Fic: We Have A Mini Crossover
Title: Everyday Magic Wears a Red Coat/This Isn't a Greek Chorus, It's a Peanut Gallery
Author: melliyna
Fandom: Big Damn AU of Doom Verse
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale (hints), Colbert/Fick, Nixon/Winters, Liebgott/Webster (and Ten/Jack, Speirs/Lipton and many others to come)
Rating: PG to R
Disclaimer: Not mine, borrowing. With profound apologies.
Warnings/Timeline/Spoilers: Crack. And probably spoilers all over the place for Good Omens, Band of Brothers, Generation Kill and Doctor Who (also Torchwood might sneak in)
A/N: Title is m_buggie's, credit for the creation of the AU is hers as well. Ella is a joint creation *grins* This is the next part of Everyday Magic, but the Good Omens boys took it and ran with it.
Destiny, god, fate. Whatever humans might wish to term it, it's there and yes it does in fact play dice with you. In a weighted dice, the other plays have blindfolds kind of way but it does at least give humanity a shot.
Though if you'd seen the baby girl who was the current subject of this particular play of destiny you might not have thought so. Kids like this are there, carefully sandwiched in the back pages of newspapers, academic reports and social worker files that get mixed up with the receipts, photocopy paper and other such miscallenea of humanity. It wasn't entirely if her parents hadn't cared or at least tried to care. Of course oftentimes, trying isn't enough.
Crowley hated that part of the Ineffable Lark. Because somehow the whole bloody thing never got any easier. You'd see an infant in a say, a stable in the middle of the desert because the parents had never been given the chance in life to afford any better and then you see a pathetic little bundle in the street. The only thing that seemed to have changed is that these days people wrote serious papers about it, then went back to spending money on things that involved blowing up other people.
He'd had an argument with Aziraphale about that. A real one. Because for G...someones sake, he'd pointed out, free will is all very well but it's a baby. And it's cold out there, you know. Really cold. For once, the angel had just patted his shoulder soothingly and poured more tea - because sometimes, even angels can't answer questions like this.
She was in a rubbish skip, wrapped in something red that might pass for a blanket if you didn't look too hard, a slightly pathetic little note pinned to it. Theoretically, statistically, genetically it was pretty much dead set even that she had no chance. Except that well, Crowley figured it was his turn to fill in for Aziraphale anyway and besides, the baby was Looking At Him. And it was cold out there and didn't humans make enough misery for themselves anyway.
"Good luck kid." Crowley remarked to the tiny bundle and then did something with his sunglasses. There wasn't a flash of light or anything so spectacular but you got the feeling that there should be, when it all came down to it. Because something shifted in the space of the universe. Crowley walked away humming a Queen song in G minor.
Several miles away, a very surprised nurse had to adjust to the fact that her mind had just realised that there was another baby in the maternity ward, had been all this time and carefully wrapped in a red blanket. She gave the baby a bottle, which the baby girl in question cautiously accepted with all the solemn fascination you might expect from a newborn that's still adjusting to the idea that someone might want it. And in another office a surprised adoption counsellor was picking up the phone to tell the Nixon and Winters household that their daughter had arrived.
Author: melliyna
Fandom: Big Damn AU of Doom Verse
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale (hints), Colbert/Fick, Nixon/Winters, Liebgott/Webster (and Ten/Jack, Speirs/Lipton and many others to come)
Rating: PG to R
Disclaimer: Not mine, borrowing. With profound apologies.
Warnings/Timeline/Spoilers: Crack. And probably spoilers all over the place for Good Omens, Band of Brothers, Generation Kill and Doctor Who (also Torchwood might sneak in)
A/N: Title is m_buggie's, credit for the creation of the AU is hers as well. Ella is a joint creation *grins* This is the next part of Everyday Magic, but the Good Omens boys took it and ran with it.
Destiny, god, fate. Whatever humans might wish to term it, it's there and yes it does in fact play dice with you. In a weighted dice, the other plays have blindfolds kind of way but it does at least give humanity a shot.
Though if you'd seen the baby girl who was the current subject of this particular play of destiny you might not have thought so. Kids like this are there, carefully sandwiched in the back pages of newspapers, academic reports and social worker files that get mixed up with the receipts, photocopy paper and other such miscallenea of humanity. It wasn't entirely if her parents hadn't cared or at least tried to care. Of course oftentimes, trying isn't enough.
Crowley hated that part of the Ineffable Lark. Because somehow the whole bloody thing never got any easier. You'd see an infant in a say, a stable in the middle of the desert because the parents had never been given the chance in life to afford any better and then you see a pathetic little bundle in the street. The only thing that seemed to have changed is that these days people wrote serious papers about it, then went back to spending money on things that involved blowing up other people.
He'd had an argument with Aziraphale about that. A real one. Because for G...someones sake, he'd pointed out, free will is all very well but it's a baby. And it's cold out there, you know. Really cold. For once, the angel had just patted his shoulder soothingly and poured more tea - because sometimes, even angels can't answer questions like this.
She was in a rubbish skip, wrapped in something red that might pass for a blanket if you didn't look too hard, a slightly pathetic little note pinned to it. Theoretically, statistically, genetically it was pretty much dead set even that she had no chance. Except that well, Crowley figured it was his turn to fill in for Aziraphale anyway and besides, the baby was Looking At Him. And it was cold out there and didn't humans make enough misery for themselves anyway.
"Good luck kid." Crowley remarked to the tiny bundle and then did something with his sunglasses. There wasn't a flash of light or anything so spectacular but you got the feeling that there should be, when it all came down to it. Because something shifted in the space of the universe. Crowley walked away humming a Queen song in G minor.
Several miles away, a very surprised nurse had to adjust to the fact that her mind had just realised that there was another baby in the maternity ward, had been all this time and carefully wrapped in a red blanket. She gave the baby a bottle, which the baby girl in question cautiously accepted with all the solemn fascination you might expect from a newborn that's still adjusting to the idea that someone might want it. And in another office a surprised adoption counsellor was picking up the phone to tell the Nixon and Winters household that their daughter had arrived.