The Lion and the Lamb
X-Over with Good Omens and Left Behind
By Auburn Red
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. The cast of Good Omens belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, The cast of Left Behind belong to Tim La Haye and Jerry Jenkins. Darien belongs to Roger Elwood. Monica and her friends belong to CBS and Martha Williamson. Wormwood belongs to C.S. Lewis and George Spiggot belongs to Peter Cook and Dudley Moore (Does that cover everyone? I think so)
Note: This plays very loosely with some of the events from both novels. To put Good Omens and Left Behind together, I had to take some liberties with both books. Think of it as an AU story. :D Also it combines events from The Left Behind movies as well as the books.
Prologue: The Sons Also Rise
. Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact that Mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the Wicked ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
From "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam
Oxford, England a week before The End- Adam Young tossed the ball on his hand and let the small dog catch it in his mouth. Dog ran up to his master and generously accepted the dog biscuit in his hand and playfully licked his master's hand.
"Good boy," Adam said then stood up. The university student looked up at the dimming lights. "Well Dog, I suppose we had better get back, though God- uh Sat- someone knows that we will probably be alone as usual." He shared an apartment with his friends Brian, Wensleydale, and Pepper and even though they were as tight as they ever were as kids they definitely had different interests. Beside's Wensley's science classes and Pepper's art studies, the duo discovered another interest: each other! Adam slowed his pace in case they were in the flat and he found them sogging each other like he did last week. The embarrassment lasted for several hours.
Wensley and Pepper weren't so bad now. Oh, sure they had the "couples only" attitude and they went out on single dates without the other two now and again, but Adam still got along fairly well with them. Besides privately Adam thought they made a perfect fit, Wensley was also so serious and mature while Pepper was always so fiery and tough. They were good together. Adam was happy for them.
The one he didn't always see eye to eye with now was Brian. Brian had once been the shy lacky, the one who always followed everyone and did whatever anyone, or rather what Adam always said. But since they had been going to university together he became more openmouthed, less taciturn and more active, and always arguing with his friend. And worse he became a Christian an honest to God bona fide Christian! In their fresher year, Brian had attended a few Bible study meetings out of idle curiosity(and partly to impress a girl that he had a crush on at the time), but then came back from one of them a "changed man" he said. The other three laughed and goaded even take bets for how long it would last at most a few weeks or a month. That was two years ago. Oh he was all right in his behaviour. He didn't constantely preach at them the way Adam had seen other Christians do and he respected their opinions as they did his, but he was a lot more serious now and a lot less fun. He changed his major from engineering to theology and every once in awhile he would talk about something and would get a good natured laugh and guffaw from his friends, but Brian would continue going on about it like the other day when his Bible group was involved in discussing The Rapture.
"It could happen any day now," Brian reminded his three friends. "You wouldn't be laughing if millions of people disappeared now would you?"
"No," Pepper joked. " I would be buying tickets to see Linkin' Park, with that many people gone, I'm sure we could finally get them!" Wensley and Adam laughed at that.
"Come on, Brian," Adam said. "I can almost assure that that never will happen. You remember twelve years ago, us, some Bikers, an Angel, a Devil any of that remind you of anything?" He didn't have to say more. Ten years ago, the world had almost come to an end with Armageddon, but Adam put a stopper on that one. Simply by refusing to be what he was born to become.
"Of course it does," Brian said. "But why are we still here? Why didn't the world end then?"
"Because I prevented it and I would do it again," Adam said in the tone that still made his friends uneasy.
"Come on," Brian said. "When it comes you will need to prepare for the worst fighting against people like you. " then he was quick to add. "Not that what you are is really bad."
Adam kicked at a stone. Brian was always quick to add that these days and Adam supposed really who could blame him. After all he was the Anti Christ, son of Satan and therefore Brian's enemy, so to speak. Though in respect to their old friendship, Brian never said it in as many words. Adam could just tell that Brian felt a lot more uncomfortable around him. Adam figured sooner or later that Brian would just leave the group and find new friends, though so far that had yet too happen. Oh Adam had refused the job ten years ago, he meant it then when he was a boy of eleven and he meant it now at nearly 21, but still Brian was very fearful of his friend.
He couldn't explain what happened further even if he wanted to. He tried to erase their memories of that night, and even though it had worked on the rest of the world, it hadn't worked on them. No one else could remember what had happened during that time, but Adam and the rest of the Them, their friends Newt and Anathema Pulcifer (and even if he had erased their memories, Anathema Pulcifer still had Agnes Nutter's book of Further Nice and Accurate Prophecies to remind her), and that old couple Master Shadwell and Mistress Tracy knew. Of course the angel, Aziraphale and the devil, Crowley did. (though erasing the memories of an angel and a devil was probably next to impossible). They all knew because they all had front row seats to that night. He supposed that the reason he couldn't fully erase any of their memories was because once you went through Armageddon it was impossible to truly forget it. Like old war mates,. they all still knew each other, and often recognized each other with nods and half-hearted grins like people who knew a secret that the rest of the world did not.
Adam had always made it a point never to use any of his powers inherited from his father. Every once in awhile he got this urge too, an insane voice in his head sounding like him, but not quite sounding like him telling him to use them but Adam remembered what it was like and what a mess he had created. He sometimes felt like it. He remembered in secondary school when he saw a pretty girl he had this urge to command her to come to him. After she did, he had this urge to force himself upon her and force her too…well….he stopped before it was too late. Or when he became angry to keep himself from using his powers to hurt someone as he did often when he fought with his father when he was a teenager yelling but stopping short of actually putting him in the hospital(Adopted father, he had to remind himself. George Young was his adopted father not his real father. His father was Down Below, much further than Australia. True he and Mr. Young didn't always get along. They went through a typical teen-parent argument stage and still didn't always see eye to eye, but Adam preferred him over his biological father anyday.) But it was a struggle one that occasionally filled him with headaches and nightmares, but it was one that if he had any hope of growing up and being a normal adult he had to learn to do without. Plus, he had his friends and his guardian angel and devil to remind him. So all was good.
He looked up through the bushes. Dog had disappeared somewhere while Adam was thinking. "Dog," he called but received no response. "Where are you boy?" He hoped that his dog was somewhere chasing a rabbit or a squirrel or something. He looked to the road, he hoped he didn't run out trying to chase a car. "Dog," he yelled getting more and more frustrated. "Come here!" Suddenly his ears perked up at the sound of a soft barking. The young man ran to that direction to see a car stop just in time.
"Dog," Adam yelled. "Come here!" Dog ran to his master a little shaken by his adventure on the road. The car, a fancy number with a dignitary's flag on the front and diplomatic plates on the back pulled over to the side. The door opened and a man exited the vehicle and spoke. "I am terribly sorry," he said in a very smooth accented voice, Russian sounding to Adam. "Is this your dog?"
"Yes he is," Adam said. The man turned to face Adam and Adam felt a shock go through him. Something inside Adam told him the man felt the same way. They looked somewhat alike. They both had blond hair (though the older man's hair was shorter Adam's was longer and had a few curls in the front) and deep blue eyes.The man wore a fancy blue suit and tie and Adam wore a long black overcoat, jeans, and sweatshirt. Besides their similar appearance, there was something else, something almost familiar about him though Adam couldn't tell where. He had the feeling like he had seen him before. The man also looked just as puzzled and had a strange look of recognition as well.
Suddenly, Adam remembered where he had seen him from! His face was on several posters around University. He was some Romanian senate member giving a speech on human rights. Though why giving it here and not in Romania, Adam had no idea, perhaps it was too drum up support or something. He remembered that the guy had a name that sounded like a mountain region, what was it Ural? Alp? Himalayan? Then he remembered, Carpathian! Nicolae Carpathia! Adam remembered that because Wensley remarked that it was where Transylvania was, and they joked that it was probably Count Dracula coming to visit. Pleased at such an easy answer Adam wanted to sigh in relief, but he couldn't. That wasn't it, there was something else to this man something that made Adam uneasy and instantly afraid.
Carpathia stood by his car looking at the young Englishman. He looked so intently at him that it made Adam uncomfortable. It was almost as if he could see right through him and if he could did he know what Adam was? The man smiled a smile that many would call charming, but Adam could see was cold and calculating. "Come here," the man said. "I think that I know you."
Adam felt this urge to walk closer and he did, but then forced himself to stop. "No," Adam said. "You come here." The man obeyed, the same way Adam did but then stopped as well with the same confused look.
The man half grinned and half grimaced. "I do know that it is you," he said. "Come to me."
Adam wanted to resist, but he felt compelled like this man was more powerful than he was. But how? Adam was the freakin' Anti-Christ who could be more powerful than him? Was he an angel or something? That could explain the recognition, but he didn't seem like an angel. Adam had known a few of them through his angel friend, Aziraphale and they always felt warm and inviting. This man appeared cold, and mezmerizing though he seemed nice, Adam could tell that it was an act. Adam couldn't explain why, but he was a wee bit terrified of him. Was he a devil then? Perhaps, but then again Crowley his old demon friend had given him some pointers on how to spot one mostly through the hissing of their tongues or the red eyes you could see through them. This man had neither of these things. So who was he?
Adam got closer to see Carpathia up close. Not only did they look casually similar, they had the same profile, the same jawline, the same physical presence as though they were not from this world. Adam felt like he was looking through a mirror, and the mirror was showing himself in ten or twelve years! Adam gasped, "What-? How-," but then his voice gained some firmness. "Who are you really?"
Instead of answering the young student's questions, the man grabbed Adam's wrist so tightly that Adam felt pain searing through him as though he were breaking it. "I knew that I would find you here," Nicolae Carpathia whispered harshly. Adam winced in pain and struggled to get away, but the older man continued to speak. "You see I am first born and there is no room for second." He held an object to Adam's chest and the young man heard a ping feeling something jab into his insides he then felt sleepy and drained. As he felt darkness overcome him, Adam Young knew why this man had seemed so familiar. Why he felt uncomfortable in Nicolae Carpathia's presence. He closed his eyes realizing that he just met his half-brother!
And not on his mother's side.
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