diatu | from my heart & from my hand why don't people understand my intentions?

Who: Eleven and Aziraphale
Where: Somewhere between the school and the temple
When: Early October, before the 10th
What: He already has help, but Aziraphale needs back-up in case this goes pear-shaped.
Warnings: None??? Choo Choo the Angel-train is pulling into Bad Decision Central, but that's nothing new.

This was undoubtedly a bad idea.

But Aziraphale was still going to go through with it.

And if he was going to do it, he was going to do it right. Despite his desire to involve as few people as angelically possible (both for secrecy and safety--though mostly secrecy because this was going to look very bad to a great many people), he had come to the conclusion that he might need backup.

He had gone over this a dozen times, contemplating how to word the request in such a way that wasn't going to end in heartbreak and disaster-- Because as much as he liked Eleven, it was difficult after being burned by the Archangels to trust implicitly where Holy knights were concerned, and though Eleven had proven to be a very good young man, he was still...a very good young man, and maybe Aziraphale needed someone a little more...neutral (ah, but Yotsuyu was that).

But, after a great deal of consideration, Aziraphale felt he needed a holy knight after all. Someone who could vanquish a demon if the demon turned out to be Hastur. Or Beelzebub. Or just a bunch of incredibly annoying lower-level demonic entities. He wanted someone who could be trusted to use Holy Water ONLY if the necessity came to that, and only as a last resort. He wasn't certain enough that he wanted to put that on Yotsuyu's shoulders.

The trouble was, he ALSO needed that someone to be a person who could be trusted to stay their hand when the demon turned out to (hopefully) be Crowley. And that was the challenge, wasn't it?

Just when he was beginning to second(third/fourth/x-th) guess his choice, he spotted Eleven across the way and began towards him.

"Ah, Eleven! I was hoping I might have a word with you. It's a matter of some privacy, if you have a moment."

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"Mr. Fell," Eleven turned. The request came as a surprise, but he nodded all the same. His mind cast for somewhere relatively private to talk.

In the end, he led them out on the grounds where their only immediate company was a copse of restless trees.

"Is everything all right?"

"Jolly good, absolutely fine," he said, fidgeting his hands in front of himself and then waited until they were into the trees a bit before adding, with a bit of nervous distress:

"I happen to need your help with a matter." He stole a glance to gauge Eleven's reaction. "It's nothing terribly big, but it is incredibly important to me." Another glance as he walked further into the trees. "I've been researching in that library, as you know, I'd just like to perform a bit of magic and I'd like some assistance in case it goes wrong."

Eleven followed him along, fingers drifting out to touch low-hanging leaves as they went.

"Well if it's important to you, I'd be happy to help." He met Aziraphale's eyes with some concern.

"But if you're worried about wayward spellwork, I think the professors might be better to ask."

"Actually," he admitted cautiously. "I don't think they would approve of it in practice. In theory, I believe the pure hearted intentions are justification enough, but I think unsanctioned sundering is probably frowned upon."

Eleven's hand dropped, brows creasing as he began to understand why there may be a need for some privacy.

"Sundering." Not quite a question, threaded through as it was with surprise and a tinge of disbelief. That was dangerous magic and he didn't have any experience at all with correcting it. ..Well. Not as such, anyway.

"..What are you trying to do?"

He looked around the trees, up into the canopy and down to the layer of dirt and natural mulch beneath their feet. Trees could have ears. Anything could have ears. Perhaps he should have taken a page from Crowley's book and written this down instead. Then again, a paper trail seemed far more incriminating (and he already had one in terms of copious notes).

Perhaps he was just being a bit anxious. After all, Heaven and Hell didn't seem to have much of a presence here (yet) and they were not exactly in the middle of a Cold War.

"I would like to bring a very dear friend here. Partly to protect him. And partly just because I miss him."

Eleven stared.

"You think you can copy the Sundering spell that brought us here? Isn't that advanced magic?"

He'd be quite impressed if he managed it, but advanced magic was advanced for a reason. The consequences would be high for failure.

"It is, and I do not plan to replicate it. I have another idea. It's--" Taboo. Dangerous. "...I feel it is worth the risk. But that's where you come in. I think of you as my insurance--more so for the school than for me. I've been practicing warding glyphs and I'm sure...well, fairly sure that they will hold whatever I summon in the event it is not my friend. But I would feel more comfortable knowing someone competent with a sword is there in case of a worst case scenario and the ward fails."

A chill spread down his spine.

"You think you might summon something dangerous if it goes wrong," he surmised, coming to understand that he might have to kill whatever it was if it couldn't be sent back.

"It sounds like you're willing to risk a lot for this."

You have no idea.

"Crowley is incredibly important to me. He's more than a friend; he's an ally--has been, for a very long time. We defied some rather powerful and dangerous people together in order to facilitate saving the world and now, my being here has left him, I'm afraid, quite on his own. So, you see, since I can't figure out how to return home, I'd like to bring him here where he will be safe. Or, at the very least, where we will be together."

He straightened his lapels, trying to feel bolder and braver than he was.

"It's what I think he would do--for me--if our positions had been reversed."

from my heart & from my hand why don't people understand my intentions?

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