Author's Note: Well, technically, I wrote this on Christmas Eve, did some Christmas eve stuff, like lay baby Jesus in his manger and then come back to edit this. So here we are! Merry Christmas eve, I'll have your Christmas day present tomorrow. Geez, I am so glad the world did not end, and I am so glad for winter breaks in school, and I'm just so glad for winter holidays. Merry Holidays to all, and Seasons Greetings, and Have a wonderful (insert name of holiday that will not offend you here).
Warnings: Again, not much. OH WAIT! Blushing Sailor. Yup, that's it. I knew I was missing someone.
Disclaimer: I own Mr. Traugott the Faberge egg, the surprise within the surprise, and the unusually large train they are riding on but nothing more. Well, also, the people they shove, oh, and the blushing sailor(His name is Davy, and his Hair is wavy, and he's in the Navy. ;-) ), and I may have a minor claim on the new languages Crowley created. But nothing more. God owns the rest, or Neil, or Terry, depending on what we're talking about. All respectful characters, events, plots, dialogues, ect. Go to their owners.
ON WITH YE STORY!
He came back down soon with a package. Crowley didn't dare touch it.
"Smells holy." He said with a scowl. He had gotten rid of his glasses a few moments ago since Mr. Traugott knew about his snake-eyes.
"The napkin used to wrap it is. My, I've never heard about this egg. Faberge made 50 but they've never mentioned this one." He said as he put the napkin away from Crowley's reach. Crowley stared wondering when his angel had obtained such a deep fascination with Faberge Eggs. Well, then again, he did enjoy snuffboxes and those things were ridiculous.
The egg was completely made out of polished dark wood, and studded with emerald and jade, on one side of the egg was a small depiction of a tree, it's branches studded with red rubies, and there, near the tree was a sapphire blue pond, with little duck shaped yellow topaz floating about. Symbols that should no longer exist on earth were inscribed above the tree.
"It's the garden Crowley!" Aziraphale said happily.
"Well, what do you know," Crowley said amused. In fact Crowley did know, he'd never mistake that particular wood anywhere, that wood was straight from the garden, straight from the tree of knowledge if he said so himself. He was about to make this point when Mr. Traugott spoke up.
"Open it." Mr. Traugott said.
Aziraphale using steady fingers did. When he did he smiled.
"It has a surprise! Just like the Coronation Egg! It's a chariot!"
"No, Aziraphale, it's a car." Mr. Traugott said.
Crowley took the egg from Aziraphale and took out the car.
"It's my Bentley." Crowley said eyeing the car wearily.
"It is? Are you sure dear? You know, Faberge's last egg wasn't even finished the year you bought your car."
"He's yours isn't he?" Crowley asked Aziraphale.
"What do you mean dear?"
"He's one of heavens souls isn't he?"
"Well, yes he is but-"
Suddenly, the car began to play music.
It was the first few measures of Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture. Then it turned into Killer Queen suddenly and abruptly.
"That's odd, I don't remember those notes." Aziraphale said frowning.
"It's definitely the Bentley." Crowley said sighing.
The music stopped and the car's hood opened revealing a small folded up piece of parchment.
"Oh that is so wonderful! A surprise within the surprise!" Aziraphale said laughing.
Crowley stared at the Angel.
"Well, I've had that thing for years, it's never done that before,"
Aziraphale got that look on his face, that was always accompanied by a word.
"Don't say it Angel." Crowley said as he removed the paper. He unfolded it and sighed.
"Guess we're going to Monaco."
They were on the train once more heading back towards France, and Aziraphale was nervous.
"What if they find us?"
"Then they'll find us."
"What if they kill us?"
"Then they kill us."
"What if they take you from me."
"Zirah, calm down, nothing will happen. You said so yourself right? Ineffable." Crowley said looking over the rim of his sunglasses.
Aziraphale didn't bother mentioning that ineffability did not always lead to a happy ending. In fact, ineffability hardly ever led to something everyone expected.
"Alright dear. In fact, I think I'll take a walk, clear my head."
"Alright. Don't take too long it's getting dark and passengers are expected to sleep.
They had been on a train since the morning. Four hours to get to Germany, and now, it'll take eleven hours to get to Monaco. They'd get there at about one o'clock in the morning. At first taking the train had seemed like a splendid idea since no one would be asking questions about why they were traveling so frequently and without luggage. Now, with the time it was taking, Crowley was starting to regret it.
After a few more minutes, he saw Aziraphale walking back. He gave Crowley a small wave which Aziraphale returned.
Suddenly, Crowley froze. In front of him, Aziraphale tensed as well, back arched as if ready to pull out wings at any moment. They had felt another unearthly presence. Quick as lightening, he flew out of his seat and towards the Angel.
"We need to get off this train."
"I'd like to but it's moving."
"Has that ever stopped us before? You've got wings haven't you?"
Suddenly, they felt the presence heavier than ever before.
"Alright let's go." Crowley said.
Aziraphale turned quickly and headed towards the back of the train, pushing people to the side with a brief 'sorry,' or 'excuse me,' or 'beg pardon,' because even when in eminent danger, an angel must always remember their manners.
Suddenly from a side door, an arm reached out and grabbed Aziraphale. Crowley heard muffled cries from the angel.
"Zirah!" he cried out as he reached the door. He rushed through the door and saw a flash of tartan escape through another door further down. He raced to the door that couldn't decide whether to lock itself as the other demon had demanded of it, or to open freely as this new demon demanded. Seeing the new demons look of what would have been considered "Divine Wrath" on an angel, he decided to open right up.
He raced down the maid's hallway and swore up and down, left and right in multiple languages and even some he made up on the spot. He swore so much it would've made a sailor blush. Nothing to creative though, mostly variations of the phrases 'Damn huge Trains' and 'When I get my hands on whoever the somewhere did this, I swear to someone, all somewhere will break lose.'
He cursed mightily heavily when he thought he heard another door close somewhere down the hall and then another, and then another.
'Alright, Crowley, calm down. Going about this hotheaded and crazed with anger is going to get you nowhere. Calm down and try to pick up on their presence.'
He took a few deep breaths before locking on to the angel's signature. It felt familiar, and discomforting, it made him feel on edge and yet, it made him feel like everything would be alright.
'The roof of the train.' He thought, and immediately went for the first exit he could find.
Author's Note:
Well, I forgot to mention this last time but if you will recall the old man and religious young lass back from the chapter after the whole cake incident, yes them, that was Mr. Traugott and Viktoria. Traugott roughly translates to Trust God, Viktoria is a pretty name, and Mr. Traugott would be at least 82. Also, i made him look like santa because, well, that's what i'd like my grandfather to look like, and i've never met a German man in his 80's so i don't know how he'd look. Also, if you're wondering, he was always a bit of an atheist, he thought there was someone or something, he didn;t know what though. He didn't like religion, but he felt that doing those terrible things to the Jewish people during WWII was terrible and they didn't deserve that treatment, noone did. He was a good nurse, saved a few lives, but lost too many for him to believe in God's mercy or ineffability. Also, Mr. Traugott, is now religious because in my experience that's what happens to old people, they become religious also, he had an experience with a religious someone, and he was given a second chance, (twice sort of) Viktoria is religious, because the event that took her parent's lives did not take hers, and she feels it must've been for a reason. The end.