An Otherworldly Interlude
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Title: I Had It All Figured Out Until You Came Along - An Interlude
Author: m_buggie
Fandoms: “Generation Kill”/“Band of Brothers”/”Good Omens”
Pairings: past Colbert/Caroline, eventual Colbert/Fick, vaguely hinted Crowley/Aziraphale if you squint your eyes and tilt your head just slightly to the left
Word Count: 870 for An Interlude
Rating: R
Standard Disclaimer: This is based off performances in the HBO miniseries, not the actual soldiers. The only thing I own is the computer I wrote this on. I make no profit and mean no disrespect so please don’t sue.
Author’s Note: This takes place in the world of the Big Damn Modern Day Crossover AU of Doom-verse…I think that says it all. Major credit goes to melliyna for being a huge influence on this, all of this.
~x~x~
“It’s cruel of you to do that,” a well-groomed blond man remarked with a backward glance over his shoulder at the flashing lights being left behind in the preternatural dust of the black 1926 Bentley which he sat in the passenger seat of.
The driver shrugged one shoulder. “Oh come off it, Angel, it’s not like I turned their engine block into anything unpleasant.” Which he very well could have; he’d done it before in the past and rather enjoyed it. The looks on the officers’ faces were always so entertaining.
Aziraphale the angel - as in an actual angel with hidden wings and a long misplaced flaming sword, not the “oh aren’t you just the sweetest thing ever” variety - furrowed his brow and sighed, “That doesn’t make it any better.”
The driver grinned, toothy and devious and utterly charming. “Oh well. At least I remembered that they drive on the wrong side of the road in this country.”
While teasing the local law enforcement on a stretch of highway in America’s Northeast didn’t exactly count as demonic activity, it was enough to amuse Crowley and cause a bit of trouble between point A and point B. Crowley was, after all, a demon. He may have looked like a well-dressed, charming, and reasonably attractive man in black clothes and dark sunglasses but that was just because Crowley had long ago decided that the human world was far more engaging than Hell could ever be and went native. Still, he was a demon and old habits died hard. Besides, everyone needed a hobby. Crowley eased off on the gas pedal, dropping the old car back to speeds that weren’t in the triple digits and that actually registered on the speedometer.
A road sign for the Hanover, New Hampshire city limits passed them by.
“Why are we heading through here?” Aziraphale asked.
“Just a bit of business to take care of,” Crowley replied.
“You’re not going to go split them up are you?” Aziraphale looked somewhat concerned. “I just worked to get them back together, you can’t go splitting them up already. ‘The tall one is destined to find true love from this,’ I told you that quite clearly when he entered the bar with his friend. It’s part of the Plan.”
“What, those two?” Crowley laughed. “No, no, no, I’ve got no interest at all in those two. Reuniting old lovers is so cliché that bothering to break them up wouldn’t be nearly interesting enough to be worth my time, for starters.”
“Oh, okay…so if that’s not your plan, then what is?”
Crowley smirked. “That would be telling.”
Aziraphale folded his arms and treated his demonic companion to the sort of look that had been perfected by nagging wives eons ago. “Anthony J. Crowley…”
Crowley’s sigh came out as more of a hiss. “All right, fine, if you’re going to cause such a fuss over it. If you must know, I don’t actually have a reason for coming this way. I just thought it’d be funny to see the look on your face when you thought I was about to meddle with your precious ‘true love’ scenario.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“It’s not like I have any reason to lie.”
“You’re a demon, my dear.”
“Making note of the company you keep, I see.”
“Point taken.”
“In any case, Angel, my actual destination is a damp little New England town north of here. It’s a quaint little drinking village with a fishing problem, complete with a creepy old loner running the general goods shop and some troublesome teenagers who like to dabble in matters best left alone. See where I’m going with this?”
“I do,” Aziraphale sighed. “And I can tell that I’ll have to look up the local minister who’s lost his faith but will find it again at the darkest hour.”
“Now you’re talking.” Crowley snapped his fingers. “It’s the stuff they write books about.”
“Yes, and we’re the stuff they wrote The Book about,” Aziraphale pointed out.
“Well that may be but the folks downstairs are getting antsy for a progress report and I need to have something I can show to them.”
“I suppose you’ve got a point. I know my people upstairs will be wanting...”
The angel never finished his statement, though, as the demon chose that moment to swerve the car erratically, cutting off someone and nearly hitting an oncoming delivery truck in the process. The truck honked angrily and veered out of the way, turning sharply and careening down another street at what couldn’t possibly be a safe speed.
“Oops,” was all Crowley said, not even bothering to check the rear view mirror or glance back over his shoulder.
“Oops? Is that all you can say?” Aziraphale demanded.
“Is it just me or did that beige Humvee look rather familiar to you? You know, the one that I just cut off?”
Aziraphale sighed and put a hand to his forehead. “I don’t know why I bother…”
Crowley flashed another dashing grin and draped an arm across the back of his angelic companion’s seat, leaning in slightly. “I do.”
Aziraphale tried not to smile, shaking his head. “Just mind the road, will you?”
Crowley laughed.
Title: I Had It All Figured Out Until You Came Along - An Interlude
Author: m_buggie
Fandoms: “Generation Kill”/“Band of Brothers”/”Good Omens”
Pairings: past Colbert/Caroline, eventual Colbert/Fick, vaguely hinted Crowley/Aziraphale if you squint your eyes and tilt your head just slightly to the left
Word Count: 870 for An Interlude
Rating: R
Standard Disclaimer: This is based off performances in the HBO miniseries, not the actual soldiers. The only thing I own is the computer I wrote this on. I make no profit and mean no disrespect so please don’t sue.
Author’s Note: This takes place in the world of the Big Damn Modern Day Crossover AU of Doom-verse…I think that says it all. Major credit goes to melliyna for being a huge influence on this, all of this.
~x~x~
“It’s cruel of you to do that,” a well-groomed blond man remarked with a backward glance over his shoulder at the flashing lights being left behind in the preternatural dust of the black 1926 Bentley which he sat in the passenger seat of.
The driver shrugged one shoulder. “Oh come off it, Angel, it’s not like I turned their engine block into anything unpleasant.” Which he very well could have; he’d done it before in the past and rather enjoyed it. The looks on the officers’ faces were always so entertaining.
Aziraphale the angel - as in an actual angel with hidden wings and a long misplaced flaming sword, not the “oh aren’t you just the sweetest thing ever” variety - furrowed his brow and sighed, “That doesn’t make it any better.”
The driver grinned, toothy and devious and utterly charming. “Oh well. At least I remembered that they drive on the wrong side of the road in this country.”
While teasing the local law enforcement on a stretch of highway in America’s Northeast didn’t exactly count as demonic activity, it was enough to amuse Crowley and cause a bit of trouble between point A and point B. Crowley was, after all, a demon. He may have looked like a well-dressed, charming, and reasonably attractive man in black clothes and dark sunglasses but that was just because Crowley had long ago decided that the human world was far more engaging than Hell could ever be and went native. Still, he was a demon and old habits died hard. Besides, everyone needed a hobby. Crowley eased off on the gas pedal, dropping the old car back to speeds that weren’t in the triple digits and that actually registered on the speedometer.
A road sign for the Hanover, New Hampshire city limits passed them by.
“Why are we heading through here?” Aziraphale asked.
“Just a bit of business to take care of,” Crowley replied.
“You’re not going to go split them up are you?” Aziraphale looked somewhat concerned. “I just worked to get them back together, you can’t go splitting them up already. ‘The tall one is destined to find true love from this,’ I told you that quite clearly when he entered the bar with his friend. It’s part of the Plan.”
“What, those two?” Crowley laughed. “No, no, no, I’ve got no interest at all in those two. Reuniting old lovers is so cliché that bothering to break them up wouldn’t be nearly interesting enough to be worth my time, for starters.”
“Oh, okay…so if that’s not your plan, then what is?”
Crowley smirked. “That would be telling.”
Aziraphale folded his arms and treated his demonic companion to the sort of look that had been perfected by nagging wives eons ago. “Anthony J. Crowley…”
Crowley’s sigh came out as more of a hiss. “All right, fine, if you’re going to cause such a fuss over it. If you must know, I don’t actually have a reason for coming this way. I just thought it’d be funny to see the look on your face when you thought I was about to meddle with your precious ‘true love’ scenario.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“It’s not like I have any reason to lie.”
“You’re a demon, my dear.”
“Making note of the company you keep, I see.”
“Point taken.”
“In any case, Angel, my actual destination is a damp little New England town north of here. It’s a quaint little drinking village with a fishing problem, complete with a creepy old loner running the general goods shop and some troublesome teenagers who like to dabble in matters best left alone. See where I’m going with this?”
“I do,” Aziraphale sighed. “And I can tell that I’ll have to look up the local minister who’s lost his faith but will find it again at the darkest hour.”
“Now you’re talking.” Crowley snapped his fingers. “It’s the stuff they write books about.”
“Yes, and we’re the stuff they wrote The Book about,” Aziraphale pointed out.
“Well that may be but the folks downstairs are getting antsy for a progress report and I need to have something I can show to them.”
“I suppose you’ve got a point. I know my people upstairs will be wanting...”
The angel never finished his statement, though, as the demon chose that moment to swerve the car erratically, cutting off someone and nearly hitting an oncoming delivery truck in the process. The truck honked angrily and veered out of the way, turning sharply and careening down another street at what couldn’t possibly be a safe speed.
“Oops,” was all Crowley said, not even bothering to check the rear view mirror or glance back over his shoulder.
“Oops? Is that all you can say?” Aziraphale demanded.
“Is it just me or did that beige Humvee look rather familiar to you? You know, the one that I just cut off?”
Aziraphale sighed and put a hand to his forehead. “I don’t know why I bother…”
Crowley flashed another dashing grin and draped an arm across the back of his angelic companion’s seat, leaning in slightly. “I do.”
Aziraphale tried not to smile, shaking his head. “Just mind the road, will you?”
Crowley laughed.