With plenty of help from a very small Marie, Aziraphale and Wilson had spent the day playing with Marie and preparing for any other wee visitors who might stop by. The garden behind the house had been turned into something of a small playground, with a swingset in the corner and a small koi pond for fish watching ( Read more... )

With Wilson off on his Wednesday clinic shift, plotting a surprise for him was easy. Aziraphale spent the better part of the day baking and making handwavy phone calls. Once of which was to Marie, with hopes that she might be able to stop by after classes and give him a hand ( Read more... )

True to their word, Aziraphale and Wilson had the downstairs study cleared away and ready for the evening's activities. Most of the furniture had been shoved aside, leaving plenty of space for people to gather, and to do...whatever it was that they were going to do. The angel still wasn't completely clear on that, but then he never really did ( Read more... )

The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains when Jimmy awoke, feeling nice and warm and snuggly, but with a definite desire for a glass of milk. He seemed to be buried underneath a huge pile of covers, and it took a great deal of wiggling before he finally managed to kick them off with his feet and slide off the side of the bed, landing ( Read more... )

The remaining lump under the bedcovers moved, and after a moment a blond head peeked out. "Immy?" the little boy said softly. Seeing his friend struggling with the door, Azzy clambered out of the bed, his wee wings fluttering to bring him to a softer landing than the dark-haired boy had, and then hurried over to help ( Read more... )

Leaving the clinic Wednesday morning in as wretched a mood as he'd arrived in the night before, Aziraphale took himself to the new house. There was unpacking to be done, the house needed readying for when Wilson awoke, and by God the angel was going to get it done for him. And by hand, too, because that was the way Wilson liked for him to do things ( Read more... )

Bright and early in the morning, Aziraphale settled into the armchair in his office, with its lovely new spaceship mural (courtesy of River Tam) decorating one wall. He had a pot of orange spice tea and a plate of scones, and was doing a bit of research for Friday's lab.

And of course, he was available for anyone who wanted to stop by.

It was actually harder than he'd anticipated, moving from wherever it was the island existed to the place where the bond with Wilson led him, and Aziraphale had a moment's fear that they wouldn't make it, wouldn't find the right place in time. The worry was for naught, though...it was quite obvious they'd hit their target ( Read more... )

After an indulgent morning of NWS "quality time", Aziraphale and Wilson were busily setting up the kitchen for a day of baking, dinner and movies. One end of the counter was set aside for Blair's cookie-making endeavor, while the young doctor got to work prepping their dinner for the day: leg of lamb roast with fresh herbs (rosemary, mint, basil), ( Read more... )

True to his word, Aziraphale had agreed to spend Saturday afternoon necking on the couch watching bad B horror flicks. Thanks to Abby's comment, Wilson had insisted on starting out with Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. Having gotten the desired reaction of confusion over the plot and horror at the production values in general from the angel, he'd ( Read more... )