Ineffable ~ Good Omens One Shots

Turn My World Upside Down

A/N: This one made me cry while I was writing it because MCD really gets me. Only made it 340 words in before I broke down. Comment where you started crying or if you're cold and emotionless and made it to the end without crying. Also if you want the full experience turn on any of sadder songs by SayWeCanFly.

Crowley carried Aziraphale's dead body to the small field they used to be alone together at. An angel and a demon spent six thousand years together, only for it to be ended by fire and flame. Aziraphale's body was scorched by burns. Every drop of life had left his eyes days ago.

There was nothing Crowley could do for his angel. He didn't mean to kill him. He was trying to protect him. Nobody could ever want to save an angel as much as Crowley did in that moment. There was something about the way Aziraphale screamed when he went down in flames that continued to resonate in Crowley's mind. He was broken, and it was obvious.

"I'm sorry Aziraphale. You were my best friend," Crowley whispered as he placed his angel in the hole in the ground. It was ironically underneath an apple tree. They'd meet at an apple tree, and leave each other at an apple tree.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I loved you, angel."

Crowley grabbed a shovel and struck it into the mound of dirt. He then began to fill the hole Aziraphale was in.

"I just wanted to save you from the angels. I thought I could keep you safe. It would be just you and me forever with no one to bother us."

Tears of blood began to roll down Crowley's cheeks. More dirt was shoveled onto Aziraphale.

"I wanted to have you forever. You shouldn't have come running for me. You'd be alive if you didn't love me as much. You knew I was trying to hold them off so you can run. You ran right into the flame."

Crowley stopped shoveling dirt on top of Aziraphale. He broke down crying, "Please Aziraphale, tell me one more story! Let's go to the Ritz one more time! Angel please shout at me about my driving one more time! Anything! I need you!"

Crowley's wings spread open. He shouted, "I didn't mean to kill you! It's my fault! I was scared! Okay? I was scared I was going to lose you! I didn't want them to take you away from me!"

Black feathers began to fall to the ground. He reached down into Aziraphale's grave and shouted, "Please! Angel, please! I'm not ready to let go!"

He would have done anything to bring his angel back. Some part of him wanted Aziraphale's burned hand to reach up and grab his.

"Aziraphale I can't! I- I love you!"

He caressed Aziraphale's cheek as ivy began to grow around the grave.

"I can't let go!"

Crowley grabbed the shovel again and started to bury Aziraphale again.

"I'll kill all of the ones who made you run into the flame. They'll get as painful of a death as you did. I'm sorry."

Once Crowley finished, he picked a small branch off apple tree above.

"You always loved the smell of apples, didn't you? Was that because they reminded you of me?"

He placed the branch on Aziraphale's grave.

"You liked pears too. I suppose if you could say anything you'd call this situation pear shaped."

Crowley laid down on the bed of ivy beside Aziraphale's grave.

"And you'd say you'd love me and tell me to stop crying. I'm not going to stop crying. Once I leave I'm going to go get drunk, knowing that nothing will ever make me feel numb. The way your face looked when you knew things were over will always be burned into my mind."

Saplings started to appear throughout the field, along with bushes and different rows of growing vegetables.

"So, as my sorry gift I leave you here with a garden. Nothing as magnificent as Eden, but you know plants have always been my thing. They'll be good for you. Only the best fruits yield for you, my love. Thank you for making me the person I am."

Crowley got up and left the garden. He got in the Bentley and put on a new pair of sunglasses. He was then reminded of the tin of cookies he had for Aziraphale to munch on. He grabbed them and ran back into the garden. He placed them on Aziraphale's grave and sighed, "I almost forgot to give you these. They're your favorite."

He then left the garden. Got drunk like he said he would, and then drove to Aziraphale's bookshop. The place smelled like his angel. Everything was left in place. He didn't want to disturb anything, so he just sat down on the couch and waited for an angel who would never come back.

That was the day Crowley's world turned upside down.