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"Why don't you go back to the hospital I was born at?" William asked, taking a bite out of a cookie. There had been quite a lot to take in in such a short time, and now there was a lot to do in a short amount of time. Luckily for Aziraphale and Crowley, they had raised the boy to be quite clever. Aziraphale and Crowley looked at each other, and then began to plan their trip. Time was of the essence, wasn't it?

The following day they made a family road trip about it, traveling to Tadfield which was located in Oxfordshire. It wasn't that far away from Hayling, but it was still a bit of a trip in itself. Aziraphale made sure to bring plenty of snacks with them, including a tartan print tin filled with biscuits. There was never not an occasion for biscuits, as far as the angel was concerned. They left after lunch, after Crowley and William had checked on the garden before leaving. Gardening was such a good stress reliever for the demon, even though he had changed his old method of of threatening and shouting, it was still a soothing distraction from the mounting stress that he had begun to feel as of yesterday. Especially when the two of them worked together to eliminate pests that dare to harm their plants. It was certainly one of the few things in life that he would always cherish.

Since the trip was a rather long one, William and Aziraphale talked about the book the boy had been reading. Much like the principality, the boy had taken a shine to the works of Oscar Wilde, something that Aziraphale had loved. Finally someone else to talk about one of his favorite authors. Of course he always had to be mindful to make sure to talk in the past tense, and not make it seem like he knew the author personally, even though he did, and really he just couldn't help sometimes with his gushing. It wasn't too much longer, though certainly long enough as Crowley tended to drive closer to the speed limit if still a bit over when William was a passenger, until they arrived at the old Tadfield Manor.

William wasn't entirely sure what happened within the church, as he had stayed in the Bentley reading while his parents went to investigate on where any other boys who had the same birthday as he did could be. The only thing that pulled him from the story he had been reading was the sudden appearance of the sound of gunfire? And a lot of it too, from what it sounded like. It was a lot like an American western movie he had watched with papa a few months ago. He went back to his book though when none of it came near dad's car. The boy hadn't had to wait long for them to return, as less than half an hour later both doors opened and Aziraphale and Crowley climbed in. He place his bookmark in his book and set it on the seat next to him.

"So, did you find out who else has my birthday?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat between his parents.

Crowley frowned, suppressing the sneer that tried to fight out. He did not want to take his anger at a certain frog demon out on the boy.

Aziraphale looked worriedly at his companion before looking at the boy. "Unfortunately not, my dear. Apparently they had suffered a terrible fire that night and all of their records had been destroyed."

"Oh. That sucks." William sat back, not noticing the slight frown on the angel's face at his choice of language while he buckled his seat-belt.

"You can say that again." The red-head snorted as he started the car, slowly making their way through the police blockade that had showed up. "Now we're back to square one."

"Indeed." Aziraphale replied, buckling his own belt, not that he needed it. But it was always wise to set a good example.

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It had gotten late as the small family headed towards their little home, driving through the woods that surrounded Tadfield, after stopping for a quick meal in a small restaurant in town. Aziraphale and Crowley talked quietly about their next course of action on trying to find the missing anti-Christ. The sun had just begun to set, and William, had started to asleep in the back seat, head resting on the window. His nap, however, was cut short when something hit the Bentley, causing the demon to slam on the breaks. He wasn't sure what had happened. His parents had climbed out to investigate. He was startled by the strange appearance of a bright light that promptly vanished. He wasn't sure what to make of it, until the door opened and a young woman climbed in next to him.

"Oh, hello." She said quietly, giving a smile that seemed to hold relief in it.

"Hi."

"My name's Anathema."

"I'm William." He said with a sleepy smile. "Dad? Papa? What's going on?"

"Nothing to worry about, my dear. Just a little accident, but no one is hurt."

"That's good." He shifted his blanket around his lap.

"So, where to miss?" Crowley started the car.

"Follow this road into town." Anathema said pointing down the hill they had been traveling.

It wasn't long before William fell back asleep as they traveled into Tadfield, his blanket slipping off his lap all together, not that he had needed it, the car was always the perfect temperature. Aziraphale and Crowley dropped off the young girl, who had been perplexed as she was certain that during the trip her bike magically obtained gears, but now didn't. She waved the odd couple off, not sure what to think of the pair and their son.

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The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful, as the small family made their way home.

"William, my dear, we're home." Aziraphale unbuckled his seat-belt. He peered over his seat when there was no answer. "William?" He smiled softly when he realized why the child had not answered. "Oh! Well, look at that Crowley."

Crowley couldn't help the small smile peeking out, no matter how much he fought it. "Ah, well. It has been a long day."

"Let's get him into bed." Aziraphale reached for the blanket and tin, then frowned when he realized there was something else. "Hang on, there's an extra book here."

"How do you mean?"

"It must belong to that girl." Aziraphale pulled out the rather large green tome that had been covered partly by the blanket. His breath caught at the sight of the title. It couldn't be...

"Well I suppose we could just mail it to Tadfield. Address it to the mad American woman with the bicycle." When Aziraphale hadn't responded, Crowley furrowed his eyebrows. "You alright, angel?"

Aziraphale snapped out of the trance he had gotten into. "Hmm? Yes, fine. Absolutely tickety-boo!'

"'Tickety-boo?'" What on earth was going on with him?

"Can you take care of William for me, dear? I have to go look something up right quick, wont be long." The demon nodded, muttering under his breath that it would be fine. "Thank you. Mind how you go!"

Crowley frowned as he watched his friend rush into the house, presumably to his study. He scratched the back of his head. It was far from the strangest he had seen the angel. Still though it was certainly odd. "Right. Well that was a thing."

He carefully scooped the slumbering boy into his arms, being mindful to make sure not to hit his head when pulling him out of the car. He looked down at the peaceful look on his face as in his sleep he had nuzzled his face into the demon's shoulder, mumbling something to someone in his dream. His heart hurt at the thought of losing it all, losing the boy he had spent so long and yet not long enough to raise. How could he, a demon have fallen so for the boy? He was just a human, wasn't he? Hell, he's known and gotten foolishly close to countless of them, he shouldn't care... he was a demon for somebody's sake. And yet, looking at the child his mind raced for a solution. He had to think of something, ANYTHING, to fix this. Even if he had to hire a crazy old human from his past to do the legwork for him.

As he finished tucking William into bed, gently brushing his hair from his face, he couldn't help but wish that he had that power that Aziraphale had, with wishing someone to dream whatever they liked best.

"Good night, my darling William. We won't fail, I promise you."