Author's Note – the idea randomly…very randomly decided to pop into my head. Here you go. And to fill you in so that you won't be confused…Mimi died a month previous to this story…and Natasha is Collins and Angel's daughter.

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"Your parents are just good for nothing fags. You hear me? Fags…nothing more, everything less."

The teenage girl's green eyes filled with tears.

"Sorry, Natasha, tears can't help you now. Actually…they never did in the first place…"

Her mouth dropped open.

The bully seemed to be winding up to ridicule the poor girl again, but the redhead spoke first.

"You know what, Christian? I haven't heard too much good shit about your family, either."

Christian recoiled. He hadn't expected Natasha to stand up to him. After all, she never had before…He recovered quickly, though. "Oh yeah? Like what? Can't be any worse than your faggot family's shit."

Natasha set her jaw and breathed heavily. "Well…actually, it all depends on how you look at it. Yeah, your family's 'perfect.' There's the bleach blonde mom, the perfect dad, brother and sister…fuck, I bet you even have a golden retriever. But tell me, Christian…is your family in the least bit happy? And that's not rhetorical."

The brunette honestly didn't know what to say to Natasha. "Um…no…" he mumbled.

"I didn't think so. Now, if you please, take a look at my family. My parents, for instance. Never in my sixteen years of living have I seen a happier, more in-love couple. Who gives a shit if they're two men? They're happy and they love each other…and that's all that matters. I know that sounds incredibly cliché, but it's true. My entire crazy family is happier than hell, despite what people may say are imperfections."

The tall boy stood, speechless, as the bouncy, short redhead stalked away.

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Natasha burst into the apartment ten minutes later. She threw her backpack on the floor and ran into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Angel whirled around and saw her daughter's bag on the floor. Collins came out of the bedroom he and Angel shared, looking grumpy. His expression softened when he took notice of the black book bag. "Oh. Let me go talk to her…I heard that there was a big car wreck by the school…she might be achy again."

Angel nodded. She remembered it all too clearly.

Flashback

"WHAT?!" Natasha wailed. "How?!"

"Tasha, sweetie, I don't know…but everything happens for a reason." Angel hated having to tell her daughter this awful news.

"But…things like this don't happen to people like me…I don't get it…is…is he really gone?"

"Yes, honey…the impact of the car killed him instantly…so he was never in any pain."

"That's exactly what the problem is! He was killed…I don't understand…at all…why him?"

"Tash, baby, I don't know…all things happen for a reason. Most of the time, we don't understand the reason, but it happens just the same."

"But…" The small teenager broke into tears. "Why? Jonathan was perfect…we even talked about getting married…Angel…I…I love him. And I didn't even realize it until now."

"Oh Natasha, darling, I think you should go talk to Maureen. Or Roger."

"Alright…I'm gonna go talk to them…can they be in the same room without fighting?"

"If the situation is as dire as this is, yes."

"Okay."

And with that, Natasha kissed Angel on the cheek and slumped out the door and upstairs to the top floor loft.

End flashback

"And…she also might be having guy problems…"

Angel walked over to Collins and wrapped her arms around him. "Um…I don't think either one of us would be able to give her the guy advice she would need, baby. That's why we have Mo, Mark, and Roger. Are you sure you want to talk to her?"

"True…yes, I can talk to her this time…you do it more often than not…it's my turn."

"Alright. Good luck."

"Thanks…I'm thinking I'm gonna need it."

Angel pecked Collins on the lips encouragingly.

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"Tasha?" Can I come in?"

"What? Yeah, hang on a sec." Natasha cleaned up her floor and pulled on a sweatshirt, one that had once belonged to Mark. She then walked over to the door and opened it.

To Collins' relief, she wasn't attempting suicide again; as she had when Jonathan had died…she was just reading magazines…so the circumstance couldn't have been too awful. "What's up, honey? Everything okay at school?" he asked, walking into the room and sitting on Natasha's bed.

"Mmhm…everything's…fine."

Collins noticed her hesitation. "No…no it's not. I can tell…what's going on? Please tell me."

Natasha gave in, explaining the whole ordeal in vivid detail. When she was done, she was doing everything in her power to hold tears back. Collins, once again, noticed.

"Tash? You're allowed to cry, ya know. It's a free country."

The redhead nodded and blinked, causing all the dammed up tears to overflow.

The tall, comforting man pulled her close and held her tight until she was done crying.

Once she finished, she said, "Alright, I told you the story…who can tell me what to do?"

"Mark," Collins answered instantly.

Mark was Natasha's role model. She adored every move he made. All the Bohemians were afraid of her growing a camera into her right hand. She also had a movie star crush on Mark…so anything he said to do...Natasha would to it.

"Okay, I will…as soon as I finish my homework and catch up with Angel…I haven't been able to really talk to her in a while."

Collins smiled. "That's my girl. Oh, before I go, I had one more question. I heard about the car wreck over by the school…and I thought it might make you tender about Jon again…" Natasha opened her mouth to speak, but Collins put his hands up. "Ah, ah, ah…I'm not done. I can see it in your eyes that you're hurting. Talk to Roger…he understands completely."

"Alright…I will. Thank you so much. I love you."

"Love you too, sweetie."

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