Author: Mosh
Fandom: Good Omens

Title: The Queen Symphony
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: G
Summary: Crowley finally realises where the Queen tapes are coming from.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. No money being made, no copyright or trademark infringement intended.
A/N: Many thanks to Lizard for checking this over for me. About 350 words. :)

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"I see you have a car CD player. Very nice."

"Yes." Crowley patted the steering wheel. "No more wayward Queen tapes making an appearance in this vintage."

"Hm." Aziraphale opened a CD case at random and slipped the disk into the player.

"So about Bristol," Crowley began, "Why are you so reluctant to give it up? I mean, it's going to the dogs, so it might as well come to me."

"Very true, my good fellow, but that really defeats the point of my being here, doesn't it? If I let Bristol go, it's one more point to your side." Aziraphale looked slightly uncomfortable. "Anyway, I'm working on it."

"What, working on it in between salivating over the latest Infamous Bible and drinking a frightening amount of tea, you mean?" Crowley huffed. "You'd be much better off with Salisbury. I'm done with it. Too many art and craft shops."

"Bristol needs me," Aziraphale said.

Crowley opened his mouth, then stopped. The music floating out of the car speakers was strangely familiar. "Wait, what is this?" He cocked his head, listening. "Sounds like... no. What is this?"

Aziraphale looked down and flicked a bit of fluff from his trouser leg. "Oh, hmm, it sounds like the Queen Symphony."

"The Queen Symphony?"

"Mmhm. You know, the Tolga Kashif thing."

"Who the hell is Tolga Kashif? I- This wasn't in here before." Crowley took off his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes, staring at him. "I checked every CD to make sure." He scowled. "It was you all along, wasn't it? Putting Queen tapes in my car."

Aziraphale smiled. "Whatever makes you think that?"

"You look way too smug."

"Scandalous."

"I'll bet. Really, this isn't funny."

Aziraphale was grinning now.

"Ten years," Crowley grumbled. "I had to put up with that for ten whole years."

"Out of six thousand."

"I'll have you know, ten years of being hunted by Queen's Greatest Hits is an eternity in Hell for some people."

"I honestly don't see why you're complaining," Aziraphale said, lounging back in the plush leather seat with a very irritating, knowing look. "You like them really."

Crowley didn't have anything to say to that, so he shut up.

He put the car into gear and drove.

And the CD played on.

~Fin~