This is my first Good Omens fic, and I owe a great deal of thanks to Cuckoo Clover for allowing me to continue with an idea she presented earlier on the sight. If you haven't read it, it makes a marvelous preface to the story you are about to read. Full disclosure it takes me a chapter or two to get in a rhythm with the characters so give it a chance. I will post as often as I can leave a comment down below I love to hear from you all. Of course I own nothing.

Neither of them had talked about it, but it was happening more and more often since they had stopped the apocalypse. Five times this month, they were waking up from number six. Aziraphale was face down at his desk and Crowley miles away in his bed.

Aziraphale woke first, he looked around, he didn't remember falling asleep here. He didn't remember falling asleep at all. In fact the last thing he remembered was dinner with Crowley. They'd been meeting at least twice a week since the world didn't end and they were on the outs with their respective head offices. Safer in numbers is how they justified it, and it's not like they had to hide their friendship anymore.

At first they brushed off the time loss to excessive alcohol, but deep down neither of them believed it.

Aziraphale went for the paper on the doorstep of his shop, last time it had been a couple hours, but this felt different, longer. For one it was daylight, and the last thing Aziraphale remembered was dinner. Sunday? How could it be Sunday? They had met for dinner on Friday. This was getting ridiculous he went for his phone.

"You've reached Anthony Crowley. You know what to do. Do it with style."

"Crowley I know you're there. It was a day this time, a whole day! Please tell me you remember something because I don't and I don't like the idea that someone is playing games with us. Do you think they know what we did…."

"What do you mean it's been a whole day?" Crowley picked up the receiver, interrupting his friend.

"It's Sunday Crowley. We went to dinner Friday. Do you remember anything about yesterday?" Aziraphale was frantic. "We appear to have skipped Saturday."

"You can't just skip a day angel." Crowley reasoned.

"Well we have unless you can tell me what we did yesterday."

"I don't know about you but I...I...I'll be right over!" Crowley slammed down the receiver, and made it across London in half the time it would have taken anyone else. "What did I do yesterday?" The door locked and the blinds closed as the demon strolled in. "What did you do to me?"

"Me?! I didn't do anything! I'm the good one." Aziraphale jumped up from his desk. "What did you do?"

"Me?!"" Crowley casually dropped himself onto his friends couch.

"So it wasn't you and it wasn't me?" Aziraphale sat back down. "You don't suppose it was…"

"Naaah… I mean...this soon...they wouldn't...they couldn't know...how would they." Crowley was back on his feet and pacing.

"I don't suppose you have anyone down there you could ask." Aziraphale tried, Crowley just lowered his sunglasses. "Me either." he sighed, "Do you think they are afraid of us?"

"That's a funny thought isn't it someone being afraid of you." Crowley couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes I suppose it is." Aziraphale accepted, with a pout.

"Don't take it the wrong way Angel, it's my job to be scary, I'm a demon. What kind of world would we live in if people went around being afraid of angels." Crowley consoled, "Of course after my performance in the fire pit upstairs perhaps they may think twice about you."

"Well they certainly won't be trying holy water on you anytime soon." Aziraphale was still quite proud of his charade two months ago.

"Which is nice and all but it doesn't explain what's happening to us now." Crowley conceded.

"I suppose there are a couple people we could ask." Aziraphale suggested.

"Oh noooooo...you don't mean." Crowley frowned, "I had hoped to be done with Tadfield."

"Well do you have a better idea?"

"What good would a descendent and the former antichrist do us?" Crowley still wasn't so sure.

"You said it yourself he will probably have some powers all his life and she is more than just a descendent. I don't know about you but I would prefer not to keep losing track of time."

"Tadfield it is then." Crowley started for the door. "I'm driving." As if it were even a question.