If anyone thought that a car was just a car, Crowley would have beaten them upside the head with his own sunglasses. Or had something terrible happen to them where he didn’t have to raise a hand, because that would make more sense.
His Bentley was his. Crowley never bothered having too much. Just mementos of certain things that didn’t see the light of day. But his Bentley he would show off.
The silent sports car.
How did she catch his eye? Who wouldn’t she have caught the eye of?
And he could tell that sometimes Aziraphale was jealous.
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“Please, please, look where you’re going!”
“I’m looking out the window,” Crowley said, as though Aziraphale wasn’t having a panic attack.
For his part, Aziraphale wondered what heart palpitations felt like. He practiced breathing because he liked it and it made things natural with mortal beings, but he had never really let his corporeal form deal with the complexities of a heartbeat beyond the normal kind.
“You’re looking out the wrong window.” Continue reading “Reverse”
“Should we take the car?” she asked. They would make more distance that way. Robin knew what she was thinking. If they left it here, the two in the back might get loose and catch up with them.
He tried to be as optimistic as possible. “Of course! Do you know how to drive!”
She shook her head.
“I took a class once.” Robin climbed into the driver’s seat as his companion entered the other side. “Or twice.”
“You don’t have a permit?” She sounded concerned, but considering how they were escaping a kidnapping, she had every right to be concerned.
“What’s important is that I have experience.”
“Okay then.” She nodded. “Let’s get into range so these phones will work.”
In some ways, she reminded him of Jay. He could hold himself together in situations where Robin felt like it could be difficult. However, unlike Jay, her calmness appeared so naturally, even though he could tell her true feelings on the matter.
He started the car and drove them off into the woods.
He sat in the car and waited. The instructor had kept him waiting. Five, ten minutes. Sitting there, waiting.
The instructor finally arrived, spouting off instructions. He followed all of them, to the letter. Or he believed he had. The panic rose within him, panic he had never felt before when sitting in his car. No matter who sat beside him, he had felt comfortable here.
Now someone was truly going to judge him on this. He didn’t like the feeling.
It was raining. Starting out, listening to all of the instructor’s directions, it went well. As the rain came down harder and harder, it was more and more difficult to hear what it was he was supposed to do.
He no longer recognized the streets. Then again, this wasn’t his hometown. There was no one to give him his test there.
The instructor raised his voice, still calm and collected. Not as if he had trusted his life to a person who could possibly have no idea what they were doing. The tester began to wonder if he had ever known what he was doing.
Finally, finally, he was told to park the car. Back where it had started.
He was told about what he had messed up, given his paper.
He had passed.
With a sigh of relief, he followed the instructor back inside to stop in the bathroom. Time not to look like he had had a panic attack for his picture.