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[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

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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[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"Oh hey, hey," Ellie said quickly, "It's all right, babe, you're not going to fall...promise?...Well, crap." Nimbly avoiding Crowley's flailing limbs, she scooped him neatly out of the air, glad he wasn't one of those ridiculously tall types. They could be so awkward to haul around.

"Easy, easy...There, see? I've got you," she said crisply, supporting his weight easily. "No falling here. You are officially in a no-falling zone. Relax. We're going to find Aziraphale for you, okay?"

"Roman, maybe you'd better go on ahead after all," she said apologetically. "I think I can handle our boy here...but if you can find him, try not to frighten Aziraphale, please? And tell him I said he'll need to damp his aura down as far as possible."

[-moonylupin-.livejournal.com]

"Er. Right," Remus agreed, nodding. He cancelled the spell as soon as he was sure Ellie could hold him, and looked askance at her. Succubus. Ex-succubus. A freelance ex-succubus.

John hadn't warned him about this.

"I'll ask at the front counter for Aziraphale's room. Is there anywhere else I can find him if he's not there? The dining area, or some such place?" He made a note about the aura, although he certainly hadn't noticed an "aura" around anyone so far in the Manor. It seemed a bit farfetched. "You're sure you have him?"

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Feeling much more secure in the demoness' arms, Crowley started to calm down. Taking one or two deep breaths, he tried to summon his thoughts, but the words he wanted to say were lost in the fog. He did his best.

"Pretty Ellie. Elle est belle. No more falling. Need Az'phale an' John. They can stop scary Michael an' scarier Raphael. Can't hurt again."

His head lolled against her shoulder as he phased in and out of unconsciousness.

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie nodded to Roman. "We'll be fine. I'll get his room number and just take him on up. If Aziraphale's not in his room, check the third-floor library. He's blond, a bit plump, usually wears tweed and sometimes reading spectacles. And says 'dear' a lot. You can't miss him."

"That's right, sweetheart," she murmured as the werewolf headed off, cradling the other demon close as she walked slowly toward the Manor entrance. "Don't you worry. Whatever those two think they're trying to pull, it's going to stop."

How exactly that would come about she wasn't sure, but she knew of at least three other entities in the Manor who weren't likely to take this incident lying down. Adam had better be paying attention. She feared matters would come to a boil rather quickly once word got around.