One Of Us

Disclaimer: Good Omens go to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. God belongs only to Himself, and the song 'One Of Us' was written by Joan Osborne (I just had that tune going through my head).

What if God was one of us/ Just a slob like one of us/ Just a stranger on the bus/ Trying to make His way home/

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It had happened while Crowley was on his way back to his apartment one day. He'd been walking, and perhaps if he hadn't been nothing would have happened.

So there he was, the big bad demon who only really called himself evil because it was in the job description, walking down the street on a summer's day. The only time of the year when his sunglasses didn't look out of place. Not that he cared or anything – little prejudices went a long way and all.

Admittedly, he hadn't been looking where he was going. He hadn't felt that he needed to. After all, it was only a matter of making sure no one bumped into him, really.

Not to mention the fact that the person coming towards him also had his mind on an awful lot of Other Things. Several million or more, in fact.

A rather startled, yet at the same time polite and amused 'Oof!' occurred at the exact same time as an irritated yet almost polite 'Would you watch where you're-' that cut off and trailed into an exasperated groan.

It just so happened that that day was during one of the few weeks off that Aziraphale had chosen as a much needed holiday. He had gone to Shropshire.

Which meant, of course, that Crowley was due a few good deeds, as the angel had promised some minor temptations to occur on his way.

Crowley smiled and miracle the bags the man had been carrying upright and with everything that had spilled clean and whole inside them. He did not add or take anything from the load. It was bad enough with the risk of being seen. Being seen using his initiative and enjoying it just wouldn't do. He did have some reputation left.

Having finished, Crowley looked up.

In looking up, Crowley saw the – albeit rather bemused – smile.

Crowley did not run. But he didn't exactly walk away at a leisurely pace, either.

Still standing bemusedly in the same place, God smiled with laughter and said thank you.

A few streets away, the demon sneezed, blessing.

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AN: Just a little short I thought up. Not intended to be anything other than a bit of fun inspired by music. Can be seen as part of the 'And He Smiled' universe, if you like.