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Chapter 5,

Adam and The Them has to go home for dinner, so they said goodbye to their new guardian and went home. Aziraphale waved to them and then he walked to Anathema and Newt's place. As much as he loves children, Aziraphale still felt the need to talk to Crowley. They discussed very little of this ridiculous move. Surely Crowley was being ridiculous. They were safe from Heaven and Hell. And even if they weren't, they would not necessarily be safer in Tadfield just because Adam was there. Why should he leave the bookshop to come to Tadfield? And why should Crowley leave his life. Though now that Aziraphale thought about it, he couldn't really think of something Crowley truly loved. Well, Crowley loved the Bentley, but surely the demon would take that with him. Maybe that is why Crowley has no problem with the idea of abruptly moving. He has no real roots back home. But he has no roots in Tadfield either.

"Crowley, Newt, Anathema?" Aziraphale said when he walked into the backyard. Newt came out and held the door opened for Aziraphale.

"I'm here, Aziraphale. I'm afraid Crowley and Anathema went for a walk." Newt said.

"Oh? Do you know where they went walking?" Aziraphale asked, as he entered the house. Newt pulled out two mugs and set them on the table.

"I'm sure that they just went around. What kind of tea would you like?" Newt asked and Aziraphale glanced at the door.

"Oh, um... but, uh, do you know when they will be back?" Aziraphale asked and Newt cleared his throat.

"Come now. How about some cocoa instead? We have this peppermint cocoa that's really nice." Newt said and Aziraphale rose his eyebrows in interest.

"Well, I suppose I could be interested in that." Aziraphale said and Newt got this ready.

"So it may not be my place, but do you want to talk? Seemed like you got pretty frustrated with Crowley earlier." Newt said and Aziraphale hesitated.

"I guess I'm having trouble seeing things from his point of view." Aziraphale said and Newt put the kettle on, then sat down beside the angel.

"You can't understand why Crowley would want to move here?" Newt asked to clarify.

"That's so silly. If we were in danger, I can't see why being around Adam would be safer." Aziraphale said and Newt shrugged.

"I'm not sure that's so silly." Newt said.

"Why don't you think so?" Aziraphale asked.

"Well, from my understanding, Crowley was tasked with keeping an eye on the Antichrist, because he couldn't be sensed by angels or demons." Newt said and Aziraphale nodded.

"Yes, that's correct. Smashing job we did, huh." Aziraphale said and Newt smiled.

"But that's exactly my point. You both watched over a child because you thought he was the Antichrist. Neither of you knew the truth until the boys 11th birthday." Newt said and Aziraphale paused.

"I'm sorry, I fail to see the point." Aziraphale confesses and Newt pulled the kettle over and poured some water into their mugs. Aziraphale could instantly smell peppermint and he smiled as he stirred the spoon around in the drink.

"My point is that Adam is undetectable. Think about it, the Four Horsemen, Heaven, Hell, Lucifer, they only knew where the Apocalypse was suppose to start. They didn't look around for where Adam was, only where he was suppose to be. And if they tried to find Adam, they couldn't." Newt said and Aziraphale hesitated.

"That doesn't matter. Children can only travel so far on their own. It's only logical that the boy would live close to the Air Base." Aziraphale said and Newt shrugged.

"Well, isn't it logical for two immortal beings to become friends? Yet it took them thousands of years to discover your friendship with Crowley." Newt said and Aziraphale blinked.

"I suppose it's equally possible that Adam is 'in the wind', as they say." Aziraphale said.

"You know, I never believed in witches when I joined the Witch Finder Army. I lost my job, again, and I couldn't face my mom. She is so supportive, but it's hard on her, I can tell. I met Shadwell and thought this could get me out of the house until I found a job that I could keep. Mr. Shadwell told me to do research in local papers and see what was unusual." Newt said and Aziraphale took a sip of his peppermint hot chocolate.

"And what did you- oh, wow is this good." Aziraphale quickly took another sip of the cocoa while Newt chuckled.

"Well then, I'll be sure to tell Anathema that you enjoyed it." Newt said and then Aziraphale smiled.

"Oh, dear, I hope they return soon. Are you sure you don't know where they went?" Aziraphale looked out the window again.

"Did we go back in time? Newt asked a bit sarcastically.

"Do excuse me. I'm unused to this feeling." Aziraphale said and Newt rose an eyebrow at him.

"What feeling?" Newt asked and Aziraphale sighed.

"Normally Crowley turned up when I least expected it. I so rarely seek him out, because I tend to my bookshop and my angelic duties. If I had something to tell him, I would wait until I saw him again. Until we got our phones that it, and then I could call him up whenever I wanted. I suppose I've gotten use to having Crowley around. Especially since we practically raised Warlock together." Aziraphale said and Newt nodded.

"I think I understand. You're not use to missing him." Newt said and Aziraphale blushed.

"Miss him? I spoke to him only hours ago." Aziraphale said and Newt shrugged.

"A second can feel like an eternity." Newt said.

"Well, I can't argue with that." Aziraphale said.

"Then you're not use to wanting him, and having no idea where Crowley is." Newt said.

"I... I suppose that's the best way to describe it." Aziraphale said.

"I'm sure that they'll be back anytime." Newt said and Aziraphale sighed.

"Ok, so did you find anything unusual?" Aziraphale asked.

"Unusual about... Crowley?" Newt asked, confused.

"No, no, in your research of Tadfield." Aziraphale said and Newt's eyes widened.

"Oh, that. Tadfield has had the absolute perfect weather for the past 11 years. And I found that unusual because perfect weather all year long was definitely unusual." Newt said and Aziraphale bit his lip.

"I'd like to argue with you, but that is unusual. Strange though. Adam came into his powers when he named the hell hound. But it seems like he was affecting Tadfield since birth." Aziraphale said.

"I suppose. I asked to come to Tadfield before I heard about Adam." Newt said and they drank some hot chocolate. A minute of silence past between them. They heard the wind blowing gently and Aziraphale smiled.

"It does make sense to think Adam could mask Crowley and I. If he could influence the weather without know it, I suppose it means he's sort of blanketing the whole area." Aziraphale said and Newt nodded.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" Newt asked.

"What is it?" Aziraphale asked.

"Well, I was curious. But if you and Crowley had been friends since the beginning, then how did raising Warlock bring you even closer together? Seems like you two would have been tested more than grown closer." Newt said.

"I suppose you could look at it that way. Crowley and I are friends and we did have the agreement, but we still weren't 'thick as thieves'. Quite often we would go decades without seeing each other. Then agree to be godfathers to Warlock and suddenly we get to see each other every single day. And even having lunch with each other. Once a week turned into 3-4 times a week, then every single day. Even though we believed Warlock was the Angel of the Bottomless Pit, I found myself feeling grateful for the time Crowley and I spent at the Dowling house." Aziraphale said and Newt smiled.

"Well, if you and Crowley are so close, then it almost surprises me that you won't even think about moving here with Crowley." Newt said and Aziraphale shrugged.

"Crowley is being ridiculous. He can move if he wants to, but he'll get bored. As charming as Tadfield is, it has no seedy underbelly or night life for Crowley to enjoy. With that and Adam prying into Crowley, I doubt that he'll stand a week before moving back to his simple little flat." Aziraphale said and Newt bit his lip.

"And if he moves here... and decides to stay?" Newt asked and Aziraphale hesitated. It hasn't occurred to him that Crowley would want to remain here permanently.

"We're back." Anathema said, entering through the front door. She walked over to Newt and kissed his cheek and he blushed.

"Where did you go?" Newt asked and Anathema took a sip of Newt's drink.

"I showed Crowley Blooming Bloomers." Anathema said and Newt nodded.

"What did he think?" Newt asked. He would have asked the demon himself, but Crowley was standing by the front door, looking out at his car. Aziraphale senses something off about Crowley, yet he couldn't quite explain exactly what was wrong.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale asked, standing up.

"Huh?" Crowley glanced at Aziraphale, but then he quickly turned away.

"Why don't I go ahead and take you home Angel. I bet you want to get back to the store." Crowley said, walking outside. Aziraphale thanked Newt for the hot chocolate and went outside as well. The two beings got in the car, and Crowley drove off. They were about halfway home when Aziraphale noticed the speed.

"Ok, what's wrong?" Aziraphale asked.

"What's wrong with what?" Crowley asked.

"With you. What's wrong with you." Aziraphale clarified.

"Nothing's wrong with me, Angel." Crowley stated. Aziraphale reaches over and tapped the speedometer.

"You're going the speed limit. You never go the speed limit." Aziraphale said and Crowley looked down.

"Huh, I suppose I am." Crowley said, Aziraphale briefly braces himself for Crowley to drive faster, but the demon didn't speed.

"Crowley... what's wrong?" Aziraphale asked, starting to really get worried about his friend.

"A-angel, I... can't we just... enjoy the ride, Angel. Sitting together, listening to the radio... can't we just enjoy this?" Crowley asked. Aziraphale was shocked. It almost sounded like Crowley was pleading.

"Ok." Aziraphale said softly. And they didn't say another word. Aziraphale wasn't sure what to expect when Crowley parked the Bentley outside his bookshop. But Angel wasn't about to jump out when Crowley was acting so strange.

"Are you ready to talk now?" Aziraphale asked and Crowley sighed. He turned off the car and turned towards his dear friend. Crowley has hoped that staring into angel's eyes would help him with what he had to say.

"Uh, you see... I, um... I've..." Crowley was wrong. Aziraphale's eyes were filled with fear and confusion. Crowley felt terrible for being the cause of that pain. Then Aziraphale did something that was practically unheard of. He gently reached over and removed Crowley's sunglasses. The angel stared at those demonic eyes and he understood what Crowley was trying to say.

"You're moving." Aziraphale said and Crowley hesitated.

"Yes... to Tadfield." Crowley managed to say. Aziraphale didn't know what to say. He had simply hoped Crowley wouldn't move at all. Aziraphale remembers what he told Newt earlier, but he still didn't want Crowley to go. Especially when they've grown close these past few years.

"I don't know what to say." Aziraphale said honestly. He handed Crowley his glasses back.

"Say..." Crowley bit his lip. He wanted angel to move with him, but then he remembered his talk with Anathema . The demon didn't want to pressure his angel to move. What he wanted, really, was that Aziraphale moved because he trusted him. And after 6,000 years there was nothing more Crowley could do to force Aziraphale to trust him.

"Say... good luck." Crowley said, putting on his sunglasses to hide his sadness in his eyes.

"Very well, then. Good luck, Crowley." Aziraphale said, then swallowing hard to tame his own emotions.

"Thank you angel." Crowley said. An odd silence formed between them. It was time to part, but neither wanted to separate.

"So... is this goodbye?" Angel asked and Crowley blinked to keep himself from crying.

"No." He managed.

"Never goodbye, angel. You can't get rid of me that easily." Crowley said and Aziraphale smiled.

"No, I suppose I couldn't." Aziraphale said and Crowley went ahead and smiled at the angel's joke.

"I'll be packing up most of my things tonight. I don't really have a lot, but I could pop over in the morning and give you my new number." Crowley offered and Aziraphale hesitated. He hadn't realized that Crowley was leaving so quickly

. Aziraphale thought it would be a few more days at least.

"I... am fine with that. P-perhaps you could even return the books I lent you." Aziraphale said.

"Heh, I'll do that. No point having them gather dust on my shelves when you could simply sell them." Crowley said.

"Well, excuse me if I thought you would be interested in Dracula or Frankenstein. Reading is good for you Crowley, and enjoyable too. I can't see why you don't read." Aziraphale said.

"Well, personally I can't understand why you don't sleep. It's enjoyable and relaxing. Besides, I don't see how Dracula would be interesting when we've lived through Vlad the Impaler. The man impaled his enemies, which never killed them instantly; so he would set up lunch and eat his food while watching them suffer and drinks a glass of the victims blood. After that, how could Bram Stoker horrify me with his vampire seducing young girls?" Crowley asked.

"Young ladies." Aziraphale corrected, and Crowley rolled his eyes.

"Same thing back in those days. As for Frankenstein, you have Dr. Frankenstein crest a monster with no name. A monster who asks Dr. Frankenstein if he has a soul. If you ask me, Mary Shelley was scarier then that." Crowley said.

"How do?" Aziraphale asked.

"The woman kept her husbands heart in her desk for years after he died. I believe it was 18 years, or something like that. Now that's scary. Loving someone so much, that when they die, you cut out their heart to keep it close to you. True love or not, it sounds mental to me." Crowley said and Aziraphale smiled.

"I'm going to miss this." Aziraphale said and Crowley stared at him.

"I'm going to miss you." Crowley said honestly and Aziraphale blushed.

"I, um... I suppose I better get out now. You still have so much to do, and my shop does open early." Aziraphale said turning and opening the door. Crowley's breath hitched, and his head moved towards Aziraphale. Crowley didn't want him to leave his side, but he needed to respect the angel's space. Crowley put his hand back on the wheel before Aziraphale turned back towards the demon.

"I'll, uh, see you in the morning, then?" Aziraphale asked, just to clarify.

"I'll be over after I settle everything, yes." Crowley said.

"Alright. Good night, Crowley." Aziraphale said.

"Sweet dreams, angel." Crowley said, tipping his invisible hat. Aziraphale walked away and for a moment, Crowley felt fine. But the closer Aziraphale got to his bookshop, the more difficulty Crowley had with breathing. And the demon's eyes watered when Aziraphale opened the door and locked it behind him.

"No, no, no, no, no, Crowley! You are fine. This is fine. You have not lost Aziraphale. And you will NOT cry!" Crowley ordered himself before he started up the Bentley and drove away.