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Date: January 23, 2000
Setting: The manor's greenhouse
Status: Semi-Private: Crowley, Mike and Raph
Summary: Crowley runs into the couple

After their usual shower, Raphael wanted a change of scenery - they both spent quite a bit of time in one room or another. It would be cold outside though.

"Let's go to the greenhouse," Raph said with a smile, not even bothering to ask Michael if he wanted to. If he was there, then Michael wanted to be there as well.

Leading him by the hand Raphael walked to the greenhouse with the larger angel in his wake.

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Michael glared at Crowley, still hugging Raphael close, his shirt soaked from the other angel's tears only serving to make him more furious. "You heard him, demon," he growled, resisting the urge to simply attack. His sword longed to cut demonic flesh, the dance of the flames like a call to battle, but he couldn't do like his every instinct was telling him to. For one thing, Adam would definitely not like it; for another, a battle, even against a lower demon, would put Raphael at an unnecessary risk.

"Unless you can behave yourself, leave my sight and fast. I will not tolerate you upsetting Raphael any further." He would have demanded the demon to apologize, but figured that the vile creature probably wasn't even capable of such an action.

"I'm not leaving," scoffed Crowley, refusing to back down, which would indicate fear. "I was here first. And don't you dare condescend to me. Neither of you has ever had any say as to how I behave."

He was beginning to think that his behaviour was better than most angels, but he'd have to contemplate the consequences of that later. For now, his attention was focused on not getting discorporated by a smite happy idiot and a manipulative, scheming little prick.

"Oh, really?" Raphael asked, sniffed yet still taunting. "You think you can oppose Michael? I should dearly like to see that. You're not so much, not now when it's a warrior you're threatening and not a small defenseless healer.

So unless you want to lose a few limbs or would like to be discorporated - why don't you bugger off? There's a good demon," Raphael sneered back at him, throwing the condescending words he'd so hated back in the demon's face and deriving satisfaction from the fact that Michael was beside him to back his words up.

"We aren't leaving. And if you don't act a little more respectful and give Michael the politeness he is due, I'll bless every drop of water that comes from that hose you're holding."

"I can oppose Michael," snapped Crowley in frustration. "I have opposed Michael. Three times already and it's getting really old. Get this through your thick holy heads. You. Can't. Hurt. Me. At. The. Manor. And if I really had tried to hurt you, Adam would have stopped me the same way he will stop you if you don't back the hell off."

He was faintly embarrassed at hiding behind a teenager, but outnumbered and outpowered, his options were limited. Crowley looked nervously at the hose in his hand, but held onto it thinking he could drop it before Raphael could finish blessing it. At the moment it was all he had.

"No one gets my respect without earning it. If you're polite to me, I'll be polite right back, but look at who's holding the damn sword here."

"You have gotten lucky three times," Raphael retorted. "And I would not be so confident if I were you. You attempted to manhandle me; and he had not intervened by the time I fled. How far do you think one has to go before he steps in? Perhaps he judges 'hurt' by a different definition.

Or perhaps, being the anti-Christ and all, he would worry about you more than I. But if that is the case then I do not fear; Michael defeated his father by going all out - if need be, he could surely defeat the son. And I should fight as strongly."

His eyes flashed with anger and he took a step towards the demon, still holding on to Michael.

"You don't respect anybody. You're an insufferable know-it-all who thinks he's a big deal until he's outmatched and must resort to lies and deception. Propriety doesn't work with creatures like you; you're flippant and snide and I wouldn't trust you for a moment without a sword to guard against your deceits and wiles."

Michael lowered his sword a bit as Crowley didn't seem to be getting outwardly aggressive. Hwoever, he wasn't about to put it away yet. Who knew what the demon was plotting.

"I can't hurt you at the Manor, eh?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Might I remind you what happened the last time you confronted me? Maybe I can't discorporate you, but would you like to test just how far I can go before Adam decides to interfere?"

Crowley rolled his eyes behind his glasses. "I've had worse than a punch in the jaw. And to attack me just because I happen to be in the same room with you is hardly angelic. What is your problem anyway? You know I'm no threat to you and yet you keep menacing me with your little Freudian symbol there."

He swiveled to Raphael. "As for you, don't think that hiding behind your muscley friend is going to help. It's pathetic. You're supposedly a fucking archangel, not a kitten. How could someone as weak as you help anyone? And if you're not, why should He keep you around? You're useless."

In one swift moment, Crowley managed to simultaneously press every button Raphael had.

Raphael knew he couldn't fight; he didn't even like to, especially when humans were involved. But the fact that he couldn't help out or defend when every other angel seemed able to wield a sword with ease was a sore spot for him. He was already frustrated about being kept from helping in the manor when there was a problem and he felt like a failure to the humans. It was as if the demon knew each and every insecurity he had and mocked him for them.

He was livid.

"I AM NOT USELESS!" He screamed, as his rage released a flood of angelic aura throughout the room. "STOP SAYING THAT!"

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