So this idea came to me when I was watching the Rent DVD with my friend and she said that she thought that Roger and Angel would make a cute but odd couple. Yea so this goes out to Lee!
I own nothing. Mr. Larson owns everything! r&r please! mkay? thx!
Angel was walking down the street at one in the morning. She began to regret meeting her friend so late at night without telling Collins.
She pulled her jacket tightly around her. Yeah, this was definitely a bad idea.
A man dressed in all black stepped out in front of her. She bumped into him and muttered a, "Sorry."
He grinned evilly at her. "Where do you think your going this late at night, sweetie?"
Angel ignored him and kept walking. "Hey! I'm talking to you, bitch! I'm lonely."
Angel turned to face him. He squinted his eyes and jumped back. "What the fuck? You're a man!" She decided he wasn't worth her time and kept walking.
He grabbed her arm. "That doesn't mean I'm not interested, though." he said, quietly.
"Get your damn hands of me!" Angel yelled.
He grinned and raised his eye brows. "You're a fiery he/she I see."
Angel took off running but he caught her and slammed her against a building. "Not so fast." The more Angel fought, the more the man smiled.
He threw her down to the ground. Angel whimpered when a rusty pipe that was lying on the sidewalk struck her side. She looked down and saw blood quickly coming out and staining her yellow shirt.
The man sat on her hips and bent down to kiss her. "Help! Please!" Angel yelled.
The man punched her in the face and covered her mouth.
Her cries didn't go unheard because within a few moments the man was dragged off of her. Angel looked up and saw Roger punching the man in the face. Soon the man stopped moving and Angel attempted to sit up.
Roger paused and then walked over to Angel. "Are you alright?" he asked softly. She smiled and nodded.
"I'm fine, thank you."
Roger kneeled down beside her and frowned when he saw her bleeding. "You need to go the hospital, Angel."
Angel shook her head frantically. "No. I'm good." Roger helped her to her feet. Angel stumbled a little and Roger caught her.
"We have to take you. I think you might need stitches."
Angel pulled away from Roger. "No, I don't want to go back there. I'm fine." She looked at her attacker. "Is he, um, dead?" she asked quietly.
"No, just knocked out."
"Oh, damn." She muttered. Roger chuckled a little and grabbed Angel's arm.
"Well, if we're not going to the hospital then let's go back to my place. Mark and I can take a look at you to make sure your alright."
Angel nodded and smiled at him. "Okay, but what do we do with him?" she asked kicking the man in the head gently.
"We'll call the police, okay?"
"Yup."
Angel attempted to walk the rest of the way with the usual bounce she always has in her step, but it was too tiring. She slowed down her pace and Roger looked back at her, concerned. "Can you make it the rest of the way?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired and cold." She shivered, but continued to walk.
Roger shrugged out of his leather jacket and handed it to her.
"Oh no, Roger, it's too cold out. You wear it."
Roger shook his head. "No. I don't want you to get too cold. I don't know much, but I do know that when a person is suffering from blood loss they feel cold."
Angel smiled weakly and took the coat. She slipped it on. Roger looked at her and laughed. Angel pouted. "What? Does it look ridiculous?"
"Oh no, Angel, it's so you!" Roger said, still laughing. Angel frowned.
"Fine." she said and took off the coat.
"No, what are you doing?"
"I look foolish!" Angel said attempting to hand Roger his coat back.
"You'd rather freeze to death, then wear something that does go with you outfit?"
"Yes."
"Angel put on the damn coat. It looks fine. Really."
Angel put the jacket back on and they walked to Roger's apartment.
Roger opened the door and sat Angel down on the couch. "Don't move. I'll go get Mark."
Angel nodded and Roger walked into Mark's room. Mark and Roger came out a few minuets later. "Oh my God, Angel, are you alright?" he asked, rushing over to her.
"I'm fine, Mark." Mark looked down and noticed that her hand was pressed tightly against her side. Mark gently moved her hand and saw the blood.
"Angel you have to go to the hospital. This could get infected and the bleeding doesn't seem to be slowing down."
Angel folded her arms and shook her head. "Roger, why didn't you take her to the doctor?"
Roger sat up. "What you don't think I tried? She wouldn't go!"
Angel yawned and leaned against a pillow that was rested on the couch. "Can we talk about this later? I'm too tired."
"Just answer me something, okay?" Mark asked Angel. She nodded.
"What was the guy trying to do?"
Angel stiffened. "I don't- I mean I'm not positive. He was shouting something at me and then he noticed that I was a drag queen and he got more intrigued when I yelled at him I guess. He threw to the ground. I guess he was trying to, well you know."
"Yeah. Just rest Angel. But we are going to take you to the hospital tomorrow, okay?"
Angel nodded weakly and squirmed around on the couch trying to get comfortable. Every time she moved she winced.
Mark and Roger watched her and then Roger walked over to her. "Angel, you take my bed, okay? I'm fine on the couch."
Angel nodded and Roger helped Angel walk over to his room.