"I've been expecting you, Mr. Fell."

"How do you know my name?" Aziraphale crinkled his brow, the tips of his ears burning when he remembered who he was talking to, "M-mam."

The Queen chuckled, crossing a dark panty hosed covered leg over the other, "Please, sit." She gestured over to a white plush chair that had little gold and red intricate embroidery. When Aziraphale got closer, it looked like embroidered berries and vines scattered across the fabric. He sat gingerly, afraid of scuffing up the very expensive looking chair.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

The white haired frowned, wringing his hands nervously, "N-no Mam."

She fixed the dark round glasses on top the bridge of her nose, "You can call me Anathema."

Aziraphale spotted a familiar black and white furry head poking out from behind a similar decorative chair just off to the side, "Is that your dog?"

Her dark, silky dress flowed gracefully around Anathema while she leaned over in her chair to get a better look at the tiny beast, "No, I've never seen this dog before. Newt?" One of the many faces of the tall scrawny man, whose name is Newt, left her side and walked up to the decorative chair, slowly kneeling down to look at the dog. The dog growled low with its ears pulled back, but Aziraphale noticed the lack of red in its eyes.

"Oh," The white haired tutted while he shuffled over to the chair, "You're scaring him." The dog's ears perked back up when it noticed Aziraphale coming closer. It ran over to the white haired's feet, placing its little paws on his shins with its tongue hanging out of its mouth happily. A smile tugged at Aziraphale's lips as he scooped up the dog, the little beast's tail wagging like a pinwheel.

"It seems to like you." Anathema mused, resting her chin in her palm while she watched the exchange with a glint in her eyes.

"I found him outside with one of your guards. He must have slipped through the gates, perhaps."

The Queen hummed, "Newt?" She gestures to one of the other 'Newts', "Can you make us some tea, please?"

"Right away." The Newt bows and hurries off through a hidden door. Aziraphale raises a brow as he watched him go.

"Pardon my enquiry, but...why are there so many of...them?"

"You mean Newt?" The Queen chuckled, curling her long dark hair with a finger, "Why have just one, when you could have multiple?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" The Newt standing next to her, the same one who tried to catch the dog, frowned.

Anathema giggled, brushing a dark lock of hair behind her ear, "Don't worry, you're still the smart one." A blush formed across Newt's cheeks while he rubbed the back of his neck, grinning like a lovesick fool. It was brief, but her fingers just barely brushed against Newt's other hand that hung at his side. Aziraphale never noticed before, but there was a slight difference to this 'Newt' and the other 'Newts', if you knew where to look. The other 'Newts' had lighter eyes than Newt. Newt had blue colored eyes while the others had brown-green eyes, like looking through the bottom of a wine bottle. He also wore a dark purple gem pinned to his suit pocket.

"Newt? Bring him in." Anathema suddenly called out over to one of the 'Newts' standing by the doors. The Newt opened one side of the doors and in wheeled Gabriel, but not the Gabriel that had entered with Aziraphale. He was slumped in a wheelchair with his mouth hanging open, drool dribbling down his chin. His suit and hair were ruffled and he had a glazed look in his eyes. Aziraphale clutched the dog in his arms tighter as the little beast growled again, its eyes flickering red.

"Oh good lord... What'd you do to him?"

"There is going to be a war...of catastrophic size, if you will," Anathema fixed her dark rimmed glasses upon the bridge of her nose, "Everyone you know, everyone you love, will be gone in an instant. The entire universe will cease to exist. If Crowley won't join us, he will turn into...this." She gestured to the motionless Gabriel, who still wasn't aware of his surroundings.

"A war?" The white haired slumped into the decorative chair as his jaw dropped to his chest, bright blue eyes shakily looking from the Queen then to Newt.

"The end of the world as we know it. It's such a shame that a demon stole his heart. If he were here, I could help him with his little demon problem."

"How could witches and wizards stop the end of the world?"

"Yesss, your majesty, please tell us." A heavy arm wrapped around Aziraphale's shoulders, making the white haired jump.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale gasped, grasping the auburn haired's silky dark lapels to see if his eyes were tricking him, "Where have you been?"

"Had to take care of somethin'." Crowley mumbled, his gaze fixed on the Queen, "How are you, Angel?"

Warmth bloomed deep in Aziraphale's chest as he picked at a stray string on his coat, "J-just...tickety-boo."

"Tickety-boo?" The auburn haired wrinkled his nose in disgust, "What the he-"

"Crowley," Anathema leaned back in her plush chair, "It's good to see you again."

"Likewise." Crowley grins, bending in half with his arms outstretched.

"I didn't think you'd come."

"Wellll I couldn't pass up on an invitation, especially a royal one."

The Queen smirks, "My offer still stands. What's it going to be? Are you going to join your little friend there?"

"Urgh...don't lump him with me. I don't even know the guy."

"Your choice." Her hand raises, curling her fingers in an almost snapping motion. A feeling Aziraphale couldn't decipher flared in his chest as his legs moved on their own. He stood up from his chair, moving in front of the auburn haired as if to cover him.

"Find someone else to use as your shield. Crowley doesn't need your help. For the time I've known him, even with his sarcasm and his perfect hair-"

"You think it's perfect?" Crowley muttered, running a hand through his quaffed hair.

"He can handle his 'little demon problem' on his own. We'll be going now." With his chin held high, he could feel those yellow eyes speckled with green bore into the back of his head. Unbeknownst to him, his white unruly hair began to shine in the sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows behind Anathema's throne. His skin became smoother and his bulbous nose shrunk.

"Aww, how adorable. As you wish."

Anathema pulled out a long wooden staff seemingly from behind her throne, her smirk never leaving her face as she tapped the ground twice with the end of her staff. The floor beneath their feet began to glow as lines curved this way and that, traveling under the chair and over the carpet. Aziraphale twisted in his chair, following the lines as they circled and crossed over each other.

"Oh good lord..." His white hair dulled as he ran a hand over his once again wrinkled forehead; the lines on the ground started to pulse, "Crowley, what're we going t-" Bright blue eyes widened, watching the dark scales appear on the auburn haired's skin with worry. There was the loud hissing noise again as the hand on Aziraphale's shoulder tightened; the auburn haired seemingly growing taller. Large yellow orbs never wavering while Crowley glowered at the woman in front of him, waiting. Calculated. Anathema was muttering something under her breath, her hand poised in midair. The dog in the white haired's arms whimpered loudly, worrying Aziraphale. A light fog began to crawl around their legs, engulfing the two in some sort of haze. The white haired thought they were being transported as the clouds around them shifted into different sceneries, but the images were fuzzy and a little distorted. In one moment, they were somewhere in the middle of London but what was peculiar about it was there seemed to be fish falling from the sky. Another flash of an image brought them somewhere in the middle of an airfield. Then they were placed what looked to be a forest...or was it a garden. There was something familiar about this place but the name felt like it was just on the tip of his tongue. He thought he smelled apples...

"We've got to go, now!" Aziraphale tugged on the taller man's-now even taller man's sleeve, his voice shaking with urgency, "Crowley!" After a beat, a soft exhale escaped those perfect lips as Crowley blinked. Wrapping an arm around the white haired's waist, the auburn haired winked at Anathema and then snapped his fingers. The two disappeared just as the Queen's wooden staff was thrown into the ornate chair, lodging itself into the cushion. The steady pulse of the glowing lines on the floor faded with a soft hiss as a few of the Newts began to pull the staff out of the chair with some resistance. Some of the fog lingered, curling around the legs of the Queen's chair. Anathema thumped her fist on the armrest of her throne, a deep frown gracing her lips for just a moment before the corner of her mouth tilted up into a smirk.

"Well that was exciting."

"Do you want us to go after them?" Newt furrowed his brow as he passed the Queen's staff to her unfurled palm from the other 'Newts'.

Anathema slipped off her glasses and took a sip of the tea that one of the 'Newts' brought her, "He won't get far."

The wind blew through white curls as Aziraphale suddenly found himself in the passenger seat of the Bentley. Buildings and fences whizzed past them as wide cerulean blue eyes stared, his mind trying to catch up to what just happened. Grasping for the handle above the car window, he glanced over to his right. Crowley looked back to normal as he was gripping the steering wheel and grinning like a madman, weaving in and out of traffic.

"Crowley, what are you doing?" Aziraphale gasped as they narrowly missed a black taxicab.

"It's fine," The auburn haired laughed, "Her majesty just loves to leave a little gift for her guests."

"What-?" Something flashed and crackled next to the white haired as he saw a few sleek black cars tailing close behind them. The dog in his arms barked as its nose presses against the slightly opened car window, its hot breath fogging the surface. An arm sticks out of the window of the black car right behind them, throwing something towards them. It crackles and flashes again in front of them.

"What is he doin' here?" Crowley snarls suddenly, yellow eyes catching the motionless Gabriel drooling in the back seat of his precious Bentley.

"Oh dear..."

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Notes: Sorry it's a slightly shorter chapter. I didn't want Dog to be afraid or wary of Aziraphale because of his Hell roots, so he's just an adorable little guy with Aziraphale :D Sorry for another long wait. I hope everyone is still keeping safe. I was stuck on story plots...and my cat passed away :( Thanks for reading and see you next chapter! Comments are welcome :)