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((OOC: A solution to the problem we've been having. This may be turned into a fanfiction, eventually, once it's beta-d and all that jazz. Any suggestions are welcome. Any comments IC are too. As usual, I claim no ownership of the characters used. They just like to posess me every now and then. It can be quite fun.))
They met in the park. It was a nice, sunny day. When Crowley approached their usual bench, he saw Aziraphale sitting there smiling, tossing bits of bread to the ducks. Quite angelic, he thought, and wondered about the whole reason for calling him here.
“Something funny, angel?” he asked. The angel looked up and his smile grew.
“Oh, nothing much. Just a little thought I’ve been having about something, really,” Aziraphale said calmly. Crowley quirked an eyebrow. The angel was trembling. With…excitement? What was wrong, he wondered, or rather, what was so right?
“Angel?” he asked sitting down.
Aziraphale began to laugh. It sounded positively wholesome and joyful. The demon smiled in spite of himself, glad to see his companion so utterly happy. Eventually he calmed down and looked at Crowley. His blue eyes brimmed with joy.
“Seriously, Aziraphale, what’s going on?” he asked. The angel chuckled.
“Nothing is wrong, my dear. Everything is right. Everything is going to be right for us, do you understand?” he said.
“What are you on about?” Crowley asked. Aziraphale grabbed his hand between his own two, clasping it gently. Crowley opened his mouth surprised, caught off guard.
“You’re tempting me to Fall, do you understand? And I’m tempting you to repent,” he said.
“What do you mean?” Crowley asked, frowning. Aziraphale smiled.
“Think about it.” He did. A grin began to form. The metaphorical penny had dropped.
“It’s how we can get away with it, right? That’s the explanation to our superiors. Me, as the cunning little git I am, tempting you. You’ve been spending too much time around humans and it’s caused you to stray a bit. I’ve almost got you. That pulling you down would be a real thorn in Their side at this present time, right?”
Aziraphale smiled. “Exactly. And as the good, shining beacon of light that I am, I’m trying to redeem you. Everybody knows you didn’t land with a Hard Thud like the rest of them so I can get them to see it that way.”
“Why, angel, I do believe you’ve spent far too much time around me these past centuries.”
“That’s the general idea, is it not?” Aziraphale asked with mock innocence.
Crowley grinned and his voice fell to a low whisper, squeezing his hand. “So…everything in your power?” Aziraphale blushed but kept on smiling. Crowley brushed back a flyaway strand of Aziraphale’s hair, brushing his hand down the side of the angel’s face.
“There’s only one tiny thing, angel,” he said. “What about the whole Ineffability?”
“Do you really think He would let us get this far without doing anything wrong? No, I think His plan, the great Ineffable plan, has something in store for us, my dear. I don’t know why or what but I don’t think anything ultimately bad will happen to us,” Aziraphale said.
“And why’s that?” Crowley murmured, leaning in closer.
“Because I think we’re a little too symbolic,” Aziraphale said. “Do you ever think about how convenient our whole Arrangement has been? How neat everything was for us to start it?”
“Sometimes…” Crowley whispered.
“Maybe we’re hope, Crowley. Maybe we’re here to show what could be. Maybe we’re the little part of Them that could have worked out. I mean, they’ve been enemies as long as we have. Maybe they have their own Arrangement.”
“Maybe,” Crowley said. And kissed him.