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“Luke…” Crowley murmured in a peculiar, ghostly sort of voice.
Aziraphale looked around, bewildered, trying to make sense of where they were. This wasn’t the bookshop, that was for certain, nor was it any kind of oblivion.
“Who are you talking to?”
“Trust your senses.”
“And would you please stop glowing blue and transparent? You’ll scare the humans. Or me.”
“I’m a Force Ghost, angel, this is how they look.”
Aziraphale massaged his temple. Yes, his corporation was still in perfectly working order. Surely Crowley’s would be too.
“You know, like Obi-wan. ‘If you strike me down, I’ll become more powerful—’”
“I have no idea who this O. B. One person is, Crowley. You know I don’t watch those Trek Wars films.”
Crowley groaned.
“Now, look. I’m trying to work out exactly where we are. It feels like Earth, don’t you think?”
“Use the Force, Aziraphale.”
Aziraphale glared at him.
“Fine, fine.” Crowley coalesced into his usual form. “Just seemed apt, that’s all. Book of Life can’t get rid of us. God can’t get rid of us.” The yellow in his eyes expanded suddenly. “Um… giant dinosaur with really big, sharp teeth can’t get rid of us. I hope.”
Aziraphale glanced over his shoulder, caught a single glimpse of a gaping, drooling maw, and seized Crowley’s hand.
“They’re real in this world, angel!” Crowley shouted in delight, as they raced pell-mell into a forest of unfamiliar plants. “That’s brilliant! Life finds a way.”
Azirapahle hauled his possibly-hysterical partner toward the shelter of a hollow tree. He shoved Crowley into the opening, then squeezed in after him, crushing their bodies together in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
“You…” he hissed. “You… foul fiend.” He meant to sound annoyed, really he did, but instead the words overflowed with affection. “You are ridiculous, and… and I love you so much.”
Crowley somehow managed to wind his snaky arms around Azirapahle despite the close quarters. “I love you too, angel. I’d get eaten by a dinosaur with you any day.”
“Well, if this Earth works the way humans seem to think it should work, then we will have millions of years in which to do that.”
“Or we can just stay right here and cuddle. Seems a sensible way to pass the time.” Crowley tipped ever so slightly forward, until their foreheads were touching.
“Mmm.” Aziraphale closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the love of his existence. “This tree will grow and rot around us, you know.”
“Let it.”
Aziraphale let out a deep sigh of contentment. He had Crowley in his arms, and nothing else mattered.
“What was that sentiment you expressed earlier? Something about life finding a way?”
“Oh, yeah,” Crowley mumbled, his lips so close his breath tickled the hairs on Aziraphale’s neck. “’S a quote from a dinosaur film.”
“Of course it is.”
50 million years of this to look forward to. Or was it 100 million? Regardless, he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Tell me more about these Star Ghosts. And who is… Luke?”
“Tell you later, angel. We’ve got plenty of time for chatting, and I’ve missed out on millennia of kissing already.”
“Yes. Excellent po— Unfh!”
And that was the last thing they said—in words—for several million years.