Crossover blurb
I asked for prompts and
vulgarweedsupplied me with several. One of which was a New Who/Good Omens crossover.
"somehow [the Doctor] gets stuck with his most annoying companions EVER: an angel and demon who think they know everything but are really interested mostly in alcohol."
"No!"
"Oh, come on."
"Absolutely not."
"Just this once?"
"Out of the question. I don't do angels, demons, gods, demigods, local spirits or families," the Doctor recited, looking meaningfully at the demon's foot, elegantly booted and currently lodged in the door of the TARDIS.
Crowley just smirked. "Now, when you say do," he began, but the angel silenced him with a hasty jab to the ribs.
"Mustn't rile him or he'll never say yes," Aziraphale hissed. Crowley ignored him.
"You haven't lived until you've tasted the spiked ambrosia of Cserkna-5, that's what you said," Crowley quoted to the Doctor, "And we've shown you every disreputable drinking establishment this year's London has to offer!"
"We do so love to travel through space and time, but my companion's Bentley is rather Earthbound at the moment, I'm afraid," Aziraphale confessed. "Just one trip?"
The Doctor looked at the angel's broad, honest face and sighed.
"Fine," he said, and opened the TARDIS door. "But you're buying."
vulgarweedsupplied me with several. One of which was a New Who/Good Omens crossover.
"somehow [the Doctor] gets stuck with his most annoying companions EVER: an angel and demon who think they know everything but are really interested mostly in alcohol."
"No!"
"Oh, come on."
"Absolutely not."
"Just this once?"
"Out of the question. I don't do angels, demons, gods, demigods, local spirits or families," the Doctor recited, looking meaningfully at the demon's foot, elegantly booted and currently lodged in the door of the TARDIS.
Crowley just smirked. "Now, when you say do," he began, but the angel silenced him with a hasty jab to the ribs.
"Mustn't rile him or he'll never say yes," Aziraphale hissed. Crowley ignored him.
"You haven't lived until you've tasted the spiked ambrosia of Cserkna-5, that's what you said," Crowley quoted to the Doctor, "And we've shown you every disreputable drinking establishment this year's London has to offer!"
"We do so love to travel through space and time, but my companion's Bentley is rather Earthbound at the moment, I'm afraid," Aziraphale confessed. "Just one trip?"
The Doctor looked at the angel's broad, honest face and sighed.
"Fine," he said, and opened the TARDIS door. "But you're buying."