Her back was pressed against the door but she could still feel the pounding on the other side of it.

"ANGEL!"

Just stop, Fred, just stop.

"ANGEL PLEASE! OPEN THE DOOR!" Tears poured down her cheeks.

"No, Fred." She whispered.

"I'M SORRY, OKAY?" His voice broke and his body fell against the wooden barrier between them. "I'm sorry."

It's not that easy.

"Just open the door, dammit just open it!" He rammed into it again, causing her body to jerk away. She hugged her knees to herself and pushed back up against it.

"GO AWAY!" She screamed finally, feeling her lungs tighten. "Please!"
"NO!" He yelled back. "Angel, I just want to TALK!" Another shove. Her body jerked away again and she pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. "I'M SORRY!" His fists were pounding on the door and she could hear the tears in his voice. "I'll CHANGE!"

"No. No, you won't."

"SHE'S NOTHING TO ME! I SWEAR!"

I was right there.

"Lina." His voice was a ragged whisper, now, a mindless pleading for her. "Lina I can't lose you."

His palms were pressed against the door, his forehead resting just below the peephole. "I love you."

"No."

"I love you."

"Don't."

"I LOVE YOU! DON'T YOU BLOODY HEAR ME?!" The pounding ensued. She curled up tighter, still shaking.

"Angelina - " His lips peeled away from hers and Angelina stood there in the door, limp. "Ange - "

"Oh my God."

"Fred - " Verity tugged a blanket over herself, abashed.

"It's not, Angie, it's not what it looks like - " He climbed off the bed, clambered into his jeans. She couldn't make her body move. Her head was shaking, tears building up in the corners of her eyes.

"How could you…" And then she regained mobility.

"Wait!" But she was gone. He'd come right behind her, but when he'd reached the door, it was locked. And now-

"You lied." She whispered.

"BABY! COME ON! LET ME EXPLAIN!" Another shove.

"NO!" She retaliated, getting up, her legs wobbly and her head dizzy. "Go away Fred! You bloody bastard!"

"But I LOVE YOU!" He yelled desperately.

"I LOVE YOU TOO!" She forced herself to look through the peephole, and there he was, wearing only his jeans, his fiery red hair sticking to tear stained cheeks, his beautiful blue eyes desperately locked on the door. He was panting, his hands pushing on it, as if he could make it budge, as if his willpower would somehow, some way, force it to open. "You broke me Fred." She whispered, looking away from him.

"I can fix it. Just let me try."

"No." She stated firmly. "Go away." He rammed his fist into the door again roughly.

"DON'T DO THIS!" He yelled. "I CAN'T!" She cringed, wondering how she still had tears to cry.

"You're not coming in Fred. Not now, not ever." He heard the tone of determination in her voice and his stomach jerked. He took a few steps back, dazed.

"I'll be back, Angel. I'll be at this door everyday until you let me in." He started to walk away, but then he heard her trembling voice carry through the wood.

"Don't hold your breath."

FIN.