Summary:

this is the end ... and i don't want to spoil anything!

Notes: this is the final, it's over, probably you won't like even that....

thanks to my beta, the amazing Rachel @Raechem for her help

Chapter XI: Not so perfect

"So, we could head towards PantonDawn, you know, with its sunrises displayed in two-hundred-and-nineteen different colours," the Doctor suggests, setting the coordinates at the console.

Obviously, he's talking to his TARDIS, once more.
That' s what happens when he has no Companions travelling with him.
And God only knows how he's already missing those two, although it's been only a few hours since he left them, once and for all.

"What about that planet with those multi-colored flying, talking fishes with such a high I.Q.? I can't recall its name now, but I still remember the quantum physics debate I had with them for hours," he chuckles at the memory, changing the coordinates, right before grieving. "Who am I kidding? The way I feel now, I should just go to SmiLess, where no one ever smiles..."

No matter all his efforts to set the coordinates, nothing seems to work.

"What's wrong? Don't you like my suggestions?" Ten asks her.

The TARDIS' only answer is to display on the console the destination she prefers.

"London, Soho, 2019?! For Gallifrey's sake! You know I can't!"

The TARDIS shakes so violently that the Doctor falls on the grille.

"Oh, c'mon! Do you think I'm happy with my decision? Do you think I wouldn't rush back to them if only I could? I can't! They already have each other, they have for millennia, they don't need me and this was the right thing to do!" he explains, getting up.

Another shake. Another fall.

Ten tries to set the console again but it's useless, there 's just a blank screen.

"Oh, alright! Is this your way to punish me? Are we supposed to just float in the hyper space, with no destination? Fine by me, you stubborn spaceship!" he snaps, walking towards his bedroom.

Not that the TARDIS is going to make it easy for him to find it.

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Weeks go by and Aziraphale and Crowley try their best to go back to their normal life.

Aziraphale is enjoying a sunny day outside his library, reading a book and sipping icy, sparkling white wine, whie Crowley is working at the garden he created in the backyard.

Actually it would be winter, so it's not supposed to be sunny or warm, but a certain demon needs a specific climate to make his magnolias, camellias and roses bloom.

No need to say Soho people are unconsciously thankful to him.

"Oh dear, you're doing such an amazing job, this backyard looks so colourful and pretty now.. not to mention how sexy you are in your gardening outfit." Aziraphale murmurs, walking closer to his lover.

After all, Crowley is looking rather different from his usual clothes: he's wearing light blue jeans, for a start, with a white T-shirt not to draw the rays of sun over him, covered by an apron printed with flames and a black written 'GROW BETTER!' in capital letters

A gift from Aziraphale, of course,

He also wears a black visor, leaving his amazing flaming red hair free, and his unmissable dark glasses.

"Thank you, angel," Crowley grins, as he plants some seeds in the soil.

"All covered in sweat, with these gloves stained with soil, all engrossed in your work...I'm afraid I can't resist you any longer," the angel moans, kissing his neck hungrily.

"NGK! Angel, pleasssseee.. need to finisssssshh..." Crowley barely protests, but the problem is that he can't resist as well.

"Not now, you're going to take a break!" Aziraphale almost growls, kissing him.

Crowley kisses him back, even more eagerly, but when the angel attempts to lay the demon down on the soil, Crowley freezes the time.

"What's wrong, my dear?" the blond frowns.

"And you even ask me? I spent hours working on my new seeding, you're not going to ssssspoil the sssoil!" he hisses, right before making time flow again.

He snaps his fingers, making a mattress appear.

"I'm not saying no to some rough sex, just not on the bloody soil!" he growls, pushing a chuckling Aziraphale on the mattress, right before crawling over him.

Aziraphale doesn't mind if his dirty gloves stained his baby blue tartan shirt, he just wants his bare hands all over him.

Crowley seems to notice, because he tears his gloves off with his teeth - a tiny bit of soil never killed anyone, especially two ethereal, immortal creatures- and rips the angel's shirt open, licking his chest as his hands pinches his love handles.

He's busy kissing his beloved angel but Aziraphale snaps his free fingers - the other hand is pulling Crowley closer by his nape- and the moment after Crowley is utterly naked, save for the apron and the visor.

"My kinky angel!" Crowley grins, getting rid of Aziraphale's trousers and boxers.

He starts kissing the top of Aziraphale's cock, but his visor gets in the way.

Crowley is about to take it off, but the blond stops him.

"No hellish way, you're way too sexy wearing that!"

"But..." the redhead tries to protest.

"It means I'm going to do all the job, for once, you just have to enjoy the moment." Aziraphale decides.

And when his heavenly hand slides under the apron, Crowley figures out he's going to enjoy the moment a lot.

Especially when that not-so-inexpert-anymore mouth and tongue comes to play

Seeing his angel so horny, Crowley decides to leave the active role to Aziraphale and once again it proves to be the right choice.

"Geez, angel, Ten unleashed such a wild side of you I wouldn't ever even dare to dream you could have..." Crowley chuckles, cuddling him, once they get dressed again.

And that's why he figures out his big mistake.

They hadn't mentioned him since the day he left and now, hearing that name, Aziraphale instantly grieves.

"Ten..." he sighs, as Crowley holds him tighter. "I'm trying to go on with our life, I'm really doing. Besides, everything is going so fine, you, me, no more incoming apocalypses... it's just so perfect..."

"Maybe not so perfect," Crowley anticipates him.

"I'm sorry." Aziraphale murmurs, his eyes almost teary.

"Don't" Crowley hushes him. "It's more than normal if you miss him."

"I can't help it, I love you, I love you oh so impossibly much, I've been loving you since...always and will love you forever, but... I love him, too, and I miss him so terribly." the angel sighs.

"I know. Guess what? I miss Ten, too. Everything now is alright, of course, but way too ordinary." Crowley admits.

"Do you really miss having him around?" Aziraphale frowns at his lover.

"I also miss having him on me...or beneath me, it depends..."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!" Aziraphale asks him, stunned, his eyes so wide that could almost fall from his eyeballs.

"I had promised him not to tell you about this, but... bugger this!" the demon shrugs. "Do you remember that day you went to your conference and left me and Ten on our own? He kept saying he was getting bored so... well, it happened, we ended up in bed together... and I even liked it, he definitely did." Crowley informs him with a smug smile at the end.

"I'm so happy to hear this, I was afraid it would have never happened!" Aziraphale rejoices, but it's only for a moment. "But then... why did he leave? It really makes no sense."

"I shouldn't tell you even this, but... do you recall when he left us on our own for a week? It wasn't exactly a week in the TARDIS, he went back to our first meeting and the following ones, he saw our love before we even figured it out and was convinced nothing could compete with it, that there wasn't room for him..."

"But there is! I love him, a lot, maybe do you love him, too?" the angel wonders.

"NGK! Love is such a big word! Let's say I bear him. I'm not so annoyed by his cheerfulness, I also like his creepier moments, and okay... I'm sexually attracted to him, a lot; there's such a chemistry between us... I'd like having sex with him again ... I'm dying to find out how to kiss him, it must be... oh, God! I guess I love him, sort of... Geez, I wasn't supposed to say 'Oh, God!', dammit, I did it again!" Crowley rambles, more and more flustered.

"See? This is perfect!" Aziraphale grins, but the demon shakes his head.

"Not so perfect, back when he told me those things, I did nothing to stop him, quite the contrary, I even suggested someone in Heaven or Hell he should have gone with!" Crowley admits. "But it was in the heat of the moment, I was still so shocked for what had happened between us, then I had the perfect occasion to get him out of the picture... at least I thought I wanted him out of the picture, but now I'm not so sure anymore. I'm so sorry, angel!" he pleads.

Aziraphale hugs him.

"Hush, dear, I understand it wasn't an easy situation for you, it's okay." he soothes him. "But now that you admitted you want him back and I want him back for sure, well... let's just get him back!" the blond suggests.

"Just how? We don't have his phone number or anything, neither can't snap our fingers and be back on the TARDIS with him, we don't even know where the heaven in time or space the TARDIS is now!" Crowley makes him notice.

"You're right, but remember when we travelled with him and once in a while he received a request forhelp in his psychic paper?"

"Yes, but what's the matter? We aren't in any trouble..." Crowley frowns.

"Well, we could be..." the angel sneers mischievously.

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"Crowley, dear, really, there's not this rush to reach Tadfield," Aziraphale tries to calmly reason with Crowley as he drives his Bentley much faster than it's allowed.

"The sooner we get there, the sooner our plan can start." the demon replies, turning to the angel.

"Look at the road , NOT at me!" Aziraphale grows nervous, while his lover just shrugs, obeying.

"It's my brilliant plan, anyway, you just happened to agree." the angel specifies.

"As arrogant as the Doctor!" the redhead chuckles, this time just looking at the road.

"However, my dear, we're supposed to be in a fake danger once we explain everything to our friends, NOT in a REAL danger as we try to reach them!" the blond snaps at the unpteenth curve the Bentley takes in a too adrenalin way.

Crowley just mutters something unintelligible, before slowing down.

The demon parks the car near Hogback woods where they know Adam and his friends love to play.

But it's not so simple and they figure it out when they leave the car.

"You might have changed the weather in our town, but not here, it's freezing, no rational kid would play outside!" Aziraphale makes him notice, miracling two coats. "We'll have to do it the classic way."

Which means they have to ring at the Young's door and face the grumpy face of Arthur and his distrustful expression.

Nothing that a snap of fingers can't fix.

"Adam, come here, these friends of yours want to meet you..." he calls for his son, with a more friendly attitude.

Adam gasps when he sees them

"Aziraphale! Crowley!" he grins. "Is the Doctor here, too?" he adds, looking around.

"And this already answers the question: 'Adam, do you remember the Doctor?' that we were about to ask you." Crowley mutters, as they walk away.

"No, Adam, as you can see, he's not here anymore, but we need you and your friends' help for something involving him," Aziraphale explains.

"Cool! Count on The Them for everything!" the kid grows thrilled.

"Well, my friend, conserve all this excitement when we'll have gathered you all around Anathema's table, maybe for a nice cup of hot cocoa!" the angel beams.

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"You want me to do... what?!" Newton asks them, once they're all gathered around Anathema's table, with hot cocoa, to the delight of Aziraphale.

"You heard me, don't be a chicken, I swear nothing bad will happen to you!" Crowley assures him.

"Yep, honey, don't be such a pain in the neck, it sounds so fun, I mean, a chance like this might never come again, and I definitely want to be the Princess or the Prince of Hell, whatever!" Anathema states, eagerly. "I'm sure that even Agnes would agree, probably one prophecy about it was in the new one I burnt."

"It just doesn't have to do with technology, right?" her soon-to-be husband asks for confirmation.

"Nothing more technological than a fake holy water and a fake hellish fire." Aziraphale chuckles. "You can surely do that, tickety boo."

"As I can be a scary demon of Hell!" Adam states proudly.

"Hey!! I'm a scary demon of Hell as well!" Crowley protests.

"Oh, please, you wouldn't scare even my little sister!" Pepper rolls her eyes.

"You're so mean!" Crowley glares at her. "Perfect for the role!" he grins immediately after.

"I'm so glad it's nothing so sexist as it would be making me play a kind, defenceless princess!" she agrees.

"My little darling, there's nothing defenceless in you." Aziraphale assures.

"And surely there's nothing kind!" Crowley adds, still feeling insulted.

"Can't wait to play such a bad angel!" Wensleydale rejoices. "How can it be that an angel is that bad?"

"Poor naive kid, Heaven and Hell aren't exactly how books or people here on Earth told you!" Crowley shrugs.

"I was sure that, because of my ability to stain everything, you would have made me play Pollution, not another angel!" Brian admits.

"That's it, we explained everything to you, we're going to do it tomorrow. Act as wickedly as possible!" Aziraphale reminds everyone and they nod. "We'll just act as scared as possible." he adds, turning to Crowley.

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The morning after, Crowley and Aziraphale are tied and gagged, as their enemies celebrate.

"So, did you really think you could fool us so easily?" Beelzebub retorts as Gabriel grins.

"I really hate joining forces with you, but it was for a worthy reason." the archangel recognizes.

"Always said that we grew tougher, smarter and more dangerous!" Dagon sneers.

"This will be even too merciful after what you did to Ligur, Crowley!" Hastur still mourns.

"I've never really thought for a second that such a nobody like you could be that powerful!" Sandalphon says, turning to Aziraphale.

"Could we just get down to business? I don't plan to spend a whole day here on Earth!" Michael rolls her eyes.

"You're right." Beelzebub approves.

Both she and Gabriel clap their hands and two bathtubs of holy water and two walls of hellish fire appear, from each side of Aziraphale and Crowley.

Hastur and Dagon set them free from their magic ropes.

Micheal and Sandalphon take off their gag.

"It wouldn't be such a pity not to hear you both screaming as you face the trial." Sandalphon chuckles.

"Wh-what trial?" Crowley grows nervous.

"Oh please, as if you hadn't already figured it out: last time you faced only one of those two lethal things... but what could happen if you face both?" Dagon explains.

"Let's see how untouchable you are!" Hastur sneers.

"Geez, don't waste our time any further and put a damn or holy foot in the tub and a hand through the fire, chop-chop!" Bellzebub urges them.

"Help us, Doctor, heeeelp!" Aziraphale cries, as both he and Crowley slowly walk towards the tub and the wall of fire.

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The TARDIS finally pleased the Doctor and took him where he wanted to go.

Well please him is not the correct term, since he's really wandering through SmiLess where there's nothing pleasant at all.
He could have been there for days, or even weeks, he really doesn't know and mostly doesn't care.
He's just sitting on a rock, displaying his most dejected expression, when he feels something buzzing in his pocket.
He draws his psychic card out and reads what it's all about.

Instantly his mood changes.

If before he was sad, now he's worried.

He runs back to the TARDIS.

-Looks like I'm going to see them one last time, after all.- he ponders as the TARDIS flies.


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"Shout as much as you please, no one can save you this time, not even your stupid Doctor!" Gabriel cruelly laughs.

And that's when they all hear that oh so unmistakable whoosh-whoosh-whoosh sound.

The blue Police phone box appears in front of them, the doors slam open and the Doctor storms out.

"I wouldn't be so sure!" he sneers, before aiming his sonic screwdriver first at Hastur who's pushing Crowley towards the water.

"Whaaaaaaaaat?! Why doesn't he turn into a frog?" he wonders, puzzled, wearing his glasses to check better on his sonic screwdriver. "It seems to work properly..." he grumbles.

Aziraphale walks towards him, along with Crowley.

"And it does, my dear," the angel assures him. "It's just that they're not the evil people you think they are."

Crowley and Aziraphale snap their fingers and Gabriel, Beelzebub, Hastur, Dagon, Sandalphon and Michael turn into their usual features which are respectively Newton, Anathema, Adam, Pepper, Wensleydale and Brian.

"You?!" The Doctor frowns, while as an ultimate confirmation there's nothing to worry about, Crowley puts a hand into the normal water in the tub and Aziraphale touches the fake fire.

"So you fooled my psychic paper, you fooled my TARDIS, you fooled me!" the Time Lord mutters.

"Yes, this is what happens when an angelic miracle combines with a demonic one." Aziraphale explains, sort of proudly.

"Yep, this is what happens when you don't leave any heaven of whereabouts!" Crowley retorts.

"Ten, this wasn't meant as a joke to laugh at you, it was an emergency, a drastic measure to draw your attention, my dear. We need to talk." Aziraphale quietly explains.

"Oh well, before you three go to talk, let me just say that I didn't mean 'stupid Doctor' for real, I was just playing a role, maybe I got lost in the role!" Newton apologises, making the Doctor chuckle.

"I think so, too, you all did, congrats, you were brilliant, the result was so fantastic!" he claps his hands at the six humans who cheer. "But I'm still a tad confused..."

"C'mon, everyone, follow me at my cottage, I made biscuits!" Anathema draws the kids' attention. "Let's leave these three alone, their auras have so much to fix." she babbles, as they walk away.

"Let's go into the TARDIS, I swear I'm going to make things clearer." Aziraphale suggests, as he and Crowley push Ten. "And I shouldn't even swear!"

"I let you free to live your marvelous love as you deserve to do, why...?" the Doctor starts, but Aziraphale shuts him up with a kiss.

"You know what? Crowley and I figured out something: it's not that we can make it work with you, it's that with you it's the only way to really make it work." the angel beams, parting from him.

No grin is larger and brighter than the Doctor's one.

"You're really saying that..."

"We're saying that there's no need to leave us, you, idiot!" Crowley confirms, before pulling him into a hug. "But don't get accustomed to that, it's Aziraphale who likes having your hands all over him!" he adds, making the Doctor chuckle.

"C'mon, Crowley, tell him the whole truth..." Aziraphale teases him.

"Okay, okay, I happen to like that as well, but I guess I'm not ready for both of you at the same time!" the demon declares.

Aziraphale takes his moment to daydream about having both of them in his bed, taking such good care of him and the only thought sends pleasant shivers through all his hidden feathers.

"Yeah, right, I guess it's better pairings of two, with different combinations, it just feels more normal." he blatantly lies.

-For now.- he adds to himself.

"So... are you serious about it? Can I really stay with you? No wait, I'm not the static type... do you really want to stay with me?" Ten reformulates.

"If I give you a part of the kiss we were supposed to exchange in 3000, will you believe us?" Crowley suggests, walking closer to him.

Ten nods eagerly and pulls him closer, smashing his mouth to the demon's. Things rapidly get so hot between them that it's Ten who has enough self control to part from him, bewildered.

"Whoa!! That forked tongue..." he murmurs, turning to Aziraphale.

"Oh yes, it does, sometimes!" the angel giggles with complicity.

"Bugger my damn rule, I really can't be supposed to wait for almost a century before doing that, again and again!" Crowley admits, making the Doctor grin.

"Not that time would be a problem for me, but I'm so glad you changed your mind!" Ten smirks, before growing worried. "Oh, wait, it would be a problem, after all. You see me like this now, but it won't last..."

A mutual snap of fingers in front of his face interrupts him.

"I feel... so weird. What... what have you two just done to me?"

"Oh well, don't worry, my dear, we just granted something for the future." the angel winks at the still naive Time Lord, before kissing Crowley.

"And what would it exactly be?" Ten dares to ask.

"Oh well, from now on you'll be able to keep doing that regeneration thing with long sleep included, but once you wake up you'll always look like this, every single time." Crowley explains.

"Ooohhhh, I like it, I like it soooo much!" Ten rejoices. "Now there's really nothing that can tear us apart!"

"I'm sorry if we didn't ask before, but we just had to do it, it would be such a pity to lose this oh-so-pretty face," Aziraphale murmurs, before kissing him deeply.

"Yep, save for my angel, this is the only face I can agree to kiss!" Crowley shrugs, before kissing the Doctor once more.

Ten rushes at the console.

"Okay, this is stuff that needs to be celebrated, where do you want to go?" he asks them.

"Alpha Centauri." Crowley suggests, holding his angel tight.

Ten approves, the TARDIS does her job and they land in the desired destination.

The doors open and they stare at one of the brightest stars, surrounded by a dark sky dotted with little stars and meteor storms.

"It's beautiful," the Doctor murmurs, hugging them both.

"It really is. I missed this place so much." Crowley sighs, almost melancholy.

Aziraphale stares at the breathtaking view for a while, before yawning.

"Crowley, my dear, this place is really amazing, the view wonderful, but... did you really plan to live here forever when you asked me to escape with you? There's the cosmic void, not even a shop!" he complains.

"NGK! I thought it would be romantic!" Crowley replies, a little upset.

"Oh, but it is!" Ten approves. "I guess it's perfect to get married, very suggestive."

Crowey and Aziraphale turn to him in a mixture of awe, confusion and terror.

"Wait! I didn't mean for you or for me, just in general!" the Time Lord points out. "Although it would be fun, the three of us getting married. It would be a ma-three-mony!"

"Okay, but now let's talk about something else, before I end up with a ring or two on my finger!" the angel chuckles. "For example we can talk about the fact that you're still wearing those glasses and are so , so impossibly sexy!" he adds, kissing him savagely.

"Hey!" Crowley interrupts them, not because he's annoyed by their kiss. "How can it be that you always praise him when he wears glasses and protest when I wear mine?"

Aziraphale chuckles, taking off his dark lenses before hugging him.

"My silly, silly, demon, you really don't get it? It's not about glasses, it's about eyes. I love your eyes as I love Ten's. The difference is that his glasses emphasize them, while yours hide them." he explains, once for all.

Crowley steals Ten's glasses, wearing them, which highlights his golden, large, irises with snake pupils.

"That's what I mean!" the angel beams, before kissing him, as Ten wears Crowley's glasses, chuckling,, before facing a more serious topic.


"You know it won't be that easy to be with me. To begin with, you can't expect me to live with you in Soho, in such a terrestrial way. I can do that, but only for small amounts of time," he starts his speech, taking the glasses off and Crowley gives his glasses back to him.

"I need planets, I need my TARDIS, I need adventures, it's in my nature. You can join me whenever you please, but, be warned, sometimes I will also need new Companions," he explains and the other two nods. "It doesn't mean that I don't love you, both of you, but I need my own space, I'll always come back to you and while you wait for me, you will always have each other."

"Don't worry, my dear, these months with you were enough for Crowley and me to figure out how you are and what you need. We don't want you to feel like you're in a cage." Aziraphale points out, very understanding.

"But let me know if you want to be chained in bed, it could be fun!" Crowley jokes about it, but the way he flicks his tongue at Ten maybe could mean he's not joking at all.

And Ten is eager to find it out.

"So, now that we've made everything clear... any chance I could be ginger in at least one of my regenerations?" he pushes his luck

"No heavenly way!" Crowley hisses. "In our unconventional, twissssted relationssship there can be only one redhead!"

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THE END

Notes:

That's it, I don't know if I may still write some little one shots about this trio... but so far it's the end.
Is there something you would like to see? I can't make promises, but I can think about it...

I'm really sorry about the next Doctors (esp. Eleven, I love him sooooo much, he's almost even with Ten) , but Ten just deserved a never-ending regeneration.

And of course, he's going to live one of these regenerations with a certain lunatic, deranged, somewhat cute Dark Wizard eeheheh :P

It's not just about physical aspect , it's mostly the Doctor's personality, I mean probably Eleven would even liked them, but Twelve couldn't have stood them not even for a day XD
I still have to know Thirteen ;)

Thanks to whoever read this story, who was here since the beginning, who found it later, who abandoned this (it has happened oh so many time to me, I'm sadly accustomed), lurkers, reviewers (of course, I feel more grateful to this last category <3 <3 )

Huge hugs

Lu