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vocab_drabblesTitle: No Happy Endings
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Crowley
Words: 332
Summary: After losing everything, Crowley drives.
Notes: Spoilers. Takes place directly after the end of S2. Angst.
Crowley drives three days straight without stopping. The scenery whizzes by, but he barely notices. He's heard the human expression about your life flashing before your eyes, but he isn't dying. It just feels like it. Or what he imagines it would feel like, in any case. Six thousand years of companionship, and he's powerless to stop every second of it from playing out in his memory. Aimless, homeless, he doesn't know what else to do, so he drives.
He thinks about irony. Those two insufferable wankers escaping to the place that should have been theirs. Okay, so he was the one who brought up Alpha Centauri, as a dig to Aziraphale, a reminder of old wounds. That's what he gets for being petty.
What did those two ever do to deserve a happy ending? Crowley is far from a paragon of virtue, but what does that matter? He's been dealing with heaven, hell, and earth long enough to know that the good guys only win consistently in the movies, and the bad guys often get all the spoils. Even if he's not sure there are any good guys in this story.
For one glorious moment, he'd felt elation, watching an archangel and a duke being allowed to go away together without punishment. The fragile hope that maybe he and Aziraphale could have that too quickly died because it was all falling apart only a few minutes later, and Aziraphale was leaving him. Even after he bared his soul and laid all his cards on the table. It wasn't enough. He wasn't enough.
He supposes he should have known it would end like this.
When he hits the next town, Crowley decides it's well past time to find a nice pub and massive amounts of alcohol, and follows directions given by a passerby; left at the traffic signal, two doors down. He pulls up in front and stares at the sign overhead in disbelief.
HAPPY ENDINGS PUB
He laughs until he cries.
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Crowley
Words: 332
Summary: After losing everything, Crowley drives.
Notes: Spoilers. Takes place directly after the end of S2. Angst.
Crowley drives three days straight without stopping. The scenery whizzes by, but he barely notices. He's heard the human expression about your life flashing before your eyes, but he isn't dying. It just feels like it. Or what he imagines it would feel like, in any case. Six thousand years of companionship, and he's powerless to stop every second of it from playing out in his memory. Aimless, homeless, he doesn't know what else to do, so he drives.
He thinks about irony. Those two insufferable wankers escaping to the place that should have been theirs. Okay, so he was the one who brought up Alpha Centauri, as a dig to Aziraphale, a reminder of old wounds. That's what he gets for being petty.
What did those two ever do to deserve a happy ending? Crowley is far from a paragon of virtue, but what does that matter? He's been dealing with heaven, hell, and earth long enough to know that the good guys only win consistently in the movies, and the bad guys often get all the spoils. Even if he's not sure there are any good guys in this story.
For one glorious moment, he'd felt elation, watching an archangel and a duke being allowed to go away together without punishment. The fragile hope that maybe he and Aziraphale could have that too quickly died because it was all falling apart only a few minutes later, and Aziraphale was leaving him. Even after he bared his soul and laid all his cards on the table. It wasn't enough. He wasn't enough.
He supposes he should have known it would end like this.
When he hits the next town, Crowley decides it's well past time to find a nice pub and massive amounts of alcohol, and follows directions given by a passerby; left at the traffic signal, two doors down. He pulls up in front and stares at the sign overhead in disbelief.
HAPPY ENDINGS PUB
He laughs until he cries.
