Disclaimer: I don't know about you, but I still don't own the rights to Good Omens.
Those would belong to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.
Chapter Three: Two Recaps and Two Conversations of Arguable Importance
Now, if you will, allow a small recap of the events so far. They will be important in the near future. Promise. God's truth. Besides, it'll be just like one of those detective/crime drama shows.* Anyway…
Adam was bored and made a wish.
Hastur, a duke of Hell, received orders and had a plan.
Crowley and Aziraphale met at the park to feed ducks and catch up on news.
Three people left St. James Park.
Adam played with Dog but was still bored.
And now you'll return to the regularly scheduled fanfic.
As soon as Aziraphale reached his shop, he slipped inside, locked the door, and headed for the back room. It had been awhile since he had established direct contact with Heaven and Aziraphale would have been more than happy to wait for, say, a couple thousand years but he didn't really have a choice in the matter. If Hell was planning something big it only seemed right that Heaven knew about it.** So he pushed his desk out of the way, rolled up the carpet,*** and found the circle that was chalked onto the floorboards. Kneeling down, Aziraphale said the Words and was greeted, after a couple repeats, by a "bright blue shaft of light" that "shot down from the ceiling and filled the circle"****
"Yes, Aziraphale? What is it?" came a divine and utterly disinterested voice. It seemed echo slightly off the walls, holding in its rich folds a kind of serene power and authority that would have left any mortal trembling.
"Ah, yes. Well, it's me. Aziraphale. Umm… who is it I'm talking to? If you don't mind my asking?" Aziraphale was not entirely unaffected.
"We know who you are. Now what is it?"
Aziraphale shifted uncomfortably, "Well, you see, while I was keeping an eye on things down here. Ummm, it sort of looks like The Adversary might be planning something. And I was wondering if Heaven knew yet. I mean, I don't know what it would be but it would certainly need to be thwarted, you know dear and…"
"Aziraphale." The voice sighed impatiently, "If Hell was planning something, I'm certain we would have heard about it before now."
"But…"
"Your concerns will be taken into consideration."
"I really must insist on the importance of this matter especially if…"
"Listen, Aziraphale. If you really want to talk about something important, then why don't you tell me where your flaming sword went?"
"You know, you sound busy up there. Why don't I leave you to your heavenly duties?"
"Good call." The light flickered out, leaving Aziraphale alone in his shop.
"You know, dear." The angel remarked to himself as stared blankly at his displaced desk and the veritable flood of papers that surrounded it, "I think I will have a drink now."
*A/N To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen a crime drama do this but it's the sort of thing I imagine crime dramas doing.
**After all, you couldn't really rely on humans to do anything about.
***Doing so, Aziraphale realized it really was time he did something about all the papers he kept stacked on top of it. Especially when half of them came toppling down as soon as he began shifting the desk. It wouldn't hurt to vacuum either.
****Good Omens, page 241, US Harper Torch Edition. The one with Crowley on the front cover.
The voice came through about four, maybe five, blocks down from Aziraphale's bookshop. "Crowley." Freddie Mercury told him, "It's been awhile. Come down to the graveyard."
Speeding along at a good ninety, Crowley couldn't help but stare with a certain amount of blank horror at the source of the sound. It had been awhile since Hell had deemed to establish direct contact with him, and Crowley wouldn't have minded if it decided to wait for, say, a couple thousand years but he didn't really have a choice in the matter.
"Crowley." Freddie Mercury stopped mid-song again to warn him, "Either you can come to me or I can come to you."
"I'll be there as soon as I can." Crowley grumbled. He drove the rest of the way in silence.
A Second Recap:
Adam was bored and made a wish.
Hastur, a duke of Hell, received orders and had a plan.
Crowley and Aziraphale met at the park to feed ducks and catch up on news.
Three people left St. James Park.
Adam played with Dog but was still bored.
Aziraphale spoke to Heaven briefly and was given a Cold Shoulder
Two of Hell's representatives arrived "top-side" on devious business
Crowley was contacted by Hell
Adam Young was at home eating dinner around the time Crowley arrived at the graveyard.
Nastur, A Likewise Fallen Angel and Duke of Hell greeted Crowley.
Except for Crowley's presence, Nastur was alone.
"Good evening, Crowley." Nastur grinned, a set of jagged teeth appearing between thin, almost purple, lips, "Mind telling me what you've been up to lately?"
Author's Note: Look at me, posting two chapters in the same night. Reviews might help this to continue happening in the future. -not so subtle hinting- I would especially like feedback on what you thought of the "recap" bits. I thought they worked out nicely, myself, but I've been wrong about these things in the past.