Ineffable ~ Good Omens One Shots

Too Many Questions [Angst/Fluff w/h/e] -Ineffable Husbands-

A/N: An angsty short because I'm sad and I don't have a proper way to vent.

If you listened long enough around Heaven you'd hear something about the missing angel, Raphael. Everyone questioned his disappearance, mostly everyone didn't know what happened. The arch angels were very aware of what had happened.

Uriel was close to Raphael. The two of them built stars together. They laughed for hours. They were the best of friends.

Gabriel was also close to Raphael. Believe it or not when Raphael was around, Gabriel wasn't as big of a jerk.

Michael enjoyed doing Raphael's hair and laughing about how stupid Gabriel could be. They were close too.

In other words Raphael had friends. Key word, had. Things did get messy.

It started with Raphael asking the other arch angels what they thought of God. They tried to lead him in the right direction, but he just kept questioning things. He was the only angel who dared question the Great Plan. Raphael could have fell, there and then, done, but no.

He was on his final chance.

His friends had turned at him in that moment. It started with Michael who whispered to Uriel that they should go. Then came Gabriel who decided on his own to ignore Raphael. They didn't want to hang around someone who was going to fall.

They had told Raphael hundreds of times that he would fall if he kept asking questions. All of the conversations ended up going in circles. Raphael didn't understand what made him so difficult and different. It made him want to scream. Sometimes he did. He'd cry too.

He hated screaming and crying alone. He didn't understand why he had to be alone. The more thinking he did the worse his painful loneliness got.

He saw that his old friends had picked up a new angel friend. This led Raphael to conclude he was replaceable. He also saw how happy they were without him. This led Raphael to conclude that he wasn't enough and that he needed to do better.

He felt more unwanted as the days went on. He couldn't stand to be around the other arch angels. He feared getting hurt. It almost killed him to sit in the same room as them.

It was one day when they were all waiting for a meeting to commence, Raphael mumbled, "I know you never cared."

Gabriel leaned his head over and demanded, "Repeat that."

Raphael sighed, "I know you never cared. You never have, never will. I'm nothing to you. I'm so replaceable."

Uriel's gaze drifted up to Uriel. She said, "You have no right to act like this. We're not going to hang around with someone who asks too many questions. Plus, Raphael, you're different from the rest of us."

Raphael slammed his hand down on the table and asked, "Are you saying I'm going to fall?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes and said, "With the way you act of course you are."

Raphael's wings shot out in anger. He screamed, "It's not my fault! Tell me you don't question anything that happens around us! It can't all be devine!"

Uriel nodded and said, "It's all part of the plan, Raphael, and it's not your place to question it."

Raphael glared at Uriel and asked, "Than who's place is it?"

The other angels looked at each other. Gabriel responded, "Nobodies."

Raphael closed his eyes and asked, "Why?"

Immediately after he was falling. He was burning. His wings were becoming ash. His skin was melting. It was the most painful thing he had ever felt. Everything seemed endless. The next thing he knew he was lying on the ground, waiting for someone to help him.

Nobody did. He was a demon, and it was a help yourself world now. Not to say that he didn't find a place amongst other demons. After renaming himself Crawley, he was sent into what was essentially a wet basement. That's where he found some others like him. The kind that were more animalistic. They of course questioned Crawley at first since he didn't have an animal on his head, but he was cooler. He could turn into a snake.

This started to begin to feel like a place for Crawley. He had a demon squad. They didn't exactly like each other, but they were enough to support each other. At least in the beginning. Over time they started shunning Crawley away for no reason. His personality was just conflicting.

He was being sent up to Earth anyways. He had a job to do, and he did it well. The only issue was an angel. Crawley had not-so-vague conversations with that angel. Oh the angel was beautiful. Crawley knew that he shouldn't have began to make friends with the angel, but there was something different. This angel treated him with kindness and respect.

Crawley couldn't help but grow close to Aziraphale.

Over hundreds of years Crawley and Aziraphale had some kind of connection. They were attracted to each other like a magnet. They couldn't help but always find each other.

It was during one of those finds where Crawley began to go by Crowley. It was during another that Crowley returned the kindness Aziraphale had always shown him. It was somewhere around that time that Crowley realized what he felt for Aziraphale was love. It was somewhere around the not-apocalypse that he invited Aziraphale to stay at his place. While the book shop was back, Aziraphale did stay with Crowley. There were nights where Crowley would lay in bed, hurting, emotionally and physically. Wounds from the fall just don't heal.

The angel didn't mind rubbing Crowley's back. The angel didn't mind offering comforting words, even if Crowley did tend to go in circles with him. It was a night just like that when Crowley realized that he didn't have to be afraid to loose Aziraphale. He had lost the others, but he knew Aziraphale would always stay, because loved him, unconditionally. That's how it always should have been.