For 29Pieces who let me borrow her sentient Bookshop and Bentley headcanon for this (because I adore them and Angel and Dearboy ^_^) Check out her story "Soul of Velum, Heart of Chrome"

27. "Natural Disaster Bingo 2020"

(Extreme weather, power outage)

It was one of the worst storms London had ever seen, at least in recorded history. An enormous blizzard that was raging through the city.

The Bookshop shuddered.

It had not been very long since its power had gone out—the whole street had gone out. Of course, it had instantly lit some oil lamps Aziraphale always kept around from the old days, giving the shop a little light.

It would do no good if there wasn't something to light the angel and demon back home.

The Bookshop was a bit of a worrywart, at least that's what Bentley told it snidely. It must have gotten the trait from Aziraphale. But really, it had every right to worry right now. Aziraphale and Dearboy were off on a dangerous mission in this! It had no way of knowing when they would be back or if they would be all right.

At least Bentley was with them—that was the only consolation the Bookshop had. After all, they were incredibly accident prone and needed someone, or rather something to look after them.

More wind swept around and rattled the Bookshop, roofing flying off. The Bookshop winced internally. It had already taken some damage, and it only seemed like the storm was only getting worse.

Oh, it wished that the angel and demon were back safe and sound.

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The Bentley also wished it were anywhere but where it was currently.

The roads of London were so slippery, and the snow was blanketing everything, allowing the car's headlights to only pierce, generously, a foot in front of it.

Crowley's hands were only barely clutching the wheel too, not that the Bentley needed the demon to drive, but it was very concerned. Both the demon and the angel had been injured, and now it was telling.

Luckily they were almost back in Soho, at least the Bentley thought they were. Honestly, it wasn't entirely sure anymore.

It was so cold. The Bentley could feel its engine struggling, which it never did, but with Crowley nearly unconscious, well, perhaps there was a dearth of all-important imagination.

But if even the Bentley was cold with its combustion engine, the angel and demon were practically frozen.

Angel was already unconscious, blood seeping from a wound in his side, and Crowley, well…the Bentley could feel his blood seeping into the seats as well, something it hated above all else. Even when Crowley miracled it away after tough missions, it always felt like it was still there, a horrid reminder.

They needed help, and the Bentley was determined to make sure it got back to the safety of the Bookshop.

Crowley's hand finally slipped completely off the wheel as he slumped against Angel.

Well, that was it then, looked like Bentley was on its own.

XXX

The Bookshop was tense, worried as more and more bits of it were torn off in the wind. How could anyone, even an angel and a demon, be out in this without getting blown away like the girl and her dog in that one story Aziraphale had read.

And then finally, there was the weak sound of a horn.

The Bookshop settled in relief, seeing Bentley out front, but its engine was barely running, the ice attacking its working parts. If it sat there for too much longer, it wouldn't be able to move again until the storm stopped!

And why were Aziraphale and Dearboy not getting out?

The Bentley flashed its headlights weakly and the Bookshop made a decision. It opened the door and had to push hard against the drifts of snow. Its frames shuddered as the cold air blew inside, but the Bentley got the hint, turning laboriously in the snow and driving inside while the Bookshop performed its own little miracle, widening the door so it could enter (not the first time it'd had to do that!)

It slammed the door shut on the howling wind as the Bentley limped inside and gave a grateful rumble, shaking slightly to detach some snow, almost like a dog. The Bookshop normally didn't like anything wet inside of it, around the books, but it would forgive its friend this time.

The Bentley's door opened and the Bookshop dropped several books on the floor in shock as what it saw.

Aziraphale and Dearboy were slumped inside, completely unconscious. The Bentley rumbled in shared concern, and tried to turn on its own heater.

It wasn't working very well, as the Bentley must be nearly frozen, so the Bookshop made the fire in the grate ignite, causing the heat to waft out into the shop.

The Bentley rumbled in relief and proceeded to drip even more on the floor, before it was able to turn its own heater on and hopefully warm up the angel and demon inside.

The Bookshop and Bentley waited anxiously as the storm raged. The Bookshop battened down the hatches as they said at sea, and tried to make itself as imperviable as possible to protect everything inside. The storm only tore more of its roofing and siding off, but it knew it was nothing Aziraphale couldn't put back to rights later. It was only glad it had been built so strong, so that it could withstand the storm and keep those it cared about safe.

Finally, finally the storm ended, and the warmth of the Bookshop seemed to eventually bring Aziraphale and Dearboy back around as well.

The demon woke first, groaning as he pushed himself upright.

"Angel?" he groaned.

The Bentley woke from a nap and carefully shifted to get closer to the couch.

"How the Heaven…" Dearboy muttered as he looked around.

"Crow-ley?"

The Bookshop felt instant relief at hearing Aziraphale's voice and helped the Bentley move, dragging the rug it was sitting on closer to the couch as well.

"Easy, angel, you're hurt," Dearboy said quietly.

"Where're we?" Aziraphale mumbled.

"Somehow, back at the bookshop," the demon said, frowning as he looked around. "Inside the bookshop. With the car. Funny how that happens sometimes."

"Mm," Aziraphale mumbled.

The Bentley opened the other car door and the demon looked up with a frown, before he seemed to shrug and got out, limping, and tugged Aziraphale out of the car as well.

A pile of blankets appeared on the couch and Dearboy lowered Aziraphale down, wrapping him in blankets before he sank down himself, shivering, and pulling another several blankets around himself, seeming to drift off again.

Before Aziraphale drifted off, though, he looked up and gave a small smile. "Thank you, old thing. Er…or, you know."

The Bookshop preened, but was mostly just glad that everyone was safe. Aziraphale and Crowley still didn't entirely believe just how sentient their bookshop and automobile were, but they were beginning to at least acknowledge that something more than normal was going on.

The storm was over before much longer, and by the time the angel and demon awoke, the power was back on.

The Bentley had gone back outside so as not to raise undue suspicion, and Aziraphale and Dearboy tended each other's injuries, which had mostly healed during their rest.

The Bookshop watched over all of this, a little battered, but feeling warm inside. It was always a good feeling to make it out on the other side of a storm.

And this is the final Good Omens story for the month. Thanks to everyone who read and followed!

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