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Date: December 14, 1999
Status: Public?
Setting: Somewhere in the Manor
Summary: Michael runs into Crowley.

Michael was definitely not happy.

In fact, he was anything but happy. He'd spent the entire previous day (and much of the one before that) closed up in his room, using all his willpower on not either breaking down or starting to destroy the Manor. (Not that Adam'd really let him, of course.) Now, however, he had finally got enough of seeing just the same room all the time, and had decided to go out for a while, if only to let out some steam.

He sincerely hoped he wouldn't run into Raphael on his little stroll. He wasn't sure whether he could handle seeing him yet. Probably not.

That thought made him subconsciously raise his hand. He managed to stop it just before it reached his hair. He really should get rid of that habit. Really, he should. It made him entirely too easy to read.

Of course, it was nothing new that his thoughts were directed towards Raphael. The red-haired archangel was pretty much the only thing he had been thinking about ever since their conversation -- or, at least near to the end of it, their fight. Well, he had occasionally thought about Crowley, too -- and about how much he would have liked to strangle the vile demon. Only the knowledge that Adam would be very displeased had kept him from going to look for the demon and beat the existing daylights out of him. However, if he accidentally did run into Crowley, he wasn't sure whether he could hold himself back.

Of course, as his luck would have it, he then walked around a corner. And ran right into Crowley. Literally.

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Wandering down a corridor, Crowley was lost in thought and not paying much attention to where he was going. Mostly he was thinking of Aziraphale. It had been over a month since they had discovered their mutual attraction and so far they'd done nothing more than kiss at every conceivable opportunity. They both wanted more, but Crowley was still too afraid of the consequences and the act itself, to allow it, though he could hardly even admit that to himself. Wondering about their future, he turned a corner and ran into Michael.

As their last encounter hadn't gone well, what with the insults and the flaming sword and all, Crowley was hardly excited to see the archangel. Especially with that terrible expression on his face. Whatever was going to happen now was probably going to be very painful.

Oh shit, he thought.

But what he said was, "Michael."

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Though his eyes were flashing in victory, Crowley was actually deeply relieved.

Finally...

He straightened his stance and let his claws and fangs recede to show that he didn't intend any further fighting.

"I am going to go talk to Gabriel. I suspect he got the orders from someone else, and I intend to find out who. I'll trace this thing back as far as it goes."

There was an awkward pause while he tried to figure out what else to say.

Oh, screw it.

"Look, Michael. About Raphael... I didn't know he'd take it so badly. I was just trying to take the mickey out of him a little." He looked at the unhappy archangel. "So... Right then." It was as much apology as he was going to offer.