Author Warning/Notes:

Hi guys. Well in this chapter some may be confused about how Crow met Azira again. The Device-Pulsifer kids live next door to Aziraphale's family and thus take public transportation together. The public school the O'Connor kids attend is a block away from the private academy Crowley and the Device-Pulsifers attend. I'd like to say that some people mixed up in this plot feel kinda bad about the kids being separated so they kinda fudged the truth to the others letting Az and Crow actually be able to talk and become friends. I will explain this in more detail later now onto warnings.

Hastur is a demon and thus die-hard Satanist of course. He believes it's his goal to make sure his "nephew" doesn't stray from the formula so he harps to Anthony about it all the time. So there will be discussions later when Crow gets older that may make people go WTF?

And this chapter is basically just cutesy best buds stuff. (kinda huck finn and tom sawyer spit in the hand stuff. lol)

Anyway have fun reading.

Till the End

Anthony rested his head on his messenger bag as he bit back the sniffles rising in his chest. He hated everything and everyone, he could feel them looking down on him and condemning him. The mother of that terrible nerd had given him that..."look". If there was anything in the world he hated more than today was that "look" that sickeningly pleasant pity face. Why the hell should that woman pity him? She should pity her wimpy stick bug of a son! Anthony gripped his bag tightly as the cart screeched to a halt. He ground his teeth, the sniffles turning to small snorts and sneers in his body.

Why was that bug so close to HIM? Anthony wanted nothing but to be close to Aziraphale, to be his friend again...again? Anthony shook his head, his thoughts were getting weird again. He finally looked up to see which station he was. Two blue eyes peered at him from between a tartan beanie and plaid scarf. Anthony felt shame and warmth at the same moment as he stared at Aziraphale. It had only been two months since he had met the boy from the doctor's office again and somehow wormed his way into his good graces. Anthony turned his eyes to the floor, And I managed to ruin it all today by smashing Philippe's face into the pavement.

Philippe had been asking for it, egging Anthony on with his insults about him and his family. A lot of children in their school knew he was from an disturbingly odd family, he could even hear the teachers talking about his nanny and how inappropriate his mother was. Anthony bit back tears again, he loved his mother and didn't want anyone slandering her. He flinched when Aziraphale sat next to him, taken a back from his thoughts. He watched the other boy take off his scarf and hold it in his hands for a moment. He seemed to be considering it before he moved suddenly and wrapped the horrible fashion garment around Anthony's neck and mouth.

"You know you can't be out in the cold without a scarf Anthony," Aziraphale said softly, with a gentle smile. His gloved hands tied the scarf before he considered Anthony a long moment.

"Don't you dare put that beanie on me," Anthony muffled through the scarf.

"Okay...you need to stop being a bully Anthony," Aziraphale replied taking the other boy's face into his hands. Anthony's heart thudded uncomfortably in his chest as he stared into the blue eyes.

"We can't be friends anymore if you continue all this...Philippe may be crass but you need to be the bigger man and not react with violence," the blond whispered. Anthony's mouth twitched into a smile,

"You sound so old fashioned," he whispered into the scarf. Aziraphale chuckled and rested his forehead against Anthony's, both enjoying the warmth as the train moved forward.

"I'll behave...just for you okay?" Anthony asked as he wrapped his cold fingers around Aziraphale's warm hands.

"That's enough for me," Aziraphale said sitting back and taking one of Anthony's hands into his own. He watched out the windows of the cart as the tunnel passed by. Anthony held onto Aziraphale's hand and snuggled down into the scarf. Ever since they became friends, they enjoyed this brotherly bond and Anthony felt at peace with everything. .

Another thought brought pain to Anthony's heart, causing tears to flow. His parents had to know he was gone from school and Azira's father was neighbors with that Device woman. He tightened his hold onto his friend, "Want to go to that cafe I told you about?" he managed. "We can go to the public library after...it's just down the street from there." Anthony's mood lightened when Aziraphale glanced at him before giving a small nod.

They got off at the next stop and headed back into the chilly air. Snow flurried about on the street as they walked together, hands intertwined. They made it to the small cafe and Anthony watched Azira stare at the blueberry scones in the glass case. He leaned up on his feet to peek better over the counter when their turn came up and ordered a cocoa, blueberry scone, and a croissant sandwich. Anthony paid for the order with a small bit of money form his allowance before looking back to Azira. The other boy's eyes were shining with mirth as he looked at Anthony.

"You hate blueberries," Aziraphale said fondly.

"Well you like the blueberry scones," Anthony said ducking his face into the scarf as he pulled Azira over to the pickup edge of the counter. The other boy squeezed his hand gently as they waited in a peaceful silence. Anthony released his hold on Aziraphale's hand to take the cocoa cup in both of his hands. His fingers tingled pleasantly at the rush of warmth to his cold flesh as Azira grabbed the plate with their croissant sandwich and scone before they shuffled off to a window table.

They watched people pass by as they ate and drank in silence. Anthony leaned back in his chair and pulled out his designer sunglasses before sticking them on. Azira chuckled and shook his head before nibbling on the corner of the scone. Anthony snorted,

"Just jealous of my dashing good looks," he teased taking the cocoa and sipping.

"Oh yes just green with envy," Aziraphale said eating another piece of his scone.

"Azira...we'll be friends always right?" Anthony asked softly glancing at the other boy. He started imagining what Aziraphale would look like as an adult. He could see him in a button up white shirt with a tartan sweater vest with the most cheesy looking bow tie on to match his professor-like specs. Faint age lines running along the sides of his mouth and eyes. A small dimple appearing when he grinned. He wondered if he'd smell like what old book pages smelled like and maybe a soft whiff of pipe tobacco like what his father smoked.

"Of course Anthony," Aziraphale said firmly. "We're best friends till the end," he said holding out his pinky to the other. Anthony was surprised at the addition of best to friends but he collected himself and rolled his eyes. He held out his own pinky for Aziraphale's to wrap around.

"Best friends till the end...wouldn't it be better if we had spit in our hands and shook or something?" he asked, taking a dignified sip of his cocoa.

Aziraphale's face scrunched up in disgust, "That's unhygienic."

Anthony chuckled and ate a small piece of blueberry scone. They finished their food before depositing their plates and trash in the proper places. They headed back out into the cold and started their way to the library. Anthony glanced at the store windows, seeing all the Valentine's decorations and promotions. He managed his best sneer before watching where they were walking. They made it to the library and disappeared into ancient tomes and lore while Azira went on his lecture about the improper care of books.

As evening neared they went back to the subway and rode it back to Aziraphale's street. Anthony stared down the street at the lights dotting the street as Azira swung his hand a bit. When they reached Aziraphale's stoop, he moved to take off his scarf before being stopped by his friend.

"It's yours Crowley..." Aziraphale whispered softly. Anthony's head shot up to look at Aziraphale in the eyes.

"What did you call me?"

Aziraphale looked embarrassed, "I don't know where it came from...but it fit...maybe it's all the Aleister Crowley stuff we read today?" he asked softly.

"I like it...you can call me Crowley," Anthony said softly, the name thick on his tongue. Aziraphale smile brightened again before he headed up the stairs with a glance back at Anthony.

"I already called my uncle...he's gonna pick me up at the corner," Anthony said folding his arms. Aziraphale stuck out his tongue before going inside to the worried muttering of his siblings and father. Anthony lingered for awhile before trudging down to the corner to wait for Uncle Hastur and the creepy dark hearse like car he drove. He cuddled into the scarf one last time before untying it and shoving it into his messenger bag. He sighed as the car came to a long screech in front of him and climbed into the passenger seat. Hastur glared down at him before pulling out into the street.

"Your father and mother are angry Anthony."

"I know."

"You're in trouble."

"I know."

"Don't let me catch you down this street again."

"Yes, Uncle Hastur."

Anthony preferred short conversations with his uncle. Sometimes when let into a long lecture, he talked about the proper Satan worship and how one must be the perfect evil to get into Hell to serve him for eternity. It was disturbing on so many levels and Anthony tuned his uncle out on most lectures. He would only listen to his mother and Nan, they never said anything about Satan worship or anything else bizarre so he considered them the most sane members of the household. He barely saw his father enough to warrant him any consideration into his sanity or beliefs.

Anthony leaned on the door and blew onto the window before leaving a smiley face on the pane , much to his uncle's distress. He watched the road turn into a line of trees before they came up to the large country mansion his family lived in. Anthony got out before the butler could open the door and dashed up the stairs into the house. Lilith was standing there with her arms folded and a frown set on her face. Nan was reading a book in a nearby chair with a small pleasant smile as Anthony came over to his mother. Lilith released her arms and pet her son's head,

"Your father has grounded you for a week."

"Alright."

"Go upstairs with Nanny Red and get ready for bed."

"Yes mother," Anthony said softly. He felt his mother lift his face up and winced like any boy did when she planted a lipsticked kiss on his forehead.

"Good night my little demon."

"Good night mum," he felt her smile before she released him into the care of his nanny.

Anthony went ahead of Red and tucked the scarf under his pillow before he smoothed his blankets over it.

"Night Aziraphale...hope you're reading a book right now," he whispered softly.

Adam held his head as he sat on the edge of the bed. Pepper came into the room, "Adam...is it the nightmares again?" she asked softly.

"They're so vivid Pep...what if I can't distinguish between reality and dreams soon?" he asked softly.

"It'll be okay," Pepper said softly as the cottage creaked softly when a breeze from the sea blew through. "We'll figure something out."

"I wish I could find them again. If I could find Aziraphale and Crowley they could help me."

"But you said yourself...they've been reborn. They're children not immortal beings who've been around for ages."
"I could try to jog their memories...if I wish it maybe it will happen."

Pepper squeezed his hand and shook her head.

"Don't Adam. Maybe they're safer growing up as mortals. Heaven and Hell can't touch them right?" she asked softly. Adam gave a reluctant nod,

"They have free-will," he said petting Dog's head. The hell hound rested his head on Adam's knee and sighed.

"I'll get your medicine. Why don't you take Dog for a walk?" she asked softly.

Adam waited till she left to go to the kitchen before getting up and dressing. Everything passed as a dream nowadays, with the reality of him as a computer salesman, Pepper as a professor at the local college, married but without children. Adam chalked this up to his "father" trying to influence him now. Creating alternate realities every time he made himself sleep. Dog's tail thudded against his leg as they walked out and down the dirt road. They lived at the pair's cottage now, Adam had inherited it from Mr. Crowley after he was declared dead and married Pepper shortly after.

He had seen the Crowens on television before when the husband had visited England. He followed them obsessively and received word from Anathema in the U.S.A about a baby boy that had been born that reminded her of Aziraphale. They knew something big was going on and with Adam's dreams and delusions getting worse he knew that the two sides were trying to keep him distracted. He paused and glanced to the sea. He really wished that Aziraphale and Crowley could grow up faster and get to Europe before Pep and him would be too old to get around. Well Pep anyway...he wasn't looking forward to watching her age and not being able to give her at least one child. But when he thought about it, he couldn't risk another antichrist fiasco and have Hell get it right.