Ineffable ~ Good Omens One Shots

Fever Dreams [angst w/h/e] -Ineffable Husbands-

A/N: I'm running a fever. May have the flu.

"No! Please!" Crowley shouted as he started to fall. The clouds were slipping out from underneath his feet. He was falling.

He tumbled downwards. The last words that left his lips was, "Help me Aziraphale!"

Then it hit him. The goodness was knocked out of his chest. His halo shattered. His wings started to turn to ash. The pain was intolerable. He passed out.

When he woke up next he was in a pool of hot, boiling sulfur. It smelt like rotten eggs.

"Help... Me."

His eyes fluttered open. In front of him stood a big dog, with drool covering his long face and piercing red eyes. His mouth drew back and he let out an ear piercing growl before biting Crowley's side and pulling him out of the sulfur.

"No! No! Let me down!"

He was then dropped on the floor like a chew toy. Bite marks spilled blood. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"No, I don't want to be hurt... No. I- I can't anymore. No."

He looked up to the sky, realizing that everything was dark. There wasn't any stars.

Stars always comforted him. After his fall he couldn't remember why.

One angel knew why though. That angel was Aziraphale. The two of them used to sway with each other as they went through the stars. Happy times.

He didn't know what Crowley was going through. Yes, he knew something was wrong, and he wanted to help but there was nothing he could do but wait. That was something he was good at. Worrying and waiting. He'd do it for over a week.

Crowley was still stuck in Hell. His feathers were beginning to grow black. They were now a solid black.

"I'll never be beautiful again."

His hair was growing faster. It was now down to his lower back, almost enough to touch his rear end. By the next day it would be that long. To keep it from becoming a pain to deal with, he braided it.

For most of the time he wore it in a long braid.

That was until Eden.

"Get up there and make some trouble."

He cut his hair and left the pits of Hell for the first time since his fall. There waited an angel, Aziraphale.

Aziraphale didn't remember Crowley. Crowley didn't remember Aziraphale, but he didn't completely forget the way he felt around him.

The two instantly had a connection. It was obvious.

For centuries they would see each other occasionally.

At least until this century. The week that Crowley had missed.

Long naps were typical for the demon.

This was different though. He was smack in the middle of a fever dream. His fall went nothing like that, but all his fears from before his fall were recognized.

Crowley was severely sickened. That's what happens when a demon is raised. They're stuck in a deep comatose, only to awaken after the nightmare.

It took two weeks for Crowley to wake up again. All of his memories were gone, but he was an angel now.

"Crowley?"

"Where am I? Who are you?"

Aziraphale was left to be the only one to remember, all over again.