The fire was hot, more hot than any normal bonfire or any other man-made fire. Not surprising considering the fire was most certainly not man-made. It was certainly hot enough that had he been in a better state of mind, Aziraphale would wonder what could have happened to anything and anyone that may have been on the M25 when the fire began. But right now, the only thing he worried about was getting through to the other side. He gripped the seat hard, the other hand braced on the roof, much like he would do when his friend speeds through London at near 100mph. He gave a sidelong look at the demon in the drivers seat, noting how Crowley was concentrating hard, as he was focusing his power on staying in one piece.

Crowley ignored everything around him, especially how his unwanted passenger cried out in agony and hatred as his body was discorporated. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he felt the Bentley tremble from the infernal temperature of the fire. He did the only thing he could do, and use the one thing that no other demon had: Use his imagination to keep the car in one piece.

"You... are my car." He growled through clenched teeth. "I've had you from new. And you are NOT... going... to burn... Don't even THINK of it...!"

The fire inside the vehicle seemed to die out, not that it was much difference. Crowley was covered in soot and his hair was a mess. His golden snake eyes had blown wide, not one bit of his sclera was white. Aziraphale knew it would be best to not distract the demon. He hoped they got through soon...

Lucky it wasn't too much longer, as they eventually broke free of the fire, and Crowley couldn't help but laugh in victory, waving at the two police officers waiting on the outer edge of the fire as he drove past. Perhaps things were finally going his way!

"Alright, angel. Where do we go now?" He glanced to his left and had to do a double take.

"I must apologize, my dear. It appears I may have discorporated."

Crowley stopped the car, forgetting, for the moment, that the vehicle was still on fire. He looked over at the angel who despite not having a body was sitting in the passenger seat. He cursed under his breath. "Angel, I, ngk. I didn't..."

"It's quite alright, my dear. It was bound to happen, that body WAS 6000 years old."

Crowley still muttered under his breath an apology. It was quiet, as a 'proper demon' doesnt apologize. "So what now? You can't stay here like that."

Aziraphale's form was translucent, and lacked any defining features that Crowley had known. Instead of earth toned vest and clothing, instead of his tartan bow-tie, it was all one color. If the angel had been solid he was sure it would all be white or cream colored.

"No, I'm afraid you are right. I can feel the pull towards heaven getting quite strong. But given how close we are to the start of things, I highly doubt they will be quick to re-issue me a body so quick."

Crowley tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, mind racing fast. "Maybe if you could..." he trailed off, not sure how his friend would even take such a suggestion.

"Perhaps if I were to find a receptive body." Crowley looked at Aziraphale sharply, as that was the last thing he would have expected to hear from the angel.

"I mean, if you thought about it. Demon's can do it, and Angels and demons are of the same stock. There's no reason to stand that it...Wouldn't work..." Aziraphale fiddled with his ring distractedly.

"Right." Crowley cleared his throat. "But where would you find one this far out?"

"It might take me time to find one, as well as get to Tadfield airbase. Pity I can't inhabit yours. Angel... demon... we'd probably explode." Aziraphale's hand dropped to his side, as he concentrated to try to see if he could tell if there was anyone close to Tadfield that he could get to.

Crowley flopped back into the seat, at a loss. He was tempted to just ask the angel to inhabit his body. Even if they were to explode, what was the worse that could happen? He would at least be discorporated fast enough and have half a chance to find William. His heart panged at the thought of what could be happening to the boy, his... son. He shook his head, there was no time for that right now. If they didn't, act fast, the world was doomed regardless. He ran his right hand through his damp, sooty hair, and stretched his other hand to his side, wanting to grip onto something; anything.

Before either of them realized what was happening, Crowley and Aziraphale's hands crossed planes. The angel no longer felt like he was being pulled heavenward, but instead he found himself being pulled into the demon. It felt hot; very hot; though not as hot as the fire they had just driven through. Crowley closed his eyes and concentrated on NOT exploding as another ethereal form fought for a place within his corporation.

"This is rather..."

"We need to relax..."

"Easy for you to say..."

"This is completely new for me too..."

Back and forth, Crowley's voice changed between his and Aziraphale's, and his thoughts were hard to control, he had Aziraphale's thoughts inside his own thoughts, and it was difficult to tell who's was who's.

"Crowley... what is..." A thought had passed through the demon's mind, the last one he was thinking of before accidentally pulling an angel's spirit into his body.

"Angel, I..." He fought against his body trying to eject the foreign spirit. "No, we will not fall apart here, we need to concentrate. I'll explain what happened later, we don't have time for that."

"No, you are quite right. Time enough for that later, once we find the boy."

It only took a few minutes more before they managed to sort things out. Crowley turned his rear view mirror so he could see into it, and noticed that his reflection was no longer his own.

"Well... that's new." Crowley turned his head back and forth and noticed that it was Aziraphale that mirrored the actions.

"Yes, well. We should get a wiggle on."

"I... what?" The demon looked at the mirror incredulously.

"To Tadfield!" Aziraphale nodded his head in his direction.

"No, I got that. It was the 'wiggle on.'" Crowley shook his head, and started driving, he grabbed the map from within the book to make sure they were going in the right direction, and increased the speed. Time was running out.

...

The car managed to make it to the airbase, though there was a tricky bit when they got INTO the small village, they drove in circles trying to find the way through. There were no street signs, so the map was rather useless. Lucky they found a local resident to help point them in the right direction. The man seemed rather confused that not only was the young man driving a car that was on fire, but he seemed to have been practicing ventriloquism while asking for directions as there was distinctly two different voices coming from him. What was it with the youth these days? From Adam and the Them acting like rule breaking hooligans, to this young lad and his flaming vehicle, the world was going to ruin!

...

They pulled up to the entrance of the military base and stepped out of the Bentley. Crowley grabbed the book on his way out, just in case they needed to consult it to convince the army human to let them in.

"You won't get that sort of performance out of a modern car." He made his way to the uniformed man who had climbed out of the gatehouse, his weapon in hand. "Army human, my friend and I... I mean, I've come here for a very important rea-"

However, just as they were about to give a really good, albeit probably half-baked reason to get inside the military base, the car exploded in a pillar of fire. Crowley felt his stomach drop at the sight, and fell to his knees as he watched his most prized possession went up in flames.

'Crowley...' Aziraphale muttered softly, wishing there was a way to comfort his friend. He turned their head over the shoulder noting the human had his gun trained on them.

"Sir! I'm going to have to ask you to put your hands up!"

'Crowley, we need to do something, he has a gun. IT'S POINTED AT US!'

But Crowley didn't respond. He was heartbroken at this point.

'Crowley! I am the nice one, you can't expect me to do the dirty work!'

"I am having a moment here!" He snapped, both at Aziraphale and the army human who kept yelling at him, demanding he do what he says or he will fire.

'Oh for the love of...' Aziraphale sighed, and snapped Crowley's feelings at the human, causing the human to vanish in a pop. Later he would hope he sent the human somewhere safe and pleasant, but there wasn't time for that now.

"Rest in peace. You were a good car." He picked up the book and the tire iron, and headed to the gate, which for some reason was side open. "Aziraphale, I wasn't exactly paying attention, but did some kids ride by while we were looking at the car?"

'Yes, I do believe there was. Do you think one of them was the anti-Christ?'

"Possibly." He just registered that the alarm had been blaring, rather obnoxiously. Approaching the gate were a handful of vehicles, each loaded with military personal. He cleared his throat. "Right. I need to get over the car thing." He looked fondly at the still burning fire, then back to the approaching humans. "I'll deal with them."

'Let's go lick some serious butt!'

It was all Crowley could do to not roll his eyes. " It's 'kick,' Aziraphale. 'Kick butt' for heaven's sake!" He shuddered violently, air stolen from his lungs. "I can't believe I just said that."

They ran onto the base, following the bike tracks toward the center of the base. They had no idea what they were walking into, but they both were on edge. Whatever happened next, it would determine the survival of the whole world.