Do you believe in magic?

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Who: Alec, Fell, Elliot and whomever else
What: "Magic" testing
When: June 11th
Where: Meeting room



He's cleared out a space, shoving all the metal chairs and plastic tables to the side so there was plenty of room. He had thought of adding a sarcastic bucket of water but decided that it might be too confrontational. Things were going to be confrontational enough since he told Elliot and Fell different times and Fell would put up a fuss about but-- but it was better than him hovering over everything and being overly concerned. Alec was older than him and Anthony too. He could take care of himself.

He briefly checked his watch before folding his arms and leaning against the wall. He hoped others showed up but he doubted there would be much to see-- memories were one thing but this was still real life for fuck's sake.

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Oh Fell. Alec sighed inwardly, wondering if he should even let it get this far. The man would never be satisfied he had the feeling. Neither would Elliott, he noted, watching the boy's expression change.

That was life.

"It's nothing."

Starting to throb like anything but nothing he couldn't handle. He nodded then and since he had nothing to add, left to find Fell. Thankfully he didn't seem to have gone far which was good as he was starting to feel that typical weariness that followed a shock.

"I could use your help." And then because it might not be clear. "With the arm."

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Aziraphale was just outside sunning himself off, trying to get the irritating itch of faint dampness out of his clothing. He looked over when the door opened, and then looked quickly away with a prim sniff at the request.

This was their friendship, then, was it? Aziraphale needed help, and Alec came to the rescue (in his understated, maybe a little bit gallant sort of way). And Aziraphale, when he wanted to offer help, had to badger and beat Alec over the head with it until he relented or withdrew entirely. They were really a very unbalanced ...whatever they were. Not friends, apparently.

"Alright," he agreed with a sigh, holding out a hand for the first aid supplies and to inspect Alec's injury. "Let me see it."

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Elliott watched him go, then freed the camera from its rigging, brushing off spots of water as he did. He spared a look around at all the water, not quite sure what to do or say about it if anything.

In the end, he simply left and hoped no one had anything scheduled before it was all cleared up.

Elliott paused outside to wave to Mr. Fell and Crowley, then started on his way home with a sigh. He'd have to explain this to his mom when he got home.

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It really wasn't a friendship, was it? Even now Alec was keenly aware that he was doing Fell a favor by letting him fuss. He didn't know how to end it really. He didn't think he should let it go on. So long as Fell was with Anthony it would be present and Alec hoped they remained together for a good long while.

He nodded to Elliott when he left, and then when they were alone.

"You deserve better than this."

Because it was true.

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Aziraphale raised a hand to give a cheery wave, because of anyone, Elliott deserved better than he had gotten from this afternoon. The young man certainly didn't deserve to be bogged down by whatever complications existed between Aziraphale and Alec.

And then they were alone.

He gave another sigh and tried not to roll his eyes. "Next you'll be saying 'It's not you, it's me.' Can I please just tend to your hand?"

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It was both of them really, and this whole big bloody thing. He gave him his arm as requested and the burn went all the way up to his elbow. He was really going to regret that happening

"Why do you put up with it?"

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"I don't know. Regrettably, I suppose, I just like you."

He put the ointment on, thought belatedly they should have washed him down with cool water not from the overhead sprinklers, and hoped it wasn't too late to not leave a scar. It was a much larger burn than he anticipated. Hopefully none of the shirt fibers were caught in it, but he could see where the shirt and the hairs on Alec's arm had been singed even where the burn was minimal.

"You really are very nice, even if you often embody a sense of gloom. And when you direct your kindness and thoughtfulness at me, it makes me feel ...rather special."

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"Thanks. Now I'm Eeyore." But it fit, he supposed. He couldn't really argue Fell down from that so he let it go.

"I mean, you are, aren't you? If you weren't a good man, I wouldn't have bothered. But don't--" Read too much into it? No... That would be too cruel. "Forget it."

That Fell actually liked him was up for debate as well, only it wasn't in him to argue that.

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Well, if the pinned-tail fit...

"Alright." Even if Aziraphale were a good man, and he wasn't sure he qualified, there were still other, much better people in Alec's acquaintance more worthy of such attention. And maybe that's why he wasn't such a good man after all, because he really didn't want to share that special attention if he didn't have to.

"Did you--" He busied himself with his hands. "What I mean to say is... The flowers after the dinner. With your family. Those weren't from Anthony, were they."

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He glanced at his newly bandaged arm and flexed his fingers. He watched Fell's busy hands for a moment, then looked away when the question was asked.

"Don't worry about it." It was just a thing. Something that had to be done. To be explained. Fell didn't deserve that reception and so someone had to make it up to him.

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Someone rescuing him, easing and smoothing things out for him, being so gentle and tender about it and never wanting or accepting his thanks. The gestures meant something to Aziraphale, even if they didn't mean anything to Alec. To him, Fell was something to be pitied, maybe.

"Well, thank you. They were lovely."

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Not pity. Pity was something you felt for a dog. It had meant a lot to him to make it right because that was what Fell deserved. Fell's gratitude was expected and the ebullience of it expected too, but awkward. He still felt like he'd done something stupid or wrong or desperate or all of the above.

"Beh. Point is, stick around long enough and they'll absorb you into the fold with only one or two catty remarks thirty years down the line. They'll never let you forget. But they'll forgive." He put a hand briefly on Fell's shoulder.

"I don't know if I should say 'welcome' but now that you're here, you're here."

And if he ever broke Anthony's heart he would have to run as far from here as he could get. But that was for later.