One thousand three hundred and seven years, that is how long Aziraphale has been avoiding Crowley. He tried so hard to find him so he could explain himself but he never could find his Angel, he even did the whole stupid Black Knight bit and it was another Knight who came to meet him. That's not to say he has given up. No, far from it. And if he knows his Angel, which he does, he should be somewhere healing the sick and because Heaven would never allow him to waste his miracle healing them when they could just fall ill again. Aziraphale would be taking care of them the old fashion way so all Crowley has to do is to find him.

Looking for Aziraphale also means his mind is focused on finding him instead of the many sick he came across which is a big help because he had made the mistake of looking into the eyes of a pleading child that was thrown into his home with the rest of his family and he never want to make that mistake ever again. The child was healthy but Crowley knows that he will only leave his home dead.

He knows that he shouldn't and was going to turn around to leave when he heard a female voice in his head 'Just someone. Please. Not the whole town. Just save someone.' and that's all he needed to change his mind. He broke into the house and stole the child before anyone could blink. The child was scared of course but he managed to calm him down, years of raising children is useful at times like this. He bathes and fed the boy before leaving him with his followers knowing full well that he will be taken care of before continuing his quest to find Aziraphale.

He peeks into the home in the middle of the forest far from the village, villagers had said that a Plague Doctor brought all the sick here so people won't have to lock the whole family up with their sick member, and he would have smiled when he saw Aziraphale sitting next to a child if not for how bad he looks. They might not be able to be killed by the Plague but they can still be discorporated if they are not careful and if Aziraphale had caught the Plague enough time he would not have the energy to heal himself and will definitely be discorporated.

He wasted no time in entering the house and marching towards Aziraphale.

"Crow-" Aziraphale is cut off as Crowley kneel down next to him and check him.

"Damnit." Crowley hissed, Aziraphale has definitely caught it and even though Aziraphale would be able to heal his corporal form of the Plague it would keep coming back if he stays with the sick, that and continue healing of his corporal form would drain him and who knows how many times he would be able to do it before he is too tired to heal himself. Crowley would be able to make him immune but at the risk of the Archangels knowing that he is here.

"Fuck!" He screamed, it's a miracle that the child or any of the other patients didn't wake up, as he covers his face to stop himself from crying. He went this long without anyone finding out he still exists and it can be continued but at the risk of losing Aziraphale. In the show they have never been discorporated before so he doesn't know if Heaven would take this chance to send another Angel instead, there's a deleted scene where Aziraphale is supposed to be replaced by Michael so it isn't a stretch that they might use this discorporation to make the switch.

Aziraphale is tired, he knows that he has the Plague, he has caught it a few times before but now he doesn't have the energy to heal himself again and want to curl up to rest but he has a patients to care for, Heaven won't allow him to heal them and he has gotten into trouble for ignoring their orders once already, he cannot risk disobeying them again. He was surprised when Crowley bust in and seem to have a breakdown when it's confirmed he has the Plague. "What are you doing here?" He asked tiredly. "Trying to tempt me away from my duties?" He is still hurting over that incident. He had placed his trust in Crowley and he broke it.

"I would never!" Crowley rips off his sunglasses and throws them aside to look Aziraphale straight in his eyes, not even a hint of white is visible in his eyes. "I didn't get permission to tempt you because that is what I actually want to do, Aziraphale. It is so that I can meet up with you without worrying that Hell will find out." He lay his right hand over his heart. "I solemnly swear upon all of my wings that what I said was the truth and nothing but the truth. If I am found guilty of lying may my wings be burnt off till nothing but ashes remains." He gently reaches out to hold both of Aziraphale's hands in his as he bows his head. "Please...please, believe me, Aziraphale."

Even though Aziraphale feels like he is about to drop dead he still understands what Crowley is saying and his eyes widen at how serious the whole situation is. Memories of their time together came flooding back to him, the pain and sadness when humans have to die, the happiness and pride as he watches over his children. Crowley is definitely different from the other Demons and he had misjudged him. "Oh Crowley..." He whispered softly as he gently pulls his hands free and cups Crowley cheeks so he can lift up his head. "I am so sorry, Crowley. Please forgive me, I judged you too quickly..." He feels like the worst person in the world. He saw so much fear in Crowley's teary eyes when he first lifts up his head and the hope that bleeds into his eyes when he started talking almost killed him.

Crowley smiled up at Aziraphale as he places one hand over Aziraphale's and leans against it, not caring that they have turned black due to gangrene. "It's alright, Aziraphale. As long as I don't lose you." He said softly.

It just made Aziraphale's heart aches even more. He has abandoned and hurt Crowley for more than a thousand years but he has never given up on him after all these time, if he was only being nice to tempt him he would have given up a long time ago. "Crowley..." He gently stroke his Demon's cheek. "Why would you still want to be around me after all I have done to you?" He asked softly.

"Because it wasn't your fault, it was mine. I should have worded it better, I am the Serpent of Eden for crying out loud, I shouldn't have made that kind of mistake." Crowley closes his eyes as he allows himself to enjoy his Angel's touch.

If the Plague doesn't discorporate him right now his aching heart definitely will. His poor Demon has been blaming himself for his mistake for more than a thousand years. It makes him wonder what he has done to deserve this sweet kindhearted Demon and what exactly did Crowley do to Fall, it is clear as day to anyone who spent time with his Demon that Crowley is not a fighter so he couldn't have been part of the war. "Please don't blame yourself, My Dear. It was not your fault, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions so quickly."

Crowley smiled softly. "How about this, neither of us blame ourselves and we start over?" He holds out his hand. "Hi, I'm Crowley. It's nice to meet you."

Aziraphale can't help but return the smile as he let go of Crowley's cheek to shake his hand. "Hello Crowley, my name is Aziraphale. It is very nice to meet you." He promised himself that he would never make the same mistake ever again.

"There, no need to upset about the past anymore when we still have a long future ahead of us," Crowley said as he got back onto his feet. "I will have to report this back to Hell and spin it in a way that looks like I am tricking you but I swear that this is all real."

"You would lie to Hell for me?" Aziraphale asked in surprise. "Why?"

"Don't look so surprised, Angel, you have lied to Heaven for me long before I've lied to Hell for you." Crowley look around the room, he sees eight humans in the room and most of them look like they are not going to make it through the night. "Aziraphale. Listen, I can help only one human here." He said as he looks into Aziraphale's eyes. "I am sorry for putting you in this position but you'll have to choose."

Of course, it makes sense to Aziraphale that Crowley would only be able to heal one human without getting into trouble. He looks around the room before making his choices. "Lily, she is a bright little girl and she has her whole life ahead of her." And Aziraphale noticed that she is the one Crowley has been eyeing with such sadness in his eyes.

Crowley nods his head. "I am really sorry, Aziraphale." He said as he snaps his fingers, putting Aziraphale to sleep before he can ask why he is apologising. Healing isn't a problem, any Angel or Demon can do it, it is making the body immune that is. By his calculation, he will only have time to do Aziraphale and one human before one of his siblings is knocking down the door looking for him and he just can't. He wants Raphael to be the kind gentle Archangel everyone remembers, it will be cruel to replace that image with a Demon.

"Let's get down to business." He said softly as he holds one hand over Lily and the other over Aziraphale. He knows he can do it but he has never done it before and he really doesn't want to mess up. "You can do it, it is just like any other healing." He muttered to himself before he got to work.

Just as Crowley had suspected, Heaven has been keeping an eye out for his miracles but he was faster than them. By the time they entered Aziraphale's home, he was already long gone.

"Aziraphale!" Gabriel snapped his fingers to wake the Angel up. "Get up."

Aziraphale woke up with confusion in his eyes that widen when they landed on the group of Archangels in his house. His heart beat fast as his mind race with thoughts, why are they here? What did they want? Did they find out about Crowley?

"Where are they?" Michael asked as he looks around. "They were definitely here."

"Where is who?" Aziraphale is more confused than scared now.

"Raphael of course! Who else would be able to do this?" Uriel wave over to the healed child.

"Umm...every Angel can heal..." Aziraphale pointed out.

"But only one can make humans immune to illness, especially one created by Pestilence." Gabriel crosses his arms. "We'll ask one last time, Aziraphale, where is Raphael?"

"I don't know," Aziraphale answered honestly. "I was taking care of Lily over here when I fell asleep and was woken up by you." He left out the part where he had a little talk with his Demon.

"They must have left when they felt us coming..." Michael closed his eyes sadly.

"Then they couldn't have gotten too far," Sandalphon said. "We just have to keep looking now that we know they are still alive."

Gabriel nods his head. "Sandalphon is right, we just have to keep looking." He gently places his hand on Michael's shoulder, knowing how much the oldest blames himself for Raphael's disappearance.

"Right." Michael opens his eyes. "If you see Raphael report back to us immediately, Aziraphale." He ordered before they left to search for their missing sibling.

Aziraphale watches them all with dread in the pit of his stomach. He might not have seen Raphael the Archangel of healing but he has a feeling he now knows who Crowley was. He needs to talk to his Demon as soon as possible.


Crowley kneels in front of Satan and bows his head. "My Lord, I came bearing good news. The Angel has fallen for my tricks and will no longer doubt me."

"I am surprised you managed to pull it off, Crowley. I did not think it would work when you first told me your plan." Satan grinned proudly.

When he first lost Aziraphale he had made a half baked plan to get Hell off his back about not tempting his Angel. Of course, it didn't go well and he was on thin ice for a long time but now he should be back on Hell's good side and they'll be more trusting of his plans.

"It was a risk that paid off, My Lord." Crowley wants to get out of Hell and back to Earth as soon as possible. "The next part of my plan is to trick him into performing some temptations but it would require me to do some blessing in return."

Satan taps his finger against the armrest of his throne as he thinks. Crowley has been doing well so far and he has shown that even his most outrageous plans works. "Very well. Do what you have to but never forget that you are a Demon."

"Thank you, My Lord." Crowley wanted so badly to roll his eyes, it's not like being a Demon is something easily forgotten.

"You deserve a reward for your success so far. Come." Satan got up from his seat and heads towards his private room, knowing full well that Crowley would follow him.

Crowley clutches his fists as he forced himself onto his feet to follow Satan. He had realised a long time ago that Satan is not Lucifer, not anymore, his little sibling is gone, replaced by the Devil that lust for him. Hell Venom, his touches, his words, he would have to be blind to not see the meaning behind them.

He takes a deep breath before entering Satan's private room, hoping that he would still be able to face Aziraphale after this.


The worst of the Plague is over and Aziraphale was just minding his own business when he spotted a familiar redhead, his hair is shorter now but he still recognises him anywhere. "Crowley!" He called out as he runs up to his Demon. "Are you alright?" He asked softly, all questions about Raphael went out the window when he saw how pale Crowley is.

Crowley forced a smile as he nods his head. "Yeah. I'm fine." He said muttered as he turns away from Aziraphale so he doesn't have to keep up the smile.

Aziraphale frown and only hesitate for a few seconds before reaching out to hold Crowley's hand. "I'm here if you need to talk, Crowley." He said softly, looking into Crowley's sunglasses covered eyes when his Demon looked up in surprise.

"There is nothing to talk about..." Crowley muttered as he looks down at his feet. "I'm fine."

Aziraphale sigh softly and gently leads Crowley to his home. Perhaps his Demon would be more open to talking after he has gotten some rest.

Crowley did not look up, trusting Aziraphale to not lead him to his death and did not look up until they stopped walking. He flinched before he can stop himself when he saw he is in a room in what is probably his Angel's home. The last time he was in someone else's room... He shivered when he remembered what happened and have to remind himself that his Angel would never do that to him.

Aziraphale frown at Crowley's reaction as he helps him to bed, taking off his sunglasses and putting it on the nightstand before tucking him in. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything, Dear." He turned to head back downstairs but was stopped by Crowley.

Crowley relaxes once he is tucked in, Aziraphale just wants him to sleep, nothing more and nothing less. When he had processed what Aziraphale said his hand shot up and grab his wrist before he could go too far. "Please stay..." He looks up at him pleadingly, he doesn't want to be alone right now.

Aziraphale smiled sadly as he miracle up a chair and sat down next to the bed while holding Crowley's hand. "I am not going anywhere, Dear." He said softly, he doesn't know what happened but he will help however he can.

Aziraphale watches as Crowley gives him a slight smile before falling asleep almost immediately and he can't help but wonder what happened. Crowley loves his long hair and has never had it short as far as he knows, and his reaction...something must have happened. It pains him to see his Demon like this, to think that something happened to him while they were apart... He promised that he will do anything to help his Demon feel better, no matter what he has to do or how long it will take.

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