Author: Jane Saubert
eMail: jane@goodomens.cjb.net
LiveJournalUser: jain513
Author Notes: Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett own the 'universe' this is written in, Aziraphale, and Crowley. Telesphora and Lore are owned by Mary and Jane. The ducks belong to themselves.
Across from Duck Island on a rather well used St. James Park bench there were two female-shaped creatures. The first, dressed in a pale blue sweater and brown slacks, tossed a bit of bread to a particularly small duck. The second however, dressed in a black pinstriped pantsuit, ignored the ducks completely.
"Why did we come here?"
No response came. Sunglasses were removed, wiped clean, and placed to hold back loose hair once more.
"Why did we come here?" this time a hand over a blue clad shoulder accompanied the words.
A smile crossed lips, "To feed the ducks, of course."
The hand traveled from ones shoulder to the others forehead. "I gathered that. Why all the way to London? Surely the water fowls here cannot be any more lonely than those back in Fort Lauderdale."
A pained look followed, "You always used to love feeding the ducks."
"I still love feeding ducks ... in warmer climates."
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On a well used path two male-shaped creatures walked toward a well used bench. A bench that was currently in use as well. Unbeknownst to them, of course.
"I don't believe we'll ever know for sure. The whole affair may have been just a well constructed test run."
"Yes. The entirety of a near miss with the Apocalypse was a ruse to scare the living Hell out of me?"
The angel stopped in his tracks, "Is that even possible?"
He reached in the paper bag he was carrying, "On some level."
A bazar smile crept to the corners of the demons mouth as he flung a piece of bread at his companion.
"If you keep that up we'll have nothing for the ducks." A disapproving noise escaped the angel.
Followed by an audible hiss, "Couldn't we have waited till it warmed up? After a little more global heating, perhaps?"
A handful of moments went by as both walked on. The demon noticed first.
"Someone is in our spot."
"Shall we wait them out?"
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"I think we're being given the scope out, Lore"
"Let them wait, " she didn't even turn completely before blurting out her opinion, "Anyone that wears that much tweed needs to be put out of my misery." She at least expected some kind of comeback. "Angel? You okay?"
"You may want to hide."
A confused demon then locked eyes with the now identified tweed clad angel.
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Aziraphale watched this other demon speak to her companion with a worried look as she made a wild hand gesture that could only mean 'go'.
"She's a ..."
Crowley caught on, "Maybe we should go before she spots us together."
"No we've already been..."
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"...already been seen."
Lore looked at Telesphora , "You could out run him, fly him, whatever."
Telesphora looked about as exasperated as an angel could, "And then what are you going to do? Take him and his pal by yourself."
At that the demon's head whipped around peering at the other angel's partner.
"What on Earth is he doing..."
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"... is she doing with that demon!"
Crowley faked a cough, "I'm right here you know."
That broke his gaze from the other angel. "You always just had to be different. Besides I know her. It has to be Telesphora."
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"It has to be Crowley"
"Can we trust them?"
"Can they trust us?"
"Well of course! But what if we're..."
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"... what if we're discovered by one power or the other?"
"What have we got to lose?"
Author End Notes: I know this is a bit of a Mary-Sue/Self-Insertion (times two!) but I was inspired. So please R&R anyways.