I was managing the shop, and watching the customers to make sure none were going to consider buying a book, especially my better editions. I don't know what I would do if I were a human and couldn't stop people buying my books with miracles.

Crowley came in. I have always liked it when Crowley comes, he is good company, I love talking to him, and being around him, and the looks he gives me. I like how well I know him, and I feel rather sorry for other angels or demons who don't have a friend as good as Crowley is to me or I hope I am to him. I secretly wish we could be more than friends, but that is never going to happen, and if it did we would get into trouble, so I always have to keep quiet about it.

"Hello Crowley." I greeted him much more fondly than I intended to, but I always do so it has become more of a habit now and I know he doesn't mind. I didn't seem to grab his attention though. "Crowley?"

He looked at me strangely, as if he had no idea who I was. Then I noticed something strange about his appearance, so I said what was on my mind without thinking "you look different, have you been messing around with human hair dye again? What about your eyes, are you wearing contact lenses? Where are your shades?" I asked, this was strange, something wasn't right, "your clothes are different. Are you someone different from downstairs? Have you made another body of the same design?"

Very strange, I thought, something was definitely not right. Then the words came that I still shudder to think about today.

"I'm not Crowley," he said, "and I really don't know what you mean." His voice was the same, not similar, but exactly the same. I raised my eyebrow,

"You're voice is exactly the same." I said, this was too weird, I didn't want this man walking around on the streets in someone else's body, it didn't matter how he had come to be in this body. "Um, would you like to come to the back?" I suggested, rather hoping we would be able to sort this out somehow.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something," he said before turning around to leave. The door had been open, and no other customers were in at that moment so I miracled the door to slam shut and lock itself before miracling handcuffs on the mans hands.

"I'm very sorry," I apologised truthfully, "it's not normally supposed to be me to do things like this but we need to sort this out, whatever this is." I tried to sound confident but accidentally stuttered a little.

"How did you do that?" Asked the man, panicked and starting to raise his voice.

"Please don't panic, I'll get Crowley, and, and it will all be sorted out again." I showed him to the sofa I had in the shop, and he sat down, so I went over to the phone and rang up Crowley.
"Crowley,"

"Yes angel?" He replied, not that the man could hear,

"Could you come over here please, quickly, a matter has arisen," I realised I sounded quite posh when saying it and knew what Crowley would be thinking about my choice of words.

"Sure, I'll miracle myself over."

"No," I say quickly, "there is a human here." I explained, lowering my voice.

"Oh ok, I'll drive over,"

"Yes, that would be better, thanks, see you soon." I hung up. Then I noticed the man staring at me suspiciously, so I smiled politely; what else could I do? "Uh, well, where are you from?" I asked, attempting to make conversation because if I didn't it could've made him more suspicious.

"Long story, but I might ask you the same thing?" He replied,

"Oh, err," what should I have said? Oh yes, I'm just an angel from Heaven, and I've lived on Earth for the past 6000 years, "long story too."

"Uh huh," the man said, unconvinced.

"What's your name?" I asked, clinging onto the hope I might get a conversation going.

"The Doctor."

"Name?" He nodded, "That's certainly quiet interesting."

"And you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me, I'm Aziraphale."

"Interesting name."

"Err, yes, quite." I couldn't wait for Crowley to get there. I heard a sort of buzzing sound that I'd never heard before. "What's that?"

"Err, sonic screwdriver, that's weird, why can't it break these handcuffs?"

"I don't know." I didn't know anything about what he might've been doing, but I was staring at the door, waiting for Crowley. He put his screwdriver away, and I decided to make the handcuffs unlock themselves, he seemed harmless, if a little odd. Then he took out his screwdriver again and pointed it at me.

"What are you?" He asked after a moment,

"I'm sorry?" Very odd, I thought.

"Well you're not human, but according to this, you're not anything."

"Come on Crowley," I muttered hopefully. He asked me a few more questions that I didn't answer and didn't really listen to, until eventually I said, "young man please stop intruding so much." I didn't know why I thought that would help, but I said it anyway before I could stop myself.

"I'm not young," he said, I gave him a glare, because I didn't really care. "I'm 906 years old, don't call me young." Ok, I thought, I knew I shouldn't have said what I said next, but I did.

"I'm 6000 years old." I said. Then I muttered "stupid mortal."

"Excuse me?" He asked, and then, just on time, Crowley sauntered in.

"Crowley," I said, walking towards him, relieved that someone else was there.

"Hey angel. Who's this?" He asked, vaguely pointed towards the Doctor.

"I don't know, I thought it was something to do with downstairs but I don't think it is."

"I'm the Doctor, I was just passing by." He said.

"That is interesting." Crowley said, scanning him up and down. The Doctor nodded.

"If one of us copied the other, like their body, who do you think is original?" The Doctor asked.

"Me." Crowley stated confidently.
"Why do you think that?" The Doctor challenged.

"Trust me, I am the definition of original."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Zira, do you think we should tell him?"

"No," I protested, a little put off by the new nickname "if Heav- our respective sides found out we'd gone around telling humans about ourselves then-"

"I'm not human." The Doctor said, I hadn't been expecting that, but, again, I didn't care much.

"What planet?" Crowley asked, perhaps a little too casually.

"Gallifrey"

"Oh I helped with that one." Crowley said, satisfied with himself.

"What does that mean?" The Doctor asked. Crowley just shrugged.

"That doesn't matter" I said, "we still shouldn't tell him."

"Ok I know." I walk over to Crowley, and lower my voice,

"What should we do?" I asked.

"Just let him go?"

"Crowley! We can't do that!"

"He doesn't seem to be any harm, besides, he's from Gallifrey, which means he's probably a Time Lord, meaning he will regenerate soon enough, which means he'll change his face anyway."

"How do you know that?" I asked, impressed by his knowledge.

"Eh, random fact." Then he turned to the Doctor, "Time Lord, right?" He asked him, and the Doctor nodded, then he turned back to me, "see?"

"Fine," I eventually agreed. I walked over to the Doctor, "I don't think there is much to do apart from to let you go." I explained sheepishly and a bit embarrassed.

"Good." He simply stated. "But who are you?"

"Long story." I said

"Well, in the beginning I was sent to tempt-" Crowley started, obviously mimicking me from when we were at the airbase.

"Sshh, Crowley!" I said, cutting him off, the Doctor just raised an eyebrow. I decided to quickly just wipe the Doctor's memory and send him on his way. Then I turned to Crowley, "honestly Crowley, who do you think he is?"

"Dunno angel, but you shouldn't worry so much." He tried to reassure me,

"Yes, I suppose I shouldn't." I said, and I decided to actually try not to worry about it.

"Would you like to get something to eat?" Crowley suggested, knowing that I was still a bit worried.

"Yes, that would he lovely." Crowley knows me so well, I like having someone know me so well.

A/N
Thank you for reading, sorry if the ending was a bit blunt, I got to the point it should've been summing itself up and realised I didn't know how to end it, if anyone has any ideas then send a request and I'll edit it. Also point out mistakes if there are any. It's quite long (compared to normal) so thanks for reading it all. If you look up good omens x doctor who there's loads of fanart.
(Word count: 1500) Also if you like Doctor Who then I've done a few separate fics.