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Let Us Cling Together As The Years Go By - Of Ferraris and Volkswagens

"I'd like to get my own car," Aziraphale announced to Crowley one lazy afternoon at the bookshop. The demon glanced up from the book he was reading and fixed Aziraphale with an inscrutable stare.

"Why?"

Blushing, the angel stuttered. "Well, I... I just thought... I mean, it would be convenient. And you never have let me drive your Bentley."

"Only because I know you'd drive it slowly," Crowley said under his breath. He was of the opinion that a car like the Bentley was made to be driven fast.

"Sorry dear?"

"What did you have in mind?" asked Crowley.

"I don't know," said Aziraphale truthfully.

Crowley snapped his book shut, now grinning at the idea of going car hunting with Aziraphale. "I can highly recommend the latest Ferrari. The 458 Italia. Very stylish, especially in red."

"Oh? Is that some sort of fancy saloon? I don't think I've heard of it."

It was very hard for Crowley to refrain from rolling his eyes. While he hadn't expected the angel's knowledge of cars to be great, he didn't think it'd be quite this terrible. "Come on, angel," he said, reaching out to take Aziraphale's hand. "Field trip."

In an impossibly short time later, they were inside the Ferrari dealership in London. Aziraphale walked around the 458 Italia one more time, as Crowley watched in amused fascination. "It's a bit... flash," the angel said, uncertainly.

"It's a Ferrari," said Crowley. Then, remembering that wouldn't mean much to Aziraphale, he added. "That's the point. It's meant to be flash... and fast."

Frowning, the angel came to a halt beside Crowley. "I'm sorry dear, but I really don't think it's what I'm looking for."

Crowley looked thoroughly disappointed. Not giving up hope, however, he listed a number of other highly expensive cars in the same league as the Ferrari.

"Those are like this one, aren't they?" Aziraphale guessed, gesturing to the Ferrari.

"Yes," Crowley said sheepishly. "But they really are the only cars worth having these days. And the Ferrari is the best of them."

"What about your Bentley?"

"She's in a league of her own."

Aziraphale didn't argue the point; the Bentley meant the world to Crowley. And quite rightly. For all they knew, the Apocalypse may yet have come to pass if it hadn't been for that car. Besides, Aziraphale was quite sure that the last person to insult the Bentley in front of Crowley had suffered a series of great misfortunes.

Turning to Crowley, as he was suddenly struck with a thought, Aziraphale said, "As much as I appreciate your help, I think this is something I have to do for myself."

The demon inwardly shuddered at the thought of letting Aziraphale loose on the car market. But he, too, had been thinking of his Bentley and nodded. "I agree."

And so Crowley left Aziraphale at the Ferrari dealership and returned to the bookshop. The angel promised to be back by the end of the day.

~ *XX* ~

"Well, I've got a car," Aziraphale said cheerfully when he arrived back.

"What is it?"

"I expect you'll want to see it," said the angel, leading the way back out of the bookshop again. "I do hope you're not too disappointed, because it's not a Ferrari or a Martin Aston."

"Aston Martin."

Aziraphale appeared not to hear Crowley's correction. "But I bought it off this little old lady. She was very kind and offered me such a good price for it. And it looked like she needed the money."

"You paid for it?"

"Yes," said Aziraphale in a tone which was clearly meant to remind the demon that you should actually pay for cars.

"What is it?" repeated Crowley, ignoring the jibe and now feeling both apprehensive and excited. Aziraphale opened the door and stepped aside to allow the demon to see the car parked on the sidewalk. Three things were obvious upon first sight of the car:

1. It was yellow. At least, it had once been yellow.

2. It was also very old, rusting in some places and had taken a beating at some stage. And lastly;

3. It was very distinctly...

"A VOLKSWAGEN BEETLE!" Crowley's incredulous cry echoed down the street.

"Yes, that's it," said Aziraphale beaming. "Why? Don't you like it?" His face fell slightly.

"Like? Like? It's..." Crowley was momentarily lost for words. He turned to Aziraphale, torn between amusement and embarrassment. "How could you...? Why? Why did you buy it?"

Aziraphale looked worried, as though he'd done the wrong thing. "I just did. The lady who owned it was so lovely and kind. She offered me tea. And I..." He was cut off as Crowley began to laugh. "I don't understand," he said weakly.

Smiling fondly at the angel, Crowley wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. "Don't ever change, my dear Aziraphale. Don't ever change."

To be continued... when Aziraphale sleeps in cute pyjamas...