Title: Panic Room
Author: Serpent at Sunset
Rating: T
Fandom: Good Omens
Characters:
Genre: Drama/Angst
Word Count: 1,124
Summary: "I mean, don't you think that I have a plan? Maybe that there is a reason that I want to befriend an angel...and we do enjoy have a rather close bond..."
He began to laugh softly.
"I mean, he doesn't suspect a thing."
Yet, Crowley knew that there wasn't a damned thing to confess.
Everything was dark now. A pure liquid darkness that he could literally swim in. Crowley poured himself some scotch to accompany it and waited. Waited for what would eventually happen.
The voices would bother again. In all truth, he didn't even know if they were real, but were actually probably were. They could be. Who fucking knew in this world anymore. Oh well, perhaps they would leave him alone...
One thing was certain is they did not approve of him and his fraternity with Aziraphrale.
In fact, losing Aziraphale's friendship was one of his worst fears. Simply the thought of losing him and his company was enough to make him feel empty inside. The stark realization was a bit surprising and quite frankly a bit embarrassing.
He didn't even know why they would even bother. It was common knowledge anyway that they were together, and they had carried on together for millennia.
He just wanted some peace and quiet tonight. Maybe would just fuck off just a little bit.
"Will you return to the angel?" the familiar voice was asking. "Well, let me warn you. One day, he won't want you anyway. He'll come to his senses."
Well, clearly Crowley wasn't going to get his wish tonight.
"Apparently he still hasn't come to his senses yet," another voice surmised. "Neither of them have."
"The pure Aziraphale still has his heavenly host. Why does he want a pathetic detestable like you? You hold him back"
"It's just so asinine, ain't it?" a new female voice groused.
Fuck, where did all these assholes come from?
"You fell, demon. You're a sinner. You should stay with your own kind, lad." This new voice was so hot could easily breathe fire.
"Thank you for your opinion," Crowley said conversationally
He had to maintain control over the situation so he took another sip of liquor. In this circumstance, it was the best he could do.
He didn't want to react just yet. Crowley told himself that he had time to relax. For just a little bit longer.
"You are so fucking pathetic," a voice literally growled.
That did it.
It was if he had just been struck against his face.
Him? Pathetic?
Crowley really didn't agree with that accusation
"Pathetic, am I?" he snarled.
What swept through him right then was just like a clap of thunder. And without a doubt the lightning would appear soon.
He finished what remained of his scotch in one gulp and slammed the shot glass down on the table so hard he knew that he had left a crack in the glass.
"What's it to you if I want to be friends with an angel?" his voice boomed.
To their credit, the voices instantly shut up.
In that particular moment, everyone in that room knew that the most terrifying thing was to see him angry so it was more than reasonable to be quiet.
"I am Anthony J. Crowley and I will do exactly as I fucking please!"
He slapped his chest with every word.
But he wasn't finished yet. These undesirables probably wanted a confession of some sort. So, he decided to put on a bit of a show
"I mean, don't you think that I have a plan? Maybe that there is a reason that I want to befriend an angel...and we do enjoy have a rather close bond."
He began to laugh softly.
"I mean, he doesn't suspect a thing."
Crowley knew that there wasn't a damned thing to confess. They were in reality we just friends and he of course would do his damndest not to betray him. But, these assholes didn't know that, They didn't know anything about anything least of all about them.
The voices stopped just for a moment.
All Crowley could hear was the pounding of his heart and his ragged breath as he waited for their response. If there was any response forthcoming.
"I am powerful. I have free will." Crowley splayed his hand over his chest. "A far greater being than you. So, fuck off, would ya?"
The voices then disappeared and it was quiet once again. Fucking finally.
They had fled just like that. The fucking cowards
He just felt so gleeful and triumphant that he just started laughing and at he didn't know when he would stop or even if he could.
Perhaps he was finally insane or perhaps it was merely a release of tension he was maybe it had been his own brain cracking up. Oh well it had been a rough couple of decades. Centuries even.
Still knew that Aziraphale would still waiting for him. He knew that he wouldn't abandon him. He couldn't.
They had a deep friendship and that was the end of it. It was near eternal by now
No wonder other beings wanted to destroy it. There had been enough symptoms of that. And, noticed getting more aggressive and desperate that they were getting stronger
But, the most important thing was not to let them stay in his life. It was miserable enough as it was.
However, Crowley had won the battle. Saucily, he sauntered across the floor.
He was a master of his own universe, and his rules were ultimate And, no one should ever forget it.
The demon regarded the broken shot glass and walked away. What he should be doing instead of drinking alone was to leave and find his best friend.
But, he wondered if perhaps it was too late. The angel was most likely under his quilts and probably sound asleep.
He well knew that Aziraphale was an early riser.
Oh, but he was sure that he could wait in his kitchen until he woke up. Crowley really didn't sleep much anyway
But, to Crowley's surprise, when he arrived in Aziraphale's kitchen, the angel himself was sitting at the old table with a half a mug of cooling tea in front of him.
At his approach, the angel looked up and instantly though rather clumsily got to his feet.
"You're here!" he exclaimed
"Yup. It's odd that you're still up," Crowley said blandly
Merely a simple observation to gain more information.
"I had bad dreams," Aziraphale confessed.
"About what?" the demon asked.
The angel pointed in his general direction.
"I was worried something had happened to you, and I...jut couldn't get back to sleep. So, I made some tea to steady my nerves."
The tea cup was slightly shaking in his hand. Crowley could noticed a slight wobble
In reality, Crowley was relieved that Aziraphale wasn't hurt. He never would would want him to endanger himself over his messes.
"Oh, your poor thing," said softly
In truth, Crowley just wanted to hug him.
And that definitely wasn't a lie.
A/N: Some inspiration definitely came from "Panic Room" by Au/Ra.