Warning: Implied slash later in fic. You have been warned, if you don't like it LEAVE! Away with you...if not, please read on!

AN: this is my first attempt at slash, so please be kind! Don't forget, do not waste your time flaming me. You have been warned that this is slash, and should you forget and flame me, I will be forced to play a drum solo on your head, so don't. Heh... however I do love a good review, feel free to leave constructive criticism and I promise to answer any qualms or complaints. FYI- I own nout... 'Cept the plot, but that's not so good

Summary: One-shot A/C implied slash. I wanted to do and inverted fic, with Crowley still an angel, and Aziraphale having recently fallen (recently in their terms, so like a few years!) So, Enjoy!

After twelve years, you begin to wonder where people go. Good friends that you used to spend time with disappear, but not friends you've known since the creation. So, when a very good friend of mine stopped showing up, I began to wonder if I had just imagined that we were so close. Then again, how many friends would risk falling to protect you? Aziraphale had, when They had got mad with my behaviour and I began to slip, Aziraphale had helped me. Kept me on the straight and narrow while they where still monitoring my actions. That was seventeen years ago. The following year he had disappeared. I heard nothing about him for sixteen long years, and I was beginning to wonder if what we had was nothing more than a time killer for Azzy. Was I nothing more than a waste of time for him?

So when the phone call came in late on July the twelfth (the day I claimed as my birthday) I was not expecting it, or what it was about.

Cheesy flashback music

"Hello. May I please speak to a Mr. Anthony Crowley?"

"Speaking. With whom am I talking?"

"This is Angela from Whitbrook Hospital. We have a patient in our care by the name of Aaron Ziraphale, who has written you as his next of kin."

"Aaron? What has happened to him?"

"Unfortunately I cannot divulge that information over the phone. However he is reaching his discharge date, and I am phoning to see if it would be possible to place him in your care until he is fit to live alone."

"Of course, of course. When shall I come by?"

"Tomorrow if possible, we need to discuss several things, which I feel would be better done in person."

"Absolutely. I will be there. What time, and who should I ask for?"

"Noon in the inpatients ward. If you ask for Dr. Grisham."

"Thank you. Before I go, I would like to ask something."

"Of course."

"Is Aaron going to be okay?"

"We hope so. Yes, eventually he should return to a healthy state."

"Thank you for calling me. Tomorrow at noon."

"Goodbye."

Sighing I replaced the handset. Poor Azzy, what on earth could of happened to the poor man.

End cheesy flash back

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