Ignorance Can Leave You Dead
Summary: Angel and Collins are in an accident, and the first EMT to arrive on the scene doesn't agree with the cross dresser and her homosexual lover.
Disclaimer: Larson wouldn't do this to his characters, so it must be mine.
Thank you, Jonathan Larson
Chapter 1: Accident
Angel sat in the passenger of a grey escort, Collins at the wheel. The rented car sped down the interstate, heading for New Jersey.
"You still nervous?" Collins asked, meeting his lover's anxious stare.
"More and more with ever minute passing," she told him.
"Angel," he laughed, "my family will love you, don't worry." She gave him a smile, and he reached over to grab her hand. He gave it a supporting squeeze, but didn't let go.
A blue Grand Prix zoomed pass, making Angel's heart lurch.
"Be careful," she warned, eyeing the busy traffic.
"Don't worry," he said yet again, not letting go of her hand.
"I just—" she stopped herself, watching the car in front of the lurch to the side. Collins involuntarily swerved towards the shoulder, only to lose control of the small car.
A scream rang out, but was muted by the gnashing of iron and stone. Spark flew from the cement wall on the passenger side, and before it was over, there was darkness.
