angel, wenarrowly avoided the Apocalypse three weeks ago. Above and Below might be licking their woundsat the moment but you don't think they'll give up, do you? "

Aziraphale sighed.

„No ", he said and leaned back in his chair with an air of resignation. „I suppose not. "

„Exactly! ", said Crowley. „And who knows how long we've got this time. So- " Crowley stopped dead mid-sentence and gaped at Aziraphale, having only now taken notice of the other's clothes. „Angel, are you wearing jeans?!" He pushed his sunglasses up to get a better look. Aziraphale blushed.

„I'm afraid I am. What do you think? "

„But you never wear jeans!", Crowley blurted out.

„Correction, my dear. I've never worn jeans. Until now, that is. ", said Aziraphale, who was still blushing. Crowley merely stared at him. The jeans didlook good but that wasn't even the most amazing part. They were actually fashionable. They looked as if they were from this century. This decade, , they looked as if they were from thisyear. Infactthey were from the fall collection of the outrageously expensive brand Crowley had launched last year.

„I just thought ", Aziraphale babbled on. „Well. You know. With the apocalypse that didn't happen and everything. It's like you said, who knows how long we've got until the next one? So I thought I might as well try jeans. "

Crowley blinked.

„Um ", he said. „Right. Yeah. " He didn't put his sunglasses back on. Aziraphale was even wearing a nice shirt. No tartan to be seen anywhere [3]. Truly, the world was coming to an end.

The thought snapped him back to the actual reason for this visit.

„Right! ", he said. „Who knows how long we've got. That's exactly it, angel! " He jabbed a long index finger on the list between them. „We should make the most of it. "

„And how do you propose we do that? With this 'bucket list' of yours? " Aziraphale took another look. 'Get really drunk on:' it said. A list of alcoholic beverages followed. It was a very long list. Some items on it sounded downright demonic.

„Yep ", said Crowley and grinned.

„Do I get to add items too, my dear? " Aziraphale raised his eyebrows questioningly.

„Of course ", said Crowley and Aziraphale beamed. „But no books ", he added quickly and the angel's divine glow immediately dropped several notches.

„Fine ", he grumbled. „But I get to pick the first destination. "

Maybe he'd just make his own bucket list.

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[1] Aziraphale had eaten sushi almost every day for the past two weeks, just because he could.

[2] It didn't look half bad, but they would never get the smell right. For some things you just needed several centuries of collecting dust somewhere.

[3] Although in all fairness this was because he couldn't see Aziraphale's belt.