Title: That Was Why
Rating: PG for swearing
Summary: Too short for one grins
AN: Hey guys, this is my first Good Omens fic, and I'd be interested to hear what you think. Also, I'm wondering if I should take down my Harry Potter fics that I wrote when I was fourteen because seriously, I think they're crap. But anyway, read and enjoy. ;)

Crowley looked up at the bright night sky of the Simpson Desert of Australia and screamed out his rage and fury and hurt.
All his pain then swallowed up, devoured by the vast expanse of sand and the freezing blue wind. The moon was full, and he was, standing, palms up, his face a rictus of negativity, turned towards the sky, surrounded by mustard sand. Alone.

He had been expelled from Hell. It was a laughable idea; after all, how far can one fall once one has reached the bottom? All the way,
apparently, and this made his scream choke in his throat with the taste of ashes and metamorphose into bitter, broken laughter. Expelled from Hell. And who had been the one to chuck him out? Who else but Hastur. Bloody, fucking Hastur. The bane of his existence.

"Don't take on so, little Crawly," Hastur had hissed at him with a little smirk, "You'll be back before you know it! Everyone knows how short humans' lives are." And he had clapped Crowley on the back and shoved him out of the gates, landing him on the ground with his head in the mud and his palms grazed. "And by the way," the bastard had called, "They also get hurt much more easily. You'll want to be careful, Crawly; you might just have an accident and be here that much faster. Won't that be nice?" And to Crowley's shame, he had run as fast as he could before he was picked up and tossed into the Australian desert. Why the desert? Why the Australian desert? It made no sense, and pondering location took his mind off the cold, and the hunger, and the fatigue. Where the hell was that angel when you needed him?

He missed him, sometimes. Not that he'd ever admit that, but in the end, who cared? When he went to his Eternal Damnation, he'd never see the angel again. So Crowley felt that he was entitled to a little emotion now. So. He missed the angel. Why? He turned his face back to the sky, where he could see a white dot grow larger. He smiled.

That was why.