Title: M25
Author: Quakerlass
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Good Omens belongs to the geniuses known as Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.
Summary: Crowley is responsible for the M25 and is very pleased with himself about it.***
"Come on Angel I'm taking you to The Ritz" called Crowley bounding into the book shop.
"really my dear I don't see you for 6 months then you burst in here" Aziraphale stopped as he finally looked up and saw Crowley "what have you been doing?" he exclaimed, Crowley's normally immaculate suit was covered in mud,
"I take it your latest project this M25 thing is going well" he continued with a note of displeasure in his voice
"Oh come on angel can't you be pleased for me, I've been up all night moving marker posts. Once that road's finished it will be beaut... I mean horrible. And after all you are getting right to roam, think of all those mass protests I let you have"
"Hmm I suppose so. And I can't really see what harm moving a bit of road will do anyway. Still you can't go to The Ritz looking like that even you won't get in, you'll have to get changed"
"At once" exclaimed Crowley vanishing his muddy suit. Aziraphale tried to give him a disapproving look as Crowley stood there in just his underwear and (handmade Italian leather) shoes but couldn't stop the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hide a smile. He managed a "really dear" and grinning Crowley materialised another perfect suit.
Some months later they were sitting watching TV in Crowley's flat when the headlines came on about 30 mile long tailbacks on the M25 and Crowley couldn't (and didn't really try) to hide his pride
"This angel is going to rival Manchester"
"Nothing good will come of it you wait and see"
"That's the idea Az, that's the idea, now" Crowley lowered his glasses and looked at the frowning angel "why don't we go to bed"
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