Hi. I don't know about you, but I just need this now. I'm confident that we'll get a season 3 and that Neil Gaiman will wrap things up much better than this, but until then I need this. To calm my broken heart. Cause it hurts. It really does. Proceed only if you watched season 2 until the end!
Inspired by lack of sleep and the song "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie on Aziraphale's heavenly playlist.
I Will Follow You Into The Dark
The Metatron stood waiting in the elevator that would take them Up.
Slowly, very slowly, Aziraphale turned his head to where he knows he would be standing. He could always feel him when he was near him. Always find him. He still felt him on his lips. That furious fire he ignited there hasn't stopped yet. In fact the burning grew hotter and hotter. It demanded to be soothed by him. Aziraphale knew only he could sooth the fire.
But he didn't want it to stop entirely. No, that wasn't why he wanted his lips back.
He turned and he saw Crowley, leaning against his car. When he put on his shades earlier, it was as if he was hiding from him. Hiding his eyes, hiding who he was. As if he felt Aziraphale didn't trust him anymore. Now that he had refused to be an angel again.
Aziraphale's burning lips wobbled. He still didn't understand it entirely, but, of course, he trusted Crowley. Of course he wanted to see him. All of him. Of course he loved the demon.
As he watched him standing there next to the Bentley, the personification of cool, but at a closer look, shaking from head to toe, trying to keep it together and crying beneath his dark glasses, Aziraphale knew. That Crowley was right. He couldn't see it yet, but he knew.
He trusted him. And he loved him and how could he be so foolish and let him get away like that. Aziraphale's heart cried out. Yearning. Lurching. And then his feet were running.
The Metatron called out behind him, but Aziraphale didn't listen. He crossed the street without looking. Surprised, Crowley jerked into motion and by the little gestures of his hands Aziraphale could tell that he had to perform small miracles to prevent cars and people crashing into the angel. Aziraphale didn't really notice. The honking car horns and screeching tires seemed far away. He only saw Crowley. And Crowley only saw him.
Suddenly, they met in the middle of the busy road and before anyone of them could talk, Aziraphale had grabbed Crowley's head between his hands and he pulled him in for a kiss.
It was as hard and desperate as Crowley's kiss in the bookshop, but it softened the longer it lasted. The burning that hurt him was now again a burning that embraced him with warmth. With love. Crowley's hands slowly rested against Aziraphale's cheeks. Careful, shaking, sifting back into the angel's soft hair. He shuddered and he cried more and Aziraphale pulled him in with one hand around his back, soothing him, and with the other hand carefully removing Crowley's glasses and letting them fall to the ground.
They stood there together for what felt like an eternity. And they knew how long that was. They didn't see Nina and Maggie, watching and grinning from their respective windows. They didn't see the Metatron making a face and vanishing behind the doors of the elevator.
Nothing at all mattered.
They didn't need air to breathe so they kissed. And when finally Aziraphale was parting from Crowley, he was crying, too.
"Forgive me?" he whispered between little, hiccuping sobs, looking into Crowley's slitted, glowing-yellow eyes.
"Always." he said, voice breaking. And they kissed again, arms wrapping around each other as the kiss got more familiar. More soft and gentle and passionate.
"I don't know what I'm doing." Aziraphale confessed breathlessly as they broke apart once more. "But I do trust you to know the right way. For us." he emphasized. And then sighing and tenderly cradling Crowley's face, he confessed something else. "I love you."
Crowley shook, a sob wanting to burst out of him. He lifted one trembling hand to wipe away Aziraphale's tears. "I love you, too." he said quietly.
They kissed again and again. Short little explosions of light and fire in their minds and in their bodies. Then, without another word, Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's hand and pulled him back towards their car.
They got in and the engine revved up and they drove until the end of the street where the Bentley, Crowley and Aziraphale vanished with a soft pop.
No one left standing on the street was surprised about it.
Somewhere – or maybe it was nowhere, depended on how you looked on things – between wide-stretching, colourful nebulas and glittering, burning stars of new and old worlds, there was a black vintage car, floating in the universe like a little spaceship.
It was a miracle that it didn't get crushed by the force of the vacuum, but then again, miracles is what they did.
Crowley and Aziraphale were in the front seats, kissing passionately. Loving hands caressing each other's skin. The tears have ceased. As they parted they were smiling, gazing devotedly into each other's eyes. Blue and Yellow. Their hands found each other, fingers interlacing, squeezing softly.
"Where do you want to go first?" asked Crowley.
"I don't care as long as we're together." answered Aziraphale. "I will follow you into the dark."
There you have it. A fix-it fic to ease the wait until we get season 3. Sorry for any mistakes. I haven't slept. I just love these characters.