Anything More To His Life?

Summary: 10 years before he met her, Angel made some bad choices in his life, he's now an ex-con, who has served his time, and wants to find someone he loves, and loves him back, and to start a family. (Everyone deserves a second chance.) Angel/Faith AU (Not for people who hate to see Angel in pain…at first)

Rating: R

Prologue-10 Years Earlier

(Don't kill me)

Angel ran down a street, he ducked into an ally, the cops were chasing him again. He usually got away. Not this time he was surrounded. No escape. He was going to court. Going to jail. Going to hell. He wanted to escape. Escape his life. He was hurting, emotionally, he had hurt Buffy, but she never really cared for him. And suddenly he was surrounded. Free life was over with.

Now ten years later, he was being let out, he was charged with robbery, for a lesser sentence he turned in his friends, he was going on parole, and they were facing the gas chamber, a lethal injection, or the chair. He had made a lot of enemies. He would have to be careful. He wanted, no earned his redemption, felt extreme remorse, but worse yet, he had hurt the one he loved. She was the most dangerous of them all. He wanted her forgiveness the most, but would never ask for it.

He walked into the sunlight, it was noon. He was dressed in casual clothing. Nothing odd about him. He walked down the sidewalk. He walked into someone, papers spilled onto the ground.

"Shit!" the girl shouted.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Angel said helping her pick up her papers.

Angel looked up as he handed her the papers. She was pretty, no more than that radiant. Soft brown hair, hopeful, dark eyes. Glowing skin, radiant. He thought to himself. Perfect. He could tell she was a lawyer. She had the look of it, she put the papers in her briefcase.

"I am so sorry," Angel said.

"You already said that, and its okay," she said.

"I should have been watching were I was going," Angel said again.

"Hey, didn't you hear me? I said it was okay," she said kindly.

Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me. Please put that heavy metal object down. Please, please, please, please, don't hurt me. I'm sorry, it sounded better in my head. I'll update as long as you point that gun in another direction.

I own nothing, All things Angel are owned by Joss Wedon.

-Out