It was a surprisingly decent day in London. A bit cloudy of course, but no rain. A particular demon and angel were walking side-by-side from the Ritz. Crowley was in the midst of explaining his gardening methods to Aziraphale. "Look, Aziraphale, I'm telling you, I yell at 'em for about three hours a day and they sure as hell perk right up!" Aziraphale shook his head, "You're just scaring them half to death Crowley, that's a bit unfair don't you think?" Crowley scoffed at the angel's retort, "Angel I'll get you a plant and you can talk to it however you like, and we'll see who's gardening skills are better, yeah?" Aziraphale nodded and opened his mouth once more, but closed it suddenly. "But I'm telling you, you gotta discipline them to get them to-woah where the hell are you off to?" Aziraphale suddenly turned a corner, curiosity present on his features. "Can't you sense that Crowley? It's so pure! I want to see what it is." Crowley caught up with the ever-quickening angel, "Aziraphale you can't just run off because you sensed something pure." Aziraphale looked back, still hurrying along, "I just did, dear." He continued hurrying, abruptly stopping at a basket. "It seems like the energy is coming from here," As soon as Crowley saw the basket he shook his head, "Uh uh, been there, done that, not a good idea." Aziraphale ignored him and opened up the basket. Inside was a sleeping infant. Aziraphale looked up at Crowley with a pleading look. "Aziraphale, absolutely not, that child isn't our responsibility." Aziraphale pouted, "Crowley! It's just out here! What if it's parents left it alone?"
"Okay first of all use they- what the hell am I saying? We can't keep them!"
"Crowley we have to help them!"
"Angel since when have you cared about the well-being of children? You were there during the flooding of the world and you stayed to watch the party!"
Aziraphale's cheeks flushed red, "That was thousands of years ago Crowley!"
The angel's brows furrowed, "And it's not like I enjoyed watching all those people die!"
Crowley let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"We could put them in the bookshop-or the flat-just for a little while?" Aziraphale pleaded. The demon tried to avoid the angel's eyes, even through the dark sunglasses. He opened his mouth to protest, but what came out was, "Fine, but only until their parents come by, which they will."
"Really? Oh, oh thank you dear!" Aziraphale picked up the basket, beaming with joy. "Yeah yeah, let's find the Bentley and get outta here before someone sees," the demon walked past them to the old car. Aziraphale followed suit, the grin never leaving his face.