I left this fandom a while ago. However, recently, for some reason, my love for this book and its fandom came back with full force so… here I am. Hope you enjoy it!

Originally, I posted this in another place, because I'm sort of hiding from my readers from THG fandom but... well, I figured I'll publish it here too... LOL F

Also, there's a reason why Aziraphale is a female and it all make sense... at some point, I promise! English is not my native language, so feel free to point out any mistakes!

Good Omens and all characters related are property of Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.


Chapter 1

A first meeting.

The meeting place was a small café near St. James Park. It had seemed a smart choice: the place wasn't owned by any member of either side, it was out in the open which made an attack easier, but less likely to occur. All in all, Aziraphale though it had been a good decision.

The tee was awful, though.

Or maybe it was just her nervousness. She took another sip from her rather bland tee and glanced at her watch. It seemed that the other side's envoy was running late. Expected, of course, but unwelcome anyway.

She sighed. She wished she hadn't been chosen for this assignment, but ever since Michel had informed her Division of the task, she had known she would be the most logical choice. Aziraphale was a born diplomatic: her calm demeanor, along with her politeness and her undeniable ability to defend herself if needed (both verbally and physically) made her the perfect woman for the job.

Why had her organization decided they needed to have a meeting with the other side was something she didn't question.

Sighing again, she took her book out of her purse. If she was going to wait any longer, she better get comfortable. She had just started reading the first page when someone took seat in front of her. She put her book down and glanced at the newcomer.

It was a handsome man, with dark hair and high cheekbones. He smiled (or was it a smirk?) at her, taking off his sunglasses and offering her his hand "Anthony J. Crowley" he introduced himself "I'm Hell's envoy"

"Aziraphale Engel" she said, taking his hand and shaking it "You're late" she pointed out.

The man smiled again "Well… yes. But that's to be expected from someone from my side"

"I know"

They stared at each other, measuring their opponent. Aziraphale was fairly sure that Hell had chosen Crowley because of how attractive he was. So attractive that it was almost distracting.

Almost being the key word. After all, Aziraphale wasn't one to be distracted by something so trivial.

She briefly wondered what he thought about her. She knew she was pretty, but rather plain and that her clothing was anything but fashionable. They made quite a contrast, she supposed, considering just how nicely he was dressed. She suddenly wished she had worn a dress, instead of her plain trousers and her frumpy sweater.

But that was just silly. She was on a meeting with an enemy agent, not on a date!

"So, Mr. Crowley, I…"

"Just Crowley"

She stared at him after the interruption, frowning slightly "Right. So, Crowley, my people sent me…"

"I think that before we continue this meeting, we should get rid of our weapons. As an act of… good will, if you wish"

Aziraphale almost groaned. Why did he keep interrupting her? "What makes you think I'm carrying a weapon?" Crowley just stared at her and Aziraphale sighed "Fine" she whispered darkly, taking out the dagger she always keep hidden beneath her sleeve out with one smooth movement and placing it on the table "There. Happy?"

Crowley smirked and then took a gun out of his belt, tossing it casually next to Aziraphale's dagger "It's an odd choice of weapon, don't you think?"

Aziraphale shrugged. "I've never liked guns. They seem so… impersonal"

"Well, I don't like any weapon that makes me come too close to my opponent. Would get blood all over my clothes"

"Of course. You wouldn't want any blood over those fancy clothes of yours"

"I suppose that in your case that doesn't matter much, does it?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Aziraphale asked, her voice rising slightly. She glared at Crowley, who just keep on smirking and she took a deep calming breath. So much for calm demeanor… "Anyway, we're not here to discuss my fashion sense…"

"Or lack of it"

"We're here to discuss an Arrangement of sorts between our sides" she continued, as if he hadn't spoken. She was getting more and more convinced on the fact that her companion had been chosen for this mission because of his handsomeness and not on his diplomacy skills.

"Right. So, Zira…"

"Don't call me that"

"Oh, come on, you don't expect me to use your whole name? It's a mouthful"

"It's not…"

"What does it mean, anyway?"

Aziraphale sighed. She suspected it was going to be a long afternoon…


"So, how was your meeting?" Michel asked the next morning, just as soon as she entered the room. Aziraphale groaned.

"It was hell"

"Well, I expected as much" her supervisor said, with a teasing smile that made Aziraphale glare at him "what did you think of your contact?"

"He's an ass. I can imagine working with him on the long term"

"Do you want me to choose someone else?"

Aziraphale thought about it for a couple of seconds "No. I can handle it"

"I know you can Zira. You're my best agent!"

She smiled. That much was true. She still didn't like her new assignment "I've started searching for information about my contact. I haven't found much, though…"

"Probably because he's not high enough for us to have a personal record on him" announced a pissed off voice behind them. Michel rolled his eyes and turned around to face the newcomer.

"We've been through this, Metatron. Zira's the best for the job"

James "Metatron" Good, Director of Heaven's Field Division wasn't even paying attention to Michel. His gaze was fixed on Aziraphale, who smiled somewhat shyly and tried not to look too unconformable.

"We could have sent someone else. We didn't need to send a special agent for this. Anyone else…"

"Anyone else wouldn't have made out the most of this mission" Michel argued, crossing his arms in front of him "Zira will get us info that nobody else will"

"Well, I don't know about that" Aziraphale interrupted before the Metatron could retort "But I don't mind. And I'll do my best to get as much info as possible. Really James, there's no need for you to worry"

"Hpmh. Just don't do anything foolish, Aziraphale" and with that, he left. Michel glared and Aziraphale let out the breath she didn't even knew she was holding.

"He's so… argh!" exclaimed Michel, his attention once more on Aziraphale. She just smiled "Guess that's what I get for sending his fiancée on a dangerous mission, huh?"

"Probably" Aziraphale agreed "But don't worry about him, Michel. I'll handle this"

Michel nodded curtly "I certainly hope so, Zira. I wouldn't want the Metatron going all "I told you so" on me if something happens to you…"

"I'll be fine" she argued, with a dismissing wave of her hand "Anthony Crowley may be a headache, but he's not dangerous"

He was awfully handsome, though.


So... liked it? hated it? Let me know! Thanks for reading!