Before the Water Rises

As Aziraphale walked among the perfumed groves, he held out his hand and the trees he touched went from blossom to fruit with a delighted shiver. It was a sullen kind of rebellion, to spend miracles so frivolously. It was as if he were declaring to the world that the people who weren't on the ark still deserved something good, something precious and divine.
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The water is coming, and on their own, Aziraphale and Crawley have no idea what to do or how to do it. Together, however, things may be a little different.