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"Oh goodness, I'm never gonna hear the end of it." He flopped back down on the bed, looking over at Angel. "Yeah, fun for you maybe. Though I'm glad you took joy in my suffering"

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Angel bit her lip as she took the clothes. “Yeah I didn’t think about that.” She folded the clothes up quickly and put them in a pile. “It was still fun though.”

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He had fucked up, that much Collins knew as he walked down the busy New York streets, mentally kicking himself. How could he have been so misunderstanding? He looked out across the crowd, thinking he had spotted the familiar face of Angel. "Ang?" The professor called, holding his flowers behind his back. "Angel?" Please don't hate me, please don't have me.

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Angel stayed against the wall for a while before shakily standing up. She leaned against the wall and wiped her eyes before slowly beginning to walk again. It was only then she realised how truly lost she was. As she began to walk in what she thought was the correct direction, she kept her eyes out for Collins, hoping to see him even if it was just to apologise. Even though she knew he would probably never want to see her again.

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Collins' eyes flashed in anger at the man's words, stepping forward. "No, she's not dead, though that's what I was hoping you'd be. You don't deserve to live, you're a sorry excuse of a man." He spat, his voice raising as he spoke. Collins was beyond furious, just from what he had said, not to mention all of the previous build up.

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Angel shamelessly hid behind Collins, genuinely terrified of her father. As they approached him, Ricardo looked at the pair in disgust, it was only when he saw Angel did his eyes narrow. He went up to them and dragged Angel away from Collins. “So you aren’t dead. That’s a shame. Maybe we can change that.”

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Collins put a finger to Angel's lips, silencing her. "Now, Angel, this is where I first saw you, and you became a literal angel of the first degree. You saved me, and took care of me, and loved me and let me love you in return. I don't know where I'd even be without you. You're my everything, my stars, my moon, and sun. I couldn't imagine never having met you, my life would be empty. I love you more than anything, so.." He dropped to one knee, pulling out a small box from his pocket. The anarchist had saved up to get this, "Will you marry me?" He opened the box to show a small diamond ring, glancing up at Angel.

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Angel looked at the alley, quickly realising it was where they first met. It still didn’t clear anything up though. “Collins what are we doing here? Please tell me. I can’t remember the last time you have smiled so much.”

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"Good," Collins stood and undressed himself, handing the clothing back to Angel and getting back into his usual clothes. "But Mark is going to for sure tell Roger, and Roger's definitely going to tell Mo, and Mo's not going to shut up about it."

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Angel laughed. “Hey, they aren’t that small.” She smiled and nodded. “Yeah of course you can. And we will never discuss this again. Although I have to show Mark because that’s the only way that I got to borrow the camera.”

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Taking a deep breath, Collins stood, pulling his beanie further down his head as he did when nervous. He moved for the door, pulling it open and walking down the stairs and outside. He dug around in his pocket, hoping he had a little bit of cash on him at least. Pulling out a few ones and a five, the anarchist walked to a street vendor, buying the most beautiful apology flowers he could afford. Now to find Angel.

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Angel didn’t know where she was going, and quite frankly didn’t care. She had to get away from everything. The building and… oh God Collins. Did he think that she wished they had never met? Oh crap this was such a mess. She slowly slumped down against the wall and sat on the pavement, crying.

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Collins nodded firmly, "Don't be sorry, you have no reason to be," He stepped back from around the corner, keeping Angel's hand in his as he sought out Angel's father once more in the crowd. Once spotted, Collins started to approach him, staying in front of Angel protectively.

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Angel looked up at Collins and nodded. “Ok.” She wiped a few tears and stood up, suddenly determined. “Let’s do this, I’ll be alright I promise.” She gave a small smile. “I’m sorry about that.”

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Collins could only grin, lacing his fingers with Angel's as he tugged her along. He continued until they were over by Mark and Roger's building, the toothy grin never leaving his face as he led her into the alley beside it. "Well, here we are." He looked at Angel, eyes bright.

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It was safe to say Angel was thoroughly confused. She had been sitting in the couch, minding her own business when Collins had decided to drag her out of the house into the street. As they were ontheirway Angel finally asked the question that had been bugging her. “Collins honey, what the hell is going on?”

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The heart monitor went dead and Collins’ head snapped up, suddenly aware of what was happening. Could she really be-? No, no.. This was just a nightmare, again.

But it was too real, the sound to piercingly loud, Angel’s limp body still warm under his arms. Collins hung his head, a sob wracking his body. Gone, gone, gone.

The anarchist stayed that way for a moment before nurses rushed in, helping him out of the hospital bed and gently easing him out of the room. Collins didn’t want to leave yet, he wanted to stay holding Angel- not Angel- and wasn’t quite sure his legs would hold him steady. A younger nurse helped him to the pristine little holding room, sitting him down in a chair gently. She knew he was fragile, and talked to him slowly and clearly. Collins nodded absently, not really comprehending the words and she patted his shoulder and was gone with a glance of despair and pity.  

Angel was dead.

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Angel took a short, shaky breath and looked up at her lover. “I love you, thanks for everything Collins.” After a few moments, she took one last breath, her eyes still focused on Collins.

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Imagine your OTP in matching Halloween costumes.

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"Probably not, you do have some tiny ass feet." He murmured teasingly, rolling over to better face Angel. "Can I take this off now and get back into my wonderful plaid shirts?"

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Angel stroked the wig Collins was wearing, trying to comfort him. She gave a small smile when he mentioned the heels. “Yeah, I don’t think you would fit in any of my heels anyway.”

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on a scale from Tom Collins to Dean Winchester  how madly in love are you with an Angel?

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Collins was alarmed by a slap upon his cheek, looking up as Angel screeched at him. Soon she was gone, slamming their apartment door as she left. Collins was dumbfounded, it has all happened so fast and then realization hit him. Oh. Oh. Well, shit, Collins, you big dumbass. The anarchist ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily. Could it be true what she had said? Or was Angel just speaking out of spite and anger?

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Angel rolled her eyes and slapped Collins’ cheek. “YOU SAID I’M NOT A REAL WOMAN!” She shouted and picked up her coat. She stormed over "I wish we had never met.” She turned around again and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

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He nodded at the request, "O-of course." The man slipped behind Angel and into the small hospital bed, wrapping his large arms around her frail frame. 

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Suddenly Angel began shaking again, but worse than before. She could barely get the words out. “C…Collins. Please hold me.”

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Collins nodded, looking at the tall man, he was about the same height as him from what he could tell. The professor looked back at Angel as she slumped to the ground, crouching in front of her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he leaned forward to brush his lips across her forehead. "It's okay, love, I won't let him touch you."

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Angel looked around the corner nervously and pointed at a tall, large man. He looked nothing like Angel, except his height and short hair. Angel dashed around the corner again and sat on the floor, tears in her eyes.”I thought I would be ok. But just seeing him again.” She trembled.

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I don't know what we could possibly do with this but I'm just laughing

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Collins raised an eyebrow, looking at Angel with a puzzled gaze. "Angel, what the hell are you talking about? You know damn well that I've accepted you, and I know where you're coming from. What the hell is wrong with you?" 

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Angel took a deep breath and looked at Collins. “I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true. I thought that I had found someone who finally accepted me for who I am. And not only that but understood where I was coming from. Apparently not though.”