Large Smoke coloured wings and dark chocolate hair concealed the mostly naked figure of an angel. The angel's shoulders shook as it cried a silent stream of tears, below the base of the wings bloody gashes could be seen.

The angel stiffened as the door opened, a black clad figure strode across the room, "How are you Angel?"

The man's eyes narrowed as he spied the gashes on his angel's back, "Who did this to you?"

He sat beside the angel and let his healing glow wash over his angel's back, slowly the it's wings folded behind him, "You let them come Wyatt." The angel's voice was so soft Phoebe couldn't recognise the source.

Wyatt nuzzled his neck, "I would never…"

"Leave me alone."

"Angel…" he purred, "Angel I'd never let anyone taint you. You have to believe me!"

"Anyone other than you, you mean." He said bitterly, "Wyatt I'm dying here."

"Angel, listen to me baby…I'm in love with you."

The Angel's wings spread out again, cloaking himself from Wyatt, "If you loved me Wyatt, you wouldn't chain me up like an animal."

"Angel…it's for your own protection. If I let you out of here, they would kill you."

It started to rain outside, and the Angel refused to acknowledge Wyatt any further, angrily the Source stood up, "I'll see you tomorrow."