Time Lord VS Crowley

Trapped

"Where could they have come from?" A woman's voice echoed through Crowley's ears, sounding like a blur of colours in the night sky.

"I have no clue. Maybe a temporal shift? Wormhole?" Crowley could feel the continuous pulsing of heat on his cheek.

"But how come he looks like you?" the woman observed the lines on Crowley's face and immediately shifted her attention to his hair.

"Hey, at least you're finally ginger," the woman chuckled and nudged the man beside her.

"This isn't me Rose. At least I don't think so. There's something about him that's making my skin crawl, I just can't put my finger on it," the man leaned in closer, inspecting him from the tips of his toes up to the tallest hair on his head.

Crowley's eyes slowly began to open as weights pulled on the ends of them, begging him to keep them shut.

"Woah. His eyes look very... Feline." Crowley could hear the fascination in the tone of the person the man called Rose.

"What the hell?...?" Crowley grumbled sleepily as he pushed off of the ground into a side-sitting position.

"And he's awake! Hello!" The strange man placed a hand on Crowley's shoulder for support with a wide smile spread across his face.

"Where am I? Who are you people?!" Crowley backed off slightly and attempted to stand up but struggled immensely.

"No, he's definitely not Alien but he's not human either... Why you? Why of all beings were you locked onto my Tardis," The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the man as a strange whining noise escaped from the metal interior.

"Maybe it's the resemblance? You two could be connected or something?" Rose suggested as she comfortably hooked her hand through the doctor's arm.

"Maybe. But my gut is telling me otherwise. Could there be some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon Shell? Or, it could be something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix!" The Doctor gritted his teeth together and spoke with such certainty as he continued with two hands grasped on the handle of his sonic.

The blue light which emitted from the tip of the metallic cylinder flashed abruptly like a photographic camera.

"Can you stop bleeping me!" Crowley wailed as he smacked the sonic screwdriver out of the doctor's hand.

"Right, sorry," The Doctor apologised as he regained his stance, attempting to stay above this situation.

Crowley glanced at the Doctor with a bewildered expression as he inspected his features.

The Doctor could see the spark of recognition immediately in Crowley's golden serpent eyes, but he noticed that Crowley chose to ignore it.

"Now tell me who YOU are and what I'm doing here, or I will conjure up what Kungfu I learned in the 17th century and kick your ass!Got it," Crowley stood with a strong defence stature, his two hands balled into tight fists in front of his face.

"Look, there's no need for violence. This is just a really unfortunate misunderstanding. Right Doctor," Rose reassured him as she nudged the doctor's side gently.

"Exactly. Look, why don't we exchange names and get a bit more familiar with each other, ha. I'm The Doctor and this is Rose," The Doctor gestured happily to himself and the woman beside him.

"Crowley," Crowley spoke unsurely but held his hand out confidently for them to shake.

"Wait, as in the demon Crowley?" Rose stepped forward curiously.

"In the flesh," Crowley replied with his hands spread out to his sides in a sing-songy embrace.

Suddenly, the ship stirred and rocked as alarms blared through the speakers above them.

Red lights flickered in every corner like sirens as 3 green balls glided simultaneously up and down a wide crystal-clear cylinder above the console.

The Doctor and Rose were both startled by the sudden burst of noise compared to the solemn environment they previously occupied.

Crowley heard a loud and desperate wheezing noise surround him followed by a rough PLONK.

The Tardis automatically began to settle down and the room grew quiet once more.

"I would ask, but it looks like a high-tech kitchen and my area of expertise is stronger in the retro aspects of life," Crowley spoke with enlightenment through being proud of his achievements and hobbies.

"Wherever you and your friend came from, you are completely safe in here, you have no need to worry..." Rose reassured him as she held out a hand but was declined without hesitation.

"Wait! Oh shit, Aziraphale! Where is he?! I swear, if you've probed him, or whatever you alien's do...!" Crowley yelped as he began to pace frantically around the Tardis in a desperate search for his friend.

"Why would we probe him?" Rose whispered under her breath.

"I need to get outta here."

Thank you so much everyone for reading!

I really enjoyed making this as i can't find any other fan fics who have had relatively the same idea yet but i guess it's still super early since Good Omens only came out on the 31st of May.

Anyway, if you enjoyed this chapter PLZ give it a big ol VOTE and COMMENT. Ill see you guys in the next chapter :) <3