Authors' Note: And so it came to pass that more of this fan fic was written. And it was good. W00t!

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Aziraphale woke up with a massive headache the following morning. His eyes went wide as he noticed all the empty ice cream cartons on the floor in his room. Spoons were strewn about as well as napkins.

He moaned and rubbed his eyes. What had happened? He had a feeling Crowley had been involved.

He began picking up the cartons marveling at the mess he had made. He would definitely have to wash the carpets.

He seemed to recall something about washing but he couldn't remember what it was. He hoped it was nothing important.

He walked downstairs to his bookstore after getting dressed and read a dusty tome rubbing his temples every now and then.

As it was getting dark, Crowley come in carrying sponges, a bucket and some soap. He whistled cheerfully as he approached the angel.

"Hello, old chap," he said cheerfully. "It's time!"

"Time?" Aziraphale said clearly confused.

"Yes! Time!" Crowley said with a smirk.

"Might I inquire as to what you are babbling on about?"

Crowley held up the soap and bucket. "Time for you to clean my car."

Aziraphale chuckled. "Right."

"You promised," said Crowley. "You're an angel and unlike me, you have to keep your promises."

"Not the ones I don't make," Aziraphale replied crossing his arms.

Crowley sidled up to Azirahale.

"What do you remember about last night, angel?"

"Hmmm...let's see. Something about ice cream and washing...uh-oh," Aziraphale said wit a miserable sigh.

Crowley nodded brightly. "Yep. Washing my car."

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and followd the demon out to the Bentley.

To his relief, the outside was gleaming, shiny and black.

"Why am I washing your car again?" Aziraphale remarked. "It looks very clean to me."

"No, my dear angel, you are going to clean out the inside. You promised to rid me of my Best of Queen tapes."

"I don't even want to know what else I promised you," Aziraphale muttered darkly. "I didn't promise you anything else right?"

Crowley looked pensive.

"You're asking me?"

"Good point. Then how do I know that I promised to clean your car?"

"You remembered it."

"I rememberpromise to wash it not get down on my hands and knees and scrub the interior," Aziraphale muttered.

"Now you're playing my game, angel," Crowley said smirking. "You promised to clean it."

"Wash. I distinctly remember saying I'd wash something for you."

Crowley reached into his black leather coat and pulled out a pint of ice cream. He wiggled it in front of the angel's face.

"Clean!" he ordered.

"Can I have the ice cream first?" Aziraphale begged eyes lighting up and resting solely on the ice cream.

"Only if you promise to clean the car so there are no more Best of Queen tapes ever."

"Stop buying Best of Queen tapes then," Aziraphale said in a whine. "There problem solved. Now ice cream for me."

"I don't buy them, angel," said Crowley sulkingly. "Any tape left in my car for a month turns into a Queen tape."

"How would my cleaning your car change this?"

"Because you're an angel," Crowley stated. "And I'm pretty sure someone down below is behind it. You clean, you get ice cream."

"So your car is evil then?"

"Of course."

"What if it likes those Queen tapes. What if it tries to eat me?" Aziraphale said suspiciously.

"It won't try to eat you. Not all evil things are into eating. That was just Lovecraft."

"Coming from one of those evil things, I don't any reassurance," Aziraphale said still trying to find a way out of this situation.

"I don't know. You seem pretty interested in eating the ice cream."

"Oh well. Some evil being you are. Can't even take on a car. Of all the things in the world to ask for," Aziraphale snorted.

"Like what?" asked Crowley smirking.

"A book. Or a box of chocolates or something."

"I have all the chocolate I need," said Crowley. "and I can get books from you anything."

"Umm...free movie passes then? A case for your tapes so you don't have to leave them in the car."

"That's a good idea. After you're done cleaning we can nip down to the music store and get one of those."

Aziraphale sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll clean your miserable car."

"Thank you, angel," Crowley said sweetly handing the angel the pint of ice cream.

"After I eat the ice cream," Aziraphale said racing into his apartment to get a spoon. After all, he hadn't promised to do it anytime soon.

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Next chapter has also been posted :)