Title: Finding
Author: some-idiot-with-nothing-better-to-do
Summary: Post-Rent. A girl with a baby shows up to the loft looking for Angel.
Thomas Collins, professor and anarchist, came to home sweet home, the loft, after a grueling day of teaching.
"Those kids are never going to get ahead in life if they don't assert themselves and try to learn something in my class." He said to himself.
The bohemian loft, which he had moved back into a few weeks earlier, was empty, so he had a chance to enjoy the solitude of alone time. He had but his stuff down on the table and lied down on the coach, which had certainly seen better days, and fell asleep.
Tap-Tap-Tap
"Huh?" Collins thought he heard a bird tapping at the window and brushed it off.
Tap-Tap-Tap… Knock-Knock-Knock
"Oh Fuck. Come on." Someone was knocking on the door. 'If Roger forgot his key again I swear I am going to throw his damn guitar out the window for waking me up.'
Groggily he yelled "Hold on" to the door and got up to answer it. Looking out the peephole he saw that it wasn't Roger, but a young woman. "Hi", he said as he turned the doorknob.
"Hello. I'm sorry to bother you sir, but I'm looking for someone and I wonder if you can help me."
Collins looked at the woman in front of him and noticed that she was pretty tall for a woman and reminded him of someone, but he couldn't figure it out. 'Probably one of Roger's groupies or a 'friend' of Mimi's.
"I would glad to be of your assistance, but I'll just need to know who you are looking for."
"Do you know a man named Angel Dumott Schunard?"
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A/N : Yeh that's my opening chapter. How do you like it? Bit of a cliff hanger.
This is yet another one of my stories that is helping me through my writer's block.
Don't worry the continuation of my other stories is on my to-do list as soon as I sort some things that are going on around my life.