Queen for a day Part 3
November 27th, 1991
Crowley couldn't go inside. Of course the funeral would be held at a church. He couldn't fault anyone that. And if he did try to go inside, the pain would be too much for him to stay quiet. It would be extremely disrespectful for him to be in that state under the circumstances. So he stood outside on the sidewalk, wishing for the first time in a long time that he had never actually fallen. There weren't many people in attendance but Freddie would have liked it that way. Just family and close friends. Crowley was still standing on the sidewalk outside the church when people started coming out. The first person to notice him was Brian.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Brian practically growled as he made his way over to Crowley.
"You know why I'm here." Crowley said. He noticed that Roger and John were heading in their direction.
"So you couldn't be there for him, you couldn't even attend the service and you think you're welcome here?" Brian's fists were clenched.
"Brian....I couldn't...." Crowley started. Roger came up and put a hand on Brian's shoulder.
"He can't come into a church, Brian." He was trying to keep the other man calm. Brian looked at Roger for a moment and then looked back at Crowley.
"You could have stopped this. You could have saved him." If looks could kill Crowley would have been dead on the spot.
"You need to stop talking about things you don't understand." Crowley was now clenching his fists.
"If you really loved him the way you said you did, you would have saved him." Brian stood up straight just long enough to get knocked flat on his ass. Crowley lashed out, punching Brian hard enough to break his nose. He didn't even care that he was currently standing on consecrated ground.
"Do not talk about what you don't understand, Brian." He said again.
"Brian, stop it." Roger tried to help him to his feet. John was on Brian's other side.
"And what don't I understand, huh? What is it that you know that I don't?" Brian shook Roger and John off and stepped closer to Crowley.
"You think I didn't offer? That I didn't tell him I could heal him? You think I just let this happen?" Crowley's nails were now digging into his palms.
"Then why didn't you?" Brian just kept glaring.
"Because he told me not to." Crowley stepped back a little bit. "There were....consequences he wasn't willing to accept."
"Consequences? What kind of consequences could be worse than dying?" Brian was ready to swing at Crowley.
"An eternity in Hell." Crowley was starting to calm down a bit now. "In case you've forgotten, Brian, I am a fucking demon." As if to make a point, Crowley had to step back off the church grounds. It had gotten to the point that he couldn't handle it anymore. "Anytime I heal someone, it risks their soul."
"He wouldn't have wanted that." John said, trying to pull Brian back. "Come on, let's go...." People were starting to get curious about what was going on.
"You should have done it anyway." Brian shook John off again and stormed off.
"Fuck you, Brian." Crowley was trying to hold it together but he was unraveling.
"He's just....he's mad. He's gotta take it out on somebody." Roger tried to explain and Crowley shook his head.
"Don't, Roger. Just....don't." He sighed. He watched Brian walk away for a minute before just turning and walking the other direction. Everything that Brian had said were things that Crowley said to himself. He left the Bentley where it was parked and took a walk. There was no way that he was going to be able to drive in his current state. He angrily wiped at the tears rolling down his cheeks as he just kept walking with no particular destination in mind.
Crowley couldn't go inside. Of course the funeral would be held at a church. He couldn't fault anyone that. And if he did try to go inside, the pain would be too much for him to stay quiet. It would be extremely disrespectful for him to be in that state under the circumstances. So he stood outside on the sidewalk, wishing for the first time in a long time that he had never actually fallen. There weren't many people in attendance but Freddie would have liked it that way. Just family and close friends. Crowley was still standing on the sidewalk outside the church when people started coming out. The first person to notice him was Brian.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Brian practically growled as he made his way over to Crowley.
"You know why I'm here." Crowley said. He noticed that Roger and John were heading in their direction.
"So you couldn't be there for him, you couldn't even attend the service and you think you're welcome here?" Brian's fists were clenched.
"Brian....I couldn't...." Crowley started. Roger came up and put a hand on Brian's shoulder.
"He can't come into a church, Brian." He was trying to keep the other man calm. Brian looked at Roger for a moment and then looked back at Crowley.
"You could have stopped this. You could have saved him." If looks could kill Crowley would have been dead on the spot.
"You need to stop talking about things you don't understand." Crowley was now clenching his fists.
"If you really loved him the way you said you did, you would have saved him." Brian stood up straight just long enough to get knocked flat on his ass. Crowley lashed out, punching Brian hard enough to break his nose. He didn't even care that he was currently standing on consecrated ground.
"Do not talk about what you don't understand, Brian." He said again.
"Brian, stop it." Roger tried to help him to his feet. John was on Brian's other side.
"And what don't I understand, huh? What is it that you know that I don't?" Brian shook Roger and John off and stepped closer to Crowley.
"You think I didn't offer? That I didn't tell him I could heal him? You think I just let this happen?" Crowley's nails were now digging into his palms.
"Then why didn't you?" Brian just kept glaring.
"Because he told me not to." Crowley stepped back a little bit. "There were....consequences he wasn't willing to accept."
"Consequences? What kind of consequences could be worse than dying?" Brian was ready to swing at Crowley.
"An eternity in Hell." Crowley was starting to calm down a bit now. "In case you've forgotten, Brian, I am a fucking demon." As if to make a point, Crowley had to step back off the church grounds. It had gotten to the point that he couldn't handle it anymore. "Anytime I heal someone, it risks their soul."
"He wouldn't have wanted that." John said, trying to pull Brian back. "Come on, let's go...." People were starting to get curious about what was going on.
"You should have done it anyway." Brian shook John off again and stormed off.
"Fuck you, Brian." Crowley was trying to hold it together but he was unraveling.
"He's just....he's mad. He's gotta take it out on somebody." Roger tried to explain and Crowley shook his head.
"Don't, Roger. Just....don't." He sighed. He watched Brian walk away for a minute before just turning and walking the other direction. Everything that Brian had said were things that Crowley said to himself. He left the Bentley where it was parked and took a walk. There was no way that he was going to be able to drive in his current state. He angrily wiped at the tears rolling down his cheeks as he just kept walking with no particular destination in mind.
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