A/N: Sorry this took so long guys. Had a copious amount of work, school, and personal life pop up along with a severe case of Writer's block. Enjoy the new chapter in which some secrets are revealed...dun dun dunnnnn. Disclaimers the Same as usual. Do no own Good Omens. Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett do! Reviews are always welcomed.
Shortly after the new year, a board room was rented out in a extravagant hotel and a rather delicious dinner was set out for the attendees. Marvin, an elderly server, had been there at the beginning of these secret meetings. He could never tell what the people around the table were saying bu he yearned to know what they spoke about. He recognized a few of the people from reports in the newspaper, like the two doctors, Sable and Salus. Dr. Sable had started a new diet craze while Dr. Salus was working on a cure for a sudden rise in a dangerous strand of influenza. Marvin scratched his balding head a moment, he couldn't quite figure out the diet plan set out by Dr. Sable but his wife had been raving about it before her death a short two years ago. He often wondered if it came a bit too late in his wife's life, seeing as she was rather weighty for most of it, especially after their youngest daughter was born.
Marvin sighed and went back to polishing the crystal glasses as he thought on the meeting again. The people had been coming to this board room for over six or seven years now. All of them had files and big stacks of papers, it must be very important business that they conducted annually. Marvin alerted hearing the lock on the door click and the slide of the wood on the carpet. He turned around and put on his best smile, "Good evening!" he said before giving a small bow. "Oh hello Marvin dear!" the woman crooned coming over and kissing his cheeks. "Been going to church every Sunday?" she asked accusingly as she placed her painted nails on her hips.
Marvin gave a dreamy smile, "Of course Madame Tracy..." he said, feeling that warm fluttery emotion he usually got when the middle aged lady talked to him or looked at him with those deep gray eyes. Madame Tracy's rouge painted lips broke into a toothy grin before she strutted over to one of the two chairs at the head of the table. She sat down with a great flourish before waving to her constant male companion.
Marvin gave a small bow to Mr. Young as the man walked past him with a rude snort. He never liked the strange man, always dressed in black with a scowl on his face. Marvin often wondered if he was related to the tyrant waging war in Europe. The thought gave him chills as he went about setting up the silverware and dishes. Mr. Young and Madame Tracy sat obediently waiting as Marvin served them. The others started coming in with their heavy files and stacks of papers. The nun and father sat on the row of seats to Madam Tracy's right while the lady dressed in red leather and the pale looking young man sat to the left of Mr. Young. The doctors followed a few minutes later bearing their large suitcases and files before sitting across from each other. Sable went to Mr. Young's side while Salus sat by the nun.
Marvin worked quickly setting out more plates and napkins before the last group arrived. The Crowen couple came in a whirl of their quiet arguing before they sat down in the seats designated next to Doctor Sable. The doctor rolled his dark eyes before setting out his tabbed folders. The elderly server poured drinks before noticing two extra seats he needed to add. He set them out earning the confused looks from everyone except the two at the head of the table. Mr. O'Connor finally came in, looking pale as he sat next to Doctor Salus. Marvin straightened seeing a lovely young woman come in and take a seat next to Mr. O'Connor as the man shivered a little. The next person came in and shut the door with a sound "clunk" before he stalked over to a chair across from the young woman. They mirrored each other so much so that Marvin assumed they must be twins. They both looked like they had fallen out of a Renaissance fair and ended up her. The elderly man shook his head as his hearing aid whined and lost frequency again for the third time that day. Marvin sighed and served out the dinners while he listened to the silence as the group talked.
He tried to lean in once or twice to see the papers handed about as he poured drinks but he was met with obscure languages he couldn't understand. The meeting went on for an hour as Marvin cleared the dishes and served coffee and dessert and kept the table clean. Sometimes Mr. Young would look irate but Madame Tracy soothed him with a pat to his arm. It drove him crazy just watching the mouths move and the papers and files pass around with no hints about what they contained. After all the dishes and glasses were clear the large group stood and looked to the head of the table and to Madame Tracy.
It was about this time that Marvin's hearing aid started coming back to life and he managed to catch the last words uttered by Madame Tracy, "...we don't want a repeat of last time do we?" she had said in her smooth voice. All heads gave sharp nods before they filed out, avoiding their counterparts. Madame Tracy passed by Marvin and gave him a soft pat on the hand, "See you quite soon dear," she said with a bright smile before flouncing out with Mr. Young trailing behind her reluctantly. Marvin let out a heavy sigh before pushing the dinner cart over to the door before going back to cleaning the table.
He finished disposing of any napkins left over before pushing the cart out and locking the door behind him with a small hum. About half way down the hall, he forgot entirely what he was doing. He paused in slight concern as he stared down at the dining cart, thinking he really needed to retire this job and do something else with his time. Marvin gave a whist-full whistle as he pressed the button for the elevator. He blinked, seeing a dark young man standing in the elevator, "Good evening sir!" he said walking in with the cart. "You know you're the spitting image of that Clooney fellow they had in the movies way back when!" the elderly man beamed. "Up or Down?" the George Clooney look alike asked. "Oh...um down I guess. I'm not quite sure where the kitchen is in this place..." Marvin said noticing something out of the corner of his eye as the elevator doors closed.
He blinked a little before looking to the younger man again, "I've got orders to take you up," he said pressing the rooftop button on the board. Marvin gave a small smile, "That's where the kitchen is then?" he asked as the elevator grinded and made its ascension. "Yep a nice big kitchen," the other said with a small yawn, "With some fluffy clouds in between." Marvin looked back to the closed doors, "That sounds nice..." he said with a dreamy look. "I'm sure my wife will be there...cooking me some flapjacks." The younger man shrugged, "If that's your image of heaven so be it," he said with a small smile. Marvin gave another smile as the elevator eased to a halt, "See you on the flip side," the young man said before opening the elevator doors.
Adam Young rubbed his forehead with a soft groan, he kept having blackouts and he continued hearing voices. Dark little jabbing voices that tore at his mind and took away little chunks. He regained some of his sanity at rare moments like this but it would quickly be gone. Soon after the voices started to buzz loudly the darkness would come and he'd fall asleep. Adam squeezed his fingers into the soft flesh as a sharp jab of pain went through his head, "Crowley..." he whimpered into the silent room. Images of dark sunglasses and a Bentley calmed him for a moment before he could smell a dusty book and hot tea along with the images of a cottage in an isolated place along the shore. Adam's heart thudded, "I didn't look there..." he whispered to himself. He felt of flurry of hope as he got to his feet and stumbled across the dark room. He gripped the doorknob and flung open the door to a bright light.
He fluttered his eyes against the bright light before seeing a room full of people staring at him. He felt a soft hand touch his arm before he glanced at the owner. Pepper gave him a soft smile that didn't travel to her hollow eyes as the voices screamed in his head. Adam felt sleepy as he gripped Pepper's hand, "Pep...the cottage," he whispered before he passed out into the oblivion of his dreams and memories.
