GO/Ironies-verse crossover

[icarus_chained]

Written for morganoconner , who requested it. Perhaps ill-advisedly. I'm sure I've done something horrible to it ...

Title:  Lizard-eyes and the Angel
Rating:  PG-13
Fandoms:  Good Omens, Supernatural, mia6363 's Ironies verse
Continuity:  Um. After chapter 4 of Ironies, takes events of that chapter into account
Characters/Pairings:  Emma Winchester, Gabriel, SPN!Crowley, GO!Crowley, Aziraphale. Zira/Crowley(GO), hinted Gabriel/Crowley(SPN)
Summary:  A demon accidentally finds Emma in a bookstore. Emma's uncles are ... less than impressed
Wordcount:  2152
Disclaimer:  Gabe and Crowley to Kripke & co, Zira and the other Crowley to Pterry & Gneill, Emma to Mia and Morgan
A/N:  I have probably done terrible, terrible things to Mia's verse in writing this. Terrible things. My apologies in advance.

Lizard-eyes and the Angel

They were in the bookstore when the demon found them.

Not just any old bookstore, though. Emma had mentioned (entirely by accident, of course) that she needed some schoolbooks to her uncles, who had promptly decided that the best place to get them would be The Strand, New York's largest -and coolest- used bookstore. Emma, naturally, had been delighted.

Until the demon found them. Or rather, found her.

She knew he was a demon because of the eyes. She caught a glimpse of them under his sunglasses. They were bright golden. Almost pretty, except for the weird pupils that made them look like lizard's eyes, or something. Definitely a demon. Even though her dads had told her there were no demons left on Earth, aside from her godfather. There was a prickle on the back of her neck, and an ache in her left hand that told her, sure as day, that this guy was a demon.

He didn't seem to have seen her, yet. He wasn't watching her. He was leaning on the end of her stack, smiling absently along one of the aisles at something she couldn't see.

She hoped it wasn't her uncles. She'd had enough of seeing her uncles get hurt because of Hell ...

She pressed a hand to her bracelet carefully, shuffling behind a pile of books and trying not to be too obvious about it. "Uncle Crowley? Um. I need you. I think ... I think there's a demon here. I think there's a demon ..."

Then a lot of things happened very quickly. The demon, either because he heard her whispering, or was just very paranoid, swung towards her hiding place, eyes wide in panic. Emma almost fell over trying to back away, tripping on her scarf, and then ... then Uncle Crowley's hands were wrapped around her shoulders, scooping her up and twisting so she was shielded behind him, and Uncle Gabriel was in front of them, sword in one hand out of nowhere and crackling, with power Emma could actually feel pouring out of him, and the golden-eyed demon was scrambling backwards himself.

"Shit, shit, shit, ANGEL!" the demon hollered, with an accent almost like Uncle Crowley's, except higher and more panicked, and a lot less cool. Uncle Gabriel growled furiously, striding towards the demon as Emma peeped over her godfather's shoulder, and swung his sword up and back ...

And then someone else was between them, nothing but a confused impression of blond hair and purple cloth to Emma, and there was another sword locked against her Uncle's, and someone was screaming. After a second, Emma realised it was her. She shut up quickly, and stopped trying to throttle Uncle Crowley, who'd started cursing a blue-streak himself and moving back as if to get her out of range of whatever was happening.

Emma objected to that. That was wrong. Crowley needed to be helping Gabriel, she knew that, bad things happened if you had to fight alone, bad things always happened when you had to fight alone ...

And then a calm, soothing voice (slightly strained) cut across her thoughts, and everyone else's, and the person with the sword asked her Uncle, very nicely, if he could put it down and talk about this? Please?

Everyone blinked. And Uncle Gabriel said, "Aziraphale?"

"Yes, dear," the stranger -angel?- said, panting a little as he strained to keep her uncle's sword away from the demon behind him. "It's nice to see you, of course. I heard you've been ... you've been down here lately ... Dear? Do you think ... we could put down the swords now? I promise, no-one is going to hurt anyone else ... Ah. Please?"

Uncle Gabriel took a step back, pulling his sword away from Aziraphale, but not putting it away. He still looked all angry and impressive. More scary than she'd ever seen him, except ... except that one time ...

"Demon swears," he growled, glaring down at Lizard-eyes. "That's my niece back there. Your demon swears not to hurt her, or so help me ..."

"I don't do kids!" Lizard-eyes interrupted, voice still high and frantic. "I never hurt kids. I tempt people, I don't hurt them, and anyway I'm retired, I've been retired for decades ..."

"Promise!" Uncle Gabriel cut across him, diamond hard. Emma shuddered a little, and pressed close to Crowley, but oddly she wasn't afraid anymore. She knew what her uncle sounded like when he was really angry or afraid, and he wasn't anymore. He wasn't. And even Uncle Crowley had relaxed a little against her, actually letting her feet touch the ground again.

"I promisssse!" the demon hissed. Like, actually hissed. Maybe he really was a lizard? "Now put away the bloody sword, would you, and stop scaring the kid and everyone else!"

Uncle Gabriel blinked a bit, looking around and back at her, and made his sword disappear, looking slightly sheepish. Emma bit her lip, and almost told him not to bother. Then the other angel, the blond one, put away his sword too, and brushed fussily at the front of his sweater, flushed and nervous.

Now that Emma could see him, she thought he looked sort of cute.

"Up you come, dear," the angel whispered softly, reaching down to offer Lizard-eyes his hand, helping him to his feet and then brushing at his front worriedly. Like he wanted to make sure the demon was all in one piece still. Lizard-eyes, for his part, gripped the angel's wrists tightly and shivered a little as he let him. They leaned into each other, just a little, shaking slightly.

Oh. Oh. Were they ...?

"Bloody poofs," Uncle Crowley murmured in her ear, as he moved forward to brush Uncle Gabriel's back gently. Making sure he was all in one piece still. Emma hurriedly hid her smile from them. Sometimes, Uncle Crowley could be a real hypocrite ...

"Crowley," Uncle Crowley growled, looking at Lizard-eyes. Emma blinked. So did everyone else.

"Crowley?" the other demon blinked. "You're the one ... You?"

"Dearest?" Aziraphale murmured, looking between them in confusion. "You, ah ... You two know each other?"

"Reputation only," her uncle grumbled, glaring at the other demon, who nodded coolly.

"Yeah. He's the wunderkind in sales, you remember, angel? Crossroads king, or used to be, before the whole Second Hiccup? Made a name for himself as a filthy rotten traitor named Crowley?" He grinned at that, for some reason. Emma didn't really like the grin. It looked ... lizardy. She bumped against Uncle Gabriel, twisting her hand in his as she listened.

This was sort of interesting, after all.

"Really?" Aziraphale murmured. "I thought they were talking about you, dearest! I had no idea there was another Crowley as sensible as you." He smiled, and this smile was a nice smile. Almost the polar opposite of his friend's. He reached out one hand towards her godfather, positively beaming at him. "Well done, sir! It's a horribly difficult thing to do, well done ..."

"They ate my tailor," Uncle Crowley said, distantly, and Emma looked up at him sharply. He sounded ... confused. Befuddled. And he was looking at the hand he was shaking like he couldn't quite believe he was holding it.

The Other Crowley nodded in commiseration. "It was my car," he said glumly. "Got fixed later, of course, but that didn't change ... They always hit you where it hurts. Bastards."

Emma flinched unconsciously, her left hand curling tight against her chest. Oh yeah. They hit you right where it hurt, alright ... Uncle Gabriel tugged her back against him, hugging her tight from behind, and the other angel turned towards her as she snuggled back into him. Warm blue eyes traced over her left hand, and her expression over it, and something sad and gentle appeared in them, with a deep, protective anger bubbling beneath it. The kind she saw in her dads' eyes, or her uncles'. He knelt down in front of her, ignoring the others as they looked at him, and held out one soft hand towards her, smiling encouragingly.

"I see we're not alone in knowing that," Aziraphale said softly, waiting patiently until she reached out her left hand, hesitantly, nervously, and let him take it in his. Her uncle made a noise above her, a warning growl, but the angel didn't seem to worry about it. And, strangely, neither did she. His hand was warm around hers, and she felt no threat at all from him.

"I got hurt," she explained quietly. "Not bad. They hurt Uncle Crowley ... they hurt him a lot worse ..."

"Did not," Uncle Crowley growled, ripe and savage. "I'm allowed to get hurt. They should never have touched her! Should never have been let near ..."

"It's always harder, isn't it?" Aziraphale interrupted quietly, looking at her. "It's always harder to know someone we care about is getting hurt, rather than getting hurt ourselves, isn't it?" He shot a little look at his Crowley, soft and possessive, and Emma nodded with a tiny smile.

"I don't like seeing them get hurt," she confided quietly. "My dads and them. They don't seem to mind, but ... I wish they didn't get hurt so much, you know?" She knew without even looking at them that both her uncles were making angry faces, embarrassed and upset, but she didn't care. It was true. And Aziraphale nodded at her.

"Well then," he said, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of her hand, leaving a warm tingling in his wake. "Maybe they could use some help? What do you think? It's always better to have someone you know you can call. The more someones the better, yes?"

"Now, hold on a minute," Uncle Gabriel muttered. "Aziraphale, you've been in hiding. You and your demon ... You can't pop up out of nowhere now, of all times ..."

"Nonsense, my dear," the blond angel grinned, still looking at her, still smiling warm and solid in front of her. "Besides. I wasn't asking you ..."

Emma bit her lip, tugging a little at her hand, worrying. "I don't want you to get hurt, either," she hedged, carefully. He wasn't her uncles, but he seemed nice, and he loved his demon, obviously, and she didn't want ...

"Thank you!" the Other Crowley muttered. "At least someone has some sense around here ... Angel, I realise we're blown anyway, but you know the rumours around this kid. Anyone who so much as sneezes in her direction is gonna get splatted, and I didn't last two apocalypses just to get stomped on now!"

"Crowley?" Aziraphale smiled, fixedly, not even looking around. "Hush, dear, will you?"

The demon shut up. Emma was mildly impressed. And a little nervous. She didn't want to start a fight, after all ... But then the demon surprised her. And just about everyone else, she thought, except possibly Aziraphale. He squatted down next to his angel, shooting a nervous look up at Gabriel, and held out his hand to her too.

"Just don't sic your guard-dogs on me, okay?" he grumbled, rooting in his pocket for a card to hand her. "And call me, not the angel. He's still trying to figure out how rotary telephones work. It's sad, really. He had a bad accident with a jukebox and a set of bagpipes back in the 50's, and his mind's been stuck there ever since. Terrible thing, you know ..."

Emma giggled at him, snickering as he flushed and looked away and tried to pretend he was a big, bad demon-type person like her Uncle Crowley, and he was absolutely not at all happy to find his angel beaming proudly at him from two inches away ...

"You two should kiss," she said, innocently, since they were so close and all. Behind her, Uncle Gabriel choked spectacularly, and she could see Uncle Crowley trying to stuff a fist in his mouth as well, and the Other Crowley went a shade of red she usually only associated with Uncle Crowley's cherry cheesecake, but Aziraphale ... Aziraphale laughed, and beamed at her, and said: "What a good idea!"

And then he kissed his demon, right on the lips, right in front of her, and the Other Crowley flailed and grunted for a second and then sort of ... melted, like her father did when Dad kissed him, all grumbly embarrassment and happy mumblings. And Emma looked past the angel kissing the demon on a bookstore floor, and saw her Uncle Crowley's face, the surprise and sort of soft consideration, and the way his eyes wandered a little towards Uncle Gabriel ...

That settled it, she decided, tucking the card with the cell-phone number away in her bag. Even if one of them was a lizard-eyes demon, obviously these two were handy to have around. And cute, and sweet, and as silly as her uncles (well, maybe not that silly), and besides. She liked them.

And maybe, just maybe ... they could help her out with her little plan to get Uncle Gabriel and Uncle Crowley to stop being such idiots.

Worth a try, anyway?