A Night To Remember

Summary: A few months after the showdown with Seamus and Madison Lee, Dylan can't seem to forget a certain bad boy.

Setting: Some time after Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.

Pairing: Dylan/Anthony

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

Dylan..

I remember coming to the same bar when I thought my friends were better off without me. Seamus O'Grady was after them because of my past with him. So I left them, to keep them safe. But I soon realized they probably would be in even more danger without me then when I would stick around. They were my friends after all. We would have to fight this together. We always made a strong team. Now I was here because of an entirely different reason. I wanted to forgot something or better someone. Someone who was supposed to be my enemy. That same someone had saved me from my deranged ex boyfriend, Seamus. Anthony or "Creepy Thin Man" as Alex liked to call him, our favorite assassin. That night on the rooftop of the Theatre he hadn't seemed that "Creepy". I wouldn't have kissed him if I thought he was. I kissed him. I let him kiss me. We kissed eachother. I had no regrets whatsoever. It was hard to believe.

When we talked to Mother Superior I couldn't help but see him in a different light. There was so much to learn about him. Someone who was raised in a Catholic Orphanage couldn't be all bad, I refused to believe that. Everyone has a good side. Well most people that is. And when he saved Max at the Coal Bowl, I just knew there had to be some good inside of him. When we caught each others eyes, I felt some sort of connection between us. It was all very strange.

I wanted to get to know the "real" Anthony. Now that would never happen. He paid a high price when he saved my life. He had kicked Seamus of the roof, or at least he thought he had. It all happened so fast, one minute we were kissing each other and the next.. He got stabbed with his own sword and fell of the roof. Seamus. How I hate him. Even when he is dead, I still hate his guts. He took Anthony away from me. I know it sounds pretty crazy, but I really think it could have worked between us. At least we could have tried but no, that Irish bastard had to ruin everything. I knew I had to let go but it wasn't that easy, not even after 3 months.

I sat down almost at the very end of the bar. I really wasn't in the mood for any guys drooling over my ass like the last time. That same ass Seamus liked so much. It gave me goosebumps just to think about it. I ordered myself a glass of red wine. I took a glance around the place. It wasn't a busy night. There were only two guys sitting on the other end, drinking and laughing. I looked at my drink. Hopefully this would make me feel better. I smiled bitterly and took a sip from it, just trying to forget. What else was there to do?

Anthony..

I really needed to get out of my room. I had been staying in my apartment for nearly 3 months now, recuperating from the fall. Fresh air would be nice for a change. I remember that night like it was only yesterday. Seamus falling on top of me, intense pain ripping through my entire body. Seamus wasn't exactly a very light person. To top it off he had also been pierced by my rapier, in a deadly way. I didn't feel sorry for him in the least. He had deserved it. Sneaking up behind, stabbing me, taking Dylan away from me. No one and I mean no one, did that. Earlier that night that same Irish tug had tried to kill Dylan who I fought a couple of times myself.

She was something special. Not only her hair but everything else about her had this effect on me.. I couldn't explain it. Maybe that's why I kissed her.. Ever since the Coal Bowl, where I killed Emmers in order to save Max, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She had been really surprised when she found out it was I who saved Max. Maybe now she would see that I was able to do good things too. I knew assassination wasn't a very respectable bussiness to be in.

I can't even remember why I choose this path. Maybe the quick money, which I needed to help the Orphanage, to prevent it from closing its doors. I couldn't let that happen. Mother Superior had always taken very good care of me. I felt obligated to return the favour. It was the home of all those children. It wasn't the Way of God, there was nothing good about killing people, but I turned out to be great at this particular 'job'. I could only hope that He would forgive me, someday.

Or maybe he already did. Yes.. thinking about it.. I did survive a fall from a ten story building. I looked up at the sky and smiled. I mouthed a silent "Thank you". I wasn't sure how to interpret His answer when it started to rain. God moved in a mysterious way.. I shook my head and started to walk again. For the first time in quite awhile I felt at peace. I didn't even care if I got totally drenched. But when I came across a local bar I decided to go in and have a drink. It would be nice to relax a little.

The place was as good as empty. There were only a few people inside. Good. I never liked those crowded places anyway. I straightened my jacket, smoothed my hair and walked in. Two very drunk men were sitting in the front. I smiled a small smile as I walked past them. They seemed to enjoy themselves very well. I walked towards the back. A woman had already occupied one of the seats there. I didn't know why but it was as if I knew her. She was sitting almost entirely in the dark and her face was turned away from me. I tried to shake the feeling and went to sit down but when she turned her head and looked at me, I couldn't move. I felt my mouth drop a few inches, but I quickly recovered. Dylan.

Dylan..

I felt as if I had enough to drink. I debated with myself about staying or going home but when I looked over to the window I saw it was raining outside. The staying part won out. Besides that I didn't have anyone waiting for me at home. Nathalie had Pete and Alex had Jason. I ordered myself another glass of wine, before downing its content instantly. Soft music was playing in the background. I closed my eyes and I was momentarily taken back to that night on the rooftop. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. No Dylan, don't you think about him.. It won't do you any good.

I sighed and opened my eyes. I found myself looking directly into a pair of crystal blue eyes. No, it couldn't be.. I had to be dreaming. This was just an illusion or something.. My mind playing tricks on me. Sitting only a few feet away was Anthony, holding his cane in his left hand. Was this real? Oh dear god, let it be real. I wanted him to be real so badly. Anthony. I could see the mutual surprise in his blue ones. For a while we just stared at each other. I didn't know what to say. He was alive! How was this even possible? I saw him getting up from his seat and he slowly walked up to me.

It seemed to last forever. He stopped in front of me and then took the seat next to mine, placing the cane on the counter. Oh God! Maybe I should go.. No! I can't just leave him. Remember Dylan you wanted to get to know him differently. You wanted him to be alive! I tried to calm down but it was extremely hard with the Thin Man, I mean Anthony, sitting right next to me. My heart was pounding like crazy. I didn't remember anyone ever having this effect on me. I couldn't take my eyes of him. It really was him! It wasn't just a dream.. I had no words for it.

He ordered himself a Bacardi Black Ice. He did so by pointing at the bottle. I smirked. Somehow that drink really suited him. Just like that pinstripe suit, the cane and the ever present smell of cigarettes. It was so him. Just his hair wasn't slicked back anymore. Probably because of the rain. A few strands were hanging on each side of his face. Then he turned and looked intentively at me.

I decided to speak up. "You survived.." I didn't know what else to say.. I was still getting over the initial shock. I received a nod from him. There was so much I wanted to say and ask. I just didn't know where to begin. He must have seen me struggling with myself as he smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

"I'm happy you're alive." I blurted out. And I actually meant it too. I then hesitatingly placed my hand on top of his. At first I was afraid that I had been a little too bold but to my surprise he accepted it and gave it a gentle squeeze. I still had trouble believing that this was really happening. I just went out for a drink and ended up sitting next to a man who I thought had died a very violent death. Sometimes life could take some really strange turns. But now I didn't mind because they had given me back my Anthony. Yes.. My Anthony.

Anthony..

I think she was even more surprised than me. I couldn't blame her. She had seen me fall of a roof with my rapier sticking out of my chest. She probably thought I was dead for sure. Even I knew I shouldn't have survived that. It was quite unbelievable. And what were the chances that you ended up at the same bar on a night like this in such a big city?

If it hadn't rained I probably wouldn't have come inside. Could this be sheer coincidence? Or perhaps the work of God, playing match maker? Who knows? Maybe God decided to be merciful on me. Maybe I could still walk the path to redemption. I wanted to try. For me and for her. For once she was in the Dark and I in the Light. My angel was waiting for me. I got up from my seat and walked up to her. I could tell she was nervous. I wanted to assure her that everything would be fine. I sat down next to her and ordered myself a Bacardi Black Ice. From the corner of my eye I saw her smiling at me.

Usually I was pretty good at putting up a cold facade but now I was having a very hard time keeping it that way. I turned to look at her. She was so beautiful when she smiled. She really looked like an Angel. I felt as if I could let my guard down. No cases. No assignments. It was just me and Dylan.

"You survived.." she said and I simply nodded. I could see she was having trouble expressing herself which I completely understood. It wasn't everyday you started a conversation with a man who tried to kill you and your friends, more than once and then saved you. But I didn't want her to be uncomfortable. So I tried my best to be at ease and got rewarded. In return I got a dazzling smile from her. It made my heart leap.

"I'm happy you're alive." I wasn't sure if I heard it right. Did she actually mean it? She looked and sounded so sincere. When her hand touched mine I just knew she meant it. I gave it a light squeeze. I didn't know what I did to deserve this Angel. I only knew I would do anything to keep her.

Dylan..

I didn't want to let go of his hand, afraid that it was indeed just a dream. Reluctantly I let go.. feeling a bit stupid. When I noticed my empty glass I got an idea. "Well.. aren't you going to buy me one?" I asked teasingly, waving the glass in front of him.

A small grin formed on his lips and he nodded. "I'll have the same you are having." He motioned for the Bartender and ordered another Bacardi Black Ice. I could feel that we were both much more at ease than just a couple minutes ago. I made another attempt at conversation. "How?" I asked him, refering to the fall. I wasn't sure if he knew what I meant but then I saw him taking a notepad and fountainpen out of his jacket. He wrote his answer down and then handed me the piece of paper. "I don't know. I guess I got lucky." I smiled and nodded. Very lucky if you ask me.

"Sometimes we have to rely on a little bit of luck." I quietly said. He then took the note out of my hand and began to scribble something on the back before returning it. I had to admit I was rather curious of what he could have written down. I looked at the note in my hand. "Why are you here alone? Where are your friends?"

Part of me was wondering if it was out of concern for me or that he was afraid that Alex and Nathalie would show up and kick his ass. Not that I would have let that happen. I knew I cared for him and from the way he acted I think he cared for me too. They would just have to learn to accept it. I realized that he was waiting for an answer.

"I just needed some time alone. To think certain things over. Seamus. You." He raised his eyebrow at this. "I had a lot of thinking to do after.. You know the Halo Case. You saved me.." He nodded slowly so I went on. "We kissed.. You tried to say something.." I wanted to know what he was trying to tell me so I asked him. "What were you going to say?"

He averted his eyes from me and I saw his hand tightening around the glass. Again, he took the notepad and wrote a few words down. I swallowed hard in anticipation. It would have been better if he could have said it on the roof but Seamus had to ruin that perfect moment. He handed me the note and I took it. "My Angel." He had written down in elegant writing. My Angel? I'm his Angel? HIS Angel. I could feel tears coming to my eyes. He reached out with his hand and caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes at his touch. It felt so right. I opened my eyes and stared at him. "Anthony.." I breathed putting my hand over his.

He represented darkness, one should be afraid of that. I wasn't. I was an Angel after all, and if he'd let me, i'd be his guide. I leaned over and our lips gently brushed. I felt his other hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him, deepening the kiss. Such passion and desperate need that it almost scared me. I have never been kissed like that before. I slowly pulled away and smiled shyly at him. I remembered the reason why I came here in the first place. No, forgetting wasn't an option anymore as I kissed him again.

Anthony..

I couldn't begin to describe how good it felt to just have her around. I really tried to act casual which was undoubtedly hard with our past. It didn't surprise me at all when she asked me about the fall. I didn't want to think about it but I knew she wanted some answers. It was a night I would remember for the rest of my life. Someone like me didn't deserve to live. Luck. It had to be pure luck. Or God. A miracle. I was starting to believe it could be possible. I retrieved my notepad and wrote down that I got lucky. I handed her the note and apparently she agreed. "Sometimes we have to rely on a little bit of luck." She said to me. I guess I got lucky 4 times then.

The things I had experienced were mind blowing and bone chilling. No it wasn't just the everyday routine, I could assure you that. I honestly didn't know how I pulled it off. I found myself a fairly good assassin but I never expected to survive all of that. But I was definitely done with the near death experiences. Another thought came to mind. Where were her friends? They seemed to be the kind of people to hang out together all the time. I took the note out of her hand so I could ask her about it. "I just needed some time alone. To think certain things over. Seamus. You." I knew that Seamus had left a mark on her. But me? Did I really have such an effect on her? Could I win the heart of someone like her?

"I had a lot of thinking to do after.. You know the Halo Case. You saved me." She explained. True. I had saved her. I was on the other side of the roof when I heard her scream and I immediately rushed over. Rapier in hand, ready to take on anyone. Especially one particular person. I nodded at her. "We kissed.. You tried to say something.." She continued. A memorable night. Too bad it had to end the way it did.

"What were you going to say?" She suddenly asked me. I remember me trying to speak after almost 30 years of silence. I never spoke to anyone. Not even to Mother Superior. But that night, I had tried. I had trouble looking at her. All of a sudden I started to feel incredibly nervous. I stared at my glass, holding onto it as if my life depended on it. This was my chance. I wanted to TELL her, but I couldn't. Not now. Not yet.

So once again I took the notepad and decided to write it down. I was hoping she wouldn't be too disappointed. I handed her the small note and I saw her taking a deep breath before looking at it. I guess I wasn't the only one with nerves. 'My Angel' I had written down. She looked at me and I could see tears in a pair of green eyes. Tears of happiness? Of joy? Anything related would do.

That beautiful face, that wonderful smile and not to mention that fiery hair.. I reached out to touch her cheek. Her soft skin was warm against the palm of my hand. She opened her eyes and stared back at me and when she said my name in a near whisper, I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. I couldn't stop looking at her. As soon as her lips touched mine, I knew I was in Heaven.

I didn't want to hold back, didn't want to freeze up although it was nearly impossible with those lucious red lips of hers who were taunting me. I gently but firmly pulled her closer. For a moment I got distracted with all that gorgeous hair but I decided not to pull out any hair tonight. After a few seconds she responded with an equal desire. I think we were both pretty much out of air when she pulled away from me and a little smile played across her lips. It made me want to kiss her again..and again.. But she beat me to it when her lips came crushing down on mine. This was definitely heaven. But how did I ever manage to get up there? Maybe the past didn't matter after all.