A/N: I'm sorry I've been slacking off. School is robbing me of all my creative energies...

Angel briskly walked down the alleyway,silently cursing herself for deciding to take this shortcut. She was cold,she could barley see, and above all, she was nervous. Her lover, Collins had come down with a mild flu and was feeling crappy (literally) all day. It pained her to see him so sick. She left him a note (covered in X's and O's) and slipped out of their apartment to buy him some Tylenol while he was taking a nap.

Even so, she knew that walking alone down an alleyway in New York City was not the smartest thing to do…especially at night. She let out a soft sigh,wanting to get home to Collins. Fearful of breaking her ankle in her platform heels, she narrowed her eyes, side stepping garbage…the hazy moonlight was hardly enough to judge by.

Suddenly, as if in a nightmare, she became aware of heavy footsteps and the harsh breathing of a male behind her…tearing her out of her thoughts. She shivered,this time out of fear. Her heart skipped a beat…she just knew this guy was trouble. Call it female intuition. She instinctively clutched her grocery bag tighter and picked up her pace. To her horror, she heard the creeps' footsteps speed up as well.

Panic tightened in her chest and tears threatened to spill over. Her mind was racing. What should I do? Run? What if he catches me? I'm dead if he gets me…

Then an idea came to her. It was a long shot and crazy but she was desperate. This might have been her only chance. She swallowed her nerves and began her plan ,acting as natural as possible…

"So," she chirped in a cute, somewhat shrill voice. Casual. Keeping her gaze straight ahead "What shall we do tonight? The night is still young, you know. How about we got to a bar?"

Angel tried not to cringe,feeling very stupid, she answered herself in her best deep,masculine voice: "Why? So you can flirt with other men? You're nothing but a slut and you know it."

She heard the man behind her give a confused,unsure grunt and slow in pace. She grinned to herself and kept on going. Alternating rapidly between the two voices…

"How dare you call me that,you bastard! If you weren't so awful in bed I wouldn't have to go out looking for other men! I have needs and they must be met!"

"Oh really? You sure as hell weren't complaining about my bed skills last night."

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! You're a pig and I'm leaving you! I should've left you a long time ago!"

"FINE!! GO THEN!"

"Okay! I will!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!!!"

By this point, the mans' footsteps ceased entirely. After a second or two of praying she willed herself to slowly turn around…

The man was gone. He was gone!

Relief flooded her and she sighed. She let out an exhilarated laugh…not believing her luck.

She grinned to herself….and the Oscar goes to…

Not wasting another second, Angel broke out in a full run to the apartment she shared with Collins. She would have one hell of a story to tell him when she got home…

THE END