#metadron

The Metadron points at Aziraphale: 'blow that trumpet, Aziraphale, you were always meant to start the Second Coming! This is your destiny!'

Aziraphale, looking at the trumpet in the Metadron's hands. The looking up, slightly shaking his head. 'NO, I won't. I have no intention to sacrifice humanity to your stupid power games.'

The Metadron, with a slight smile: 'How predictable. Then ... what about this?'

The 'ding' of the arriving elevator catches Aziraphale's attention. The doors open, and Michael and Sandalphon dragging Crowley into heaven, pushing him down to the floor. Both of them carry bottles of Holy Water.

Aziraphale wants to run to Crowley, but Crowley just slightly shakes head. Aziraphale stopps mid-motion, looking back at the Metadron. 'Set hin free, spit spot!'

The Metadron's grin is widening, growing evil. 'we know about your little trick. It won't work a second time. Blow the trumpet, or your friend, the demon Crowley, will end to exist.'

Aziraphale's fingers wander to his face, pressing them against his lips. He knows, if he wants to save humanity, he will never feel the touch of Crowley's skin to his again. No more endless conversations. No more basking in the glowing warmth of each others love. If he refuses to blow the trumpet, there will be nothing but painfull void. An empty space in his immortal soul, which never was meant to be empty but filled with love. The only thing worth living for.

Or...

Dying.

Crowley shakes his head, so his sunglasses fall off. He looks up, locking eyes with Aziraphale. 'I trust you', he simply says, his expression shifting from confident to sad to relieved. 'Always have.'

Aziraphale's eyes fill with tears, he wants to run to Crowley, but Crowley still shakes his head. 'I trust you', he repeats, and Aziraphale exhales.

'I love you.'

And without further thought he jumps to the Metadron, grabs the trumpet and breaks it in two.

The same momenent he hears the sound of splashing water. His eyes jump back to Crowley, surrounded by white flames. There is still this expression in his eyes, warm and full of love and trust.

Aziraphale breaks down, in his ears a ringing sound and his vision going black. He doesn't hear the Metadron yelling at him, throwing the worst curses ever known at him.

Then the sound goes mute. Aziraphale lifts his head, seeing everything around him has come to an halt.

Then...

...there it is.

The glowing warmth of the soul he loves so much.

'You told me to trust you'...he whispers.

And you have, Crowley replies.

'But ... how?'

Demon, possessing is our thing, you know? I'm glad I didn't make you explode.

Aziraphale presses his fingers to his lips again. 'Crowley, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.'

Nah, don't bother, Crowley's voice shifts through his mind, but his tone is warm and happy. I'm not the one to forgive you. Forgiveness is your thing.

'You can stay as long as you want', Aziraphale whispers.

Not the first time we shared a home.

'You are my home.'

And you are mine. Always have been.

'Crowley, is it over? Did we safe humanity?'

We won't know until I start time again. Ready?

Aziraphale gets up, moving his hands over his coat to remove the wrinkles, then tightens his bowtie. 'Alright, it's time to lick some serious butt.'

It's kick, Aziraphale, remember?

Aziraphale nods, with a slight smile. 'I know, I just wanted to share this memory of the two of us heading into the lions den. Our group of two.'

Occult husbands?

Aziraphale giggles. 'I'm not occult. But ethereal sounds wrong either now. What about ... ineffable husbands?'

I like this. So, are you ready? We still don't know what is happening, now that you destroyed the key to Second Coming.

'Ready. Kick butt.'

The sound plopps back into space and Aziraphale looks around. Metadron is still yelling at him.

But ... who is this? The young woman standing next to them, no angel he has ever seen?

The young woman lifts her hand and the Metadron drops silent.

'You twisted my words, and for what?'

'Almighty, I always had no other intent than bringing you endless glory', the Metadron stumbles.

'What was so hard to understand about 'be nice to each other?'' She turns to Aziraphale, smiling across her face. 'The two of you were the only ones who understood, who followed my ineffable plan no matter what.' She snips with her finger, and Crowley appears next to Aziraphale. 'Which life do you want to live? Angel or demon?'

'I am who I am.'

GOD nods, 'then you may continue being yourself. Asking questions, being kind. And...'

She is interrupted by Arziraphale grabbing Crowley's shoulders and pulling him into a tight embrace.

God smiles, turning to the Metadron and the other angels: 'See? Was that really so hard to understand? That the ineffable plan was always about loving each other?'

'But the Second Coming ... our victory ...'

GOD waves with her hands. 'It never has been about winning something. Loving each other and embracing who you are, that is truly ineffable.'

She looks back at Aziraphale and Crowley, who are still hugging as tight as only a snake can hug somebody, and says with a bright smile: 'Now kiss already!'

And they do.

One kiss.

Another.

And many, many more.