Disclaimer: Good Omens and all the wonderful beings within do not belong to me. They belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, or vice versa... depends on which version of the cover you're looking at. No profit is being made, alas, I'm just having fun.
A/N: This is my first Good Omens fic (unless you count the drabbles). There are several switches in POV, as in the book, and I've broken the whole thing up into chapters for your convenience. I've used miles and other American-isms, so bear with me please? This has also only been proofread by me, so I apologize for any daft spelling errors, etc.
Rated T for language, but it's really more of a K .
Any and all feedback will be very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Wensleydale was the slightest bit faster than Brian, and he made it to the Young's house first. He blew through the door—Mr. Young hadn't bothered to lock it—and shouted an apology as he stomped up the stairs. Brian followed seconds later, though he had the decency to kick off his muddy shoes (onto the carpet, which made poor Mr. Young wince quite dramatically) before he too ran upstairs.
Mr. Young wondered what was going on with Adam and his friends. Awfully jumpy tonight, they were.
Pepper had managed to regain her composure before the other boys showed up. A good thing, too, otherwise a fight might have broken out between them. It was bad enough that Adam had seen her cry.
As a result, Pepper was feeling a bit prickly towards the world, not to mention the usual combination of fear/confusion/shock. Brian and Wensleydale, whether for better or for worse, didn't notice her moodiness, being overcome with panic.
"Adam—" Wensleydale started—
"There's something really, really weird going on—" Brian added—
Adam nodded sagely. He was eerily calm. "You're rememb'ring stuff, right?"
The boys nodded. It could be called remembering, if all those images and sounds weren't just daydreams that suddenly overlapped between the two of them, and Adam too, it seemed…
Adam dropped the bomb, then. "It's all true." He figured, quite wrongly, that Brian and Wensleydale, both being Men and therefore Most Definitely Not Girly, would not need the gentle building-up-to that Pepper had required.
Brian screamed. Wensley fell over, and then picked himself up rather hurriedly and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened.
Pepper grinned at them, feeling slightly better. "Lightweights," she said.
"Be nice," Adam replied, and told Brian to shut up. Politely, of course.