[identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] neutral_omens
Date: April 15th, 2001
Status: Private (Crowley and Gabriel)
Setting: Hospital
Summary: The serpent and the messenger discuss the girlfriend


The morning after his revel with Kit, Crowley lay in bed a long while just thinking and petting Chicago while she made doughnuts on the sheet over his bare stomach. He felt like the spider in the center of a complex web with John, Kit, Gabriel, Aziraphale, Adam, Belial, Ellie, Beelzebub, and Lucifer all at the edges. His job was to sense the vibrations of the others and pull on the strings to either entrap or free them from the sticky silk. Arrogant, of course, but he'd never pretended to be otherwise. Pride had its uses.

Reviewing the situation, the demon turned his attention to one particular fly - the one of whom he was least sure: Gabriel. In between moments of bitter fighting they'd turn up moments of effortless grace and he still didn't know quite where they stood in regards to one another. Reluctant allies, perhaps. Impotent enemies.

The day before had been an interesting one as Kit's strand suddenly and unexpectedly cut across Gabriel's. It was a mutation, unplanned for, and Crowley watched the patterns shift across his closed eyelids as he worked two, five, thirty moves out like a master chess player. As he traced the possibilities, one thing became clear; he needed to talk to the archangel.

Shifting Chicago, Crowley rose, dressed, and headed for the hospital hoping that Gabriel was alone and unoccupied.

Date: 2007-10-28 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
Unoccupied was something Gabriel strove not to be, and he was at the moment perusing a report from the authority Dobiel; however, he was alone when he sensed Crowley entering the hospital. He straightened in his seat, and looked up just in time to see the demon saunter in.

"Crowley," he said, quite neutrally, and waited for the demon to make the first move. The other being didn't look injured, after all, and the archangel wasn't sure where the contrived struggle of their last meeting (http://community.livejournal.com/outside_omens/18041.html) had left them.

Date: 2007-10-30 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
"Well enough," Gabriel replied dryly, "and how kind of you to come all the way down here to inquire." Clearly that wasn't what the demon wanted to discuss; but there were few things he could fathom Crowley needing to say to him, and most of the possibilities that the angel could think up seemed hardly promising.

Date: 2007-10-31 07:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
"Not that I recall," Gabriel replied carefully. If he'd cared to make the effort, the angel likely could have had all the relevant details in an instant; but instead he waited, to see just what it was that Crowley was getting at.

Date: 2007-11-02 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
Gabriel frowned slightly. "You were there," he said. "You know as much about it as I do." He didn't feel the need to remind the demon of the circumstances under which he'd been rather unexpectedly ambushed by the mortal: for one thing, he was sure Crowley remembered well enough, and for another, he'd no wish to relive the argument they'd been having at the time.

Date: 2007-11-03 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
Interesting. He'd assumed the woman was a friend of Constantine's - or something more, if her violent reaction was any indication. Yet she knew nothing about where she was or who she was interacting with? He couldn't even imagine the kind of lies Constantine would have had to tell to cover some of the things that went on in the manor. Or perhaps Crowley had had a hand in it as well, making it easier to stick to some cover story - and likely complicating matters further.

"Who is she?" he asked, head tilted. He knew of no reason to wish ill of the woman, but was curious now why Crowley should confront him just to ensure her well-being.

Date: 2007-11-05 07:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
"All right," Gabriel said slowly. "So next time I see her you want me to... what? Tuck in the wings, give a friendly wave, and point her towards the nearest Catholic church?"

Date: 2007-11-08 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
Despite what the mortal and demon might have thought, Gabriel's feelings toward Constantine had been much more of an exception than the rule over the past six thousand years. (Really, aside from the few famous tales they told of him, it was rare that Gabriel should be sent to interact with humans much at all.) To tell the truth, he hadn't been anticipating much further interaction with the woman anyway, and had hardly been hiding away in the hospital plotting his revenge.

He found it somewhat morbidly fascinating, though, that Crowley's first thoughts should be to defend her. "You can't protect them forever, Crowley," he commented quietly; though he wouldn't be surprised should the demon take it as a threat, it was meant as something more of a warning. "Neither of them."

Date: 2007-11-14 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
Gabriel blinked.

He could not, of course, say that he'd never had an inkling of Crowley and Constantine's friendship. He'd seen them together in this place more often than not, usually sharing a drink and a laugh. And he himself had been quite adamant about the fact that they were perfect for each other: One bastard deserves another.

But this sort of loyalty... it seemed foolish to admit, even to himself, that he'd never pondered that there was something real to their relationship, something more than the superficial sniping they shared. Of course there were true emotions there, of course they protected each other... and yet the thoughts clashed awfully with the ideas he had about each of them, and somehow, it still seemed unfathomable.

Besides, for a demon to admit he cared so about mortals...

"Crowley," he began; but what was there to say? From his own demeanor, Crowley knew the dangers this situation could put him in. And from the state he'd been in when Gabriel had found him in the hospital...

He was well aware of the consequences, as well.

"It's nothing personal," the angel agreed quietly after a time. "I don't have any plans for - for exacting revenge, or whatever you thought..."

Date: 2007-11-18 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com
The angel nodded, though he stayed well away from the contrition comment; he realized no good could come from talking of redemption with a demon, even Crowley. Particularly Crowley.

"She's hardly the first to do so," he remarked with a dry smile, "and I doubt she'll be the last."

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