February Event: Meet-Cute Marathon: I was watching that hot jogger while driving out of the neighbourhood but got distracted and crashed but i just woke up in a hospital room and said hot jogger is at my bedside because apparently they're the one who called the ambulance.

a/n: hey guys, I'm back and definitely gonna finish this collection now! This lovely challenge lasts for the whole of february. :D

W.C: 973

Only Angel

The first time Sirius lays eyes on Remus, he drives his motorcycle straight into the curb and goes flying headfirst onto the pavement. It's not his finest moment, but it certainly isn't his worst either. In all his twenty-five years of living, it's only fitting that this is the way Sirius dies.

In the presence of an angel.

Or was it finally the angel of death coming for him in some sort of divine retribution for causing mischief on others in his youth?

Sirius doesn't know and doesn't care because he knows what he saw. There was an angel standing on the pavement just outside the coffee shop Sirius frequents often. Sirius' stomach fluttered alive with butterflies when he met those amber eyes. He felt the world stop for a short moment before his body jerked itself off his bike.

He hears faint screams around him and the next thing he knows there's a soft voice above him, "There's an ambulance coming soon. Just hold on," and a hand in his hair.

Sirius blinks at the angel and tries to raise a hand to paw at the man's face instead it falls pathetically on his chest. Now that the angel's up close, Sirius is only a tad disappointed when he can't see a halo or wings, but what does he actually know about angels anyway.

"Oh, no, everything's going to be okay. There isn't that much blood," the angel says gently.

Sirens sound in the distant and Sirius closes his eyes, despite the angel's protest, and lets himself be lulled into a safe place. If his time comes while he's in the arms of an angel so be it.

So imagine his surprise when he so rudely gets jostled out of the man's lap. He whines and reaches for a hand.

"What, no, stop." Sirius opens his eyes and reaches for the angel's hand. "Aren't you supposed to take me?"

"Holy crap. Fuck." The EMT guy curses and Sirius takes his gaze off the angel to stare unabashedly into his best mate's face. "Why aren't I surprised it's you?" James turns to the angel and smiles apologetically. "I'm so sorry for the trouble he's put you in."

The angel nods slowly, glancing between Sirius and James with curiosity, but Sirius notes with delight that he still hasn't let go of his hand. "It's okay. I just hope he's alright."

"Don't leave me," Sirius pleads with the angel, using the best puppy dog eyes he can muster, even the holy wouldn't be able to say no to him. There are more dark spots appearing in his vision the longer he stays awake. Maybe he'll go to sleep soon. That sounds nice. "Stay."

The last thing he registers is the small upturn at the corner of the angel's mouth before a darkness overcomes him.

"I'm dead," Sirius announces when he opens his eyes only to stare into a blinding white light. He quickly closes them again and releases a heavy sigh. Death was bound to catch up to him at some point. He just didn't think it'd be so early.

A soft snort sounds from his right side that has Sirius thinking that he is not, in fact, dead. He opens his eyes and turns to the side and gasps.

"You're the angel," he says to the man sitting awkwardly on the chair beside the heart monitor. Sirius looks at the man up and down. Shit. Okay. He pinches himself, but the man doesn't magically disappear. "Oh, wait, you're human?"

The angel—wait, no—the man, the very fit man, raises a brow and smiles. "I usually go by Remus, not human or angel."

Sirius groans but makes sure to flash one of his brightest smiles. "Well, you certainly seem like an angel to me, so tell me, did it hurt," he waits for a pause, "when you fell from heaven?"

There's a long wait where Sirius thinks that he messed things up when Remus laughs softly. "James told me you'd use that line."

"Hold up, James? As in James Potter?" At Remus' nod, Sirius decides that Peter is now his best mate. "Well, he's an idiot. All he does is lie."

"So you didn't want me to stay and want my number?" Remus asks, sitting back in the chair and letting his shorts (which Sirius now sees are so short) ride up his leg more. "Pity."

Sirius' jaw drops. "You're gorgeous and want my number? You're aren't pulling my leg? Wait, would you be so kind to let me take you out on a proper date?"

"I would. If a cute guy asks me to stay with him through his concussion, I'd say that warrants at least a coffee date."

"I crashed because of you," Sirius admits, showing a sheepish smile. "I thought you were an angel and your beautiful eyes distracted me so bad, I didn't see where I was driving."

Remus makes a face. "Well, you wouldn't have had a concussion if you were wearing a helmet, but you weren't."

Sirius flops dramatically on the bed, wincing a bit at the pressure to his head. "I broke it last week showing James a new trick."

Remus fixes his fringe and smiles. "I can imagine that actually. I have to go to work, but I think James put my contact information in your phone. Recover quickly, and I'll be waiting."

"I'll message you as soon as you walk out of the hospital," Sirius chirps brightly and keeps his eyes on Remus until he leaves the room. As soon as Remus's gone, his eyes scan the small table beside him and his greedy fingers reach for his mobile tucked into a bag of his clothes.

Sirius laughs when he searches through his new contacts list. His fingers deftly type in a message to my only angel.