A Sweet Revenge
I.
After HALO
Dylan
I entered my house a little after eleven o'clock that night. I had been out with Natalie and Alex, solving our latest case.
It had been a robbery and kidnapping situation. A wealthy tourist and her jewelry were taken and her husband went to Charlie for help. It had taken a week, but the three of us solved the case and found the wife alive and her jewels.
Entering the kitchen, I walked over to the pantry and took out a nutrition bar and a power drink. It wasn't a very good dinner, but I was way too exhausted to put something together to eat.
I poured the drink into a glass filled with ice and headed up to my room. I put the glass on my nightstand and the nutrition bar next to it. Then I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Once I was finished with that, I sat against the bed's headboard and tried to eat. But, as usually was the case when I tried to eat in my room, I was bother by the necklace that was under my shirt. I sighed and tossed the quarter-eaten bar into the trash and pulled the necklace out.
I ran a finger over the necklace's medallion and closed my eyes. Before I could stop myself, I felt the tears make their way down my cheeks.
I was never a tearful woman. Having to deal with Seamus and my job as an Angel forced me to create a façade that made me appear tough and unemotional. Not that many things have broken through that façade, but the death of the Thin Man, or Anthony, did just that.
After the ME:2 premiere, I hade come home and only was able to get as far as the middle of the staircase before I collapsed on the floor, sobbing. Later that night, when the tears finally stopped, I kept dreaming of when Anthony saved me from one of Seamus' thugs, kissed me and then was killed by Seamus. I woke up screaming, after watching Anthony fall from the roof-his own sword plunged deep into his chest. After I was able to stop screeching, I got out of bed and went on the balcony and sat on the cold floor, crying again.
It was then, sitting on the balcony and watching the sky in the west lighten, that I realized that I had fallen in love with Anthony. And when I thought this, I burst into tears again, knowing that I would never be able to tell him that. Or even see whether or not Anthony and I could have really gotten along together.
After the HALO case, Charlie gave us all a well-deserved vacation. During that time I rarely slept at night because of my dreams about Anthony's death. And sometimes during the day, I would find myself staring into space, think about Anthony's kiss and how much I wanted to do it again. Whenever I caught myself doing that, I would just shake my head and think to myself "I shouldn't think about him that way. After all, he did try to kill me and my friends quite a few times." And then another voice would say, "But there's also the fact he saved your life when you fought Madison Lee. And he also kissed you like he really meant it." At that point I found something to keep me busy, or else I would go crazy trying to debate to myself if there could have been something between me and Anthony.
Eventually, while I was on that vacation, I developed a kind of 'ritual' before I would go to sleep (or try to anyway). Somehow, I had ended up with Anthony's necklace he had gotten from the orphanage. I would eventually come to wear it all the time, even when I had to go in disguise, it was something that I need to have on me at all times.
Anyway, I would go out onto the balcony and sit cross-legged in the chair I had placed out there. Then I would hold the medallion in my hand and allow myself to cry, while I thought about Anthony. It became a kind of release for me, I would hold in the tears all day because I had a job to do and couldn't waste any time on tears.
Now, six months after HALO, I still dream about Anthony's death, but I don't wake up screaming as much as I used to. I think Alex, Natalie and Bosley notice that I have been more depressed since Anthony's death, but they don't say anything. Now, instead of crying in the chair on the balcony, I would cry while I sat on my bed, and thankfully I would only cry for a few minutes. And that is what I was doing the night before I found myself in danger-yet again.
I.
After HALO
Dylan
I entered my house a little after eleven o'clock that night. I had been out with Natalie and Alex, solving our latest case.
It had been a robbery and kidnapping situation. A wealthy tourist and her jewelry were taken and her husband went to Charlie for help. It had taken a week, but the three of us solved the case and found the wife alive and her jewels.
Entering the kitchen, I walked over to the pantry and took out a nutrition bar and a power drink. It wasn't a very good dinner, but I was way too exhausted to put something together to eat.
I poured the drink into a glass filled with ice and headed up to my room. I put the glass on my nightstand and the nutrition bar next to it. Then I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Once I was finished with that, I sat against the bed's headboard and tried to eat. But, as usually was the case when I tried to eat in my room, I was bother by the necklace that was under my shirt. I sighed and tossed the quarter-eaten bar into the trash and pulled the necklace out.
I ran a finger over the necklace's medallion and closed my eyes. Before I could stop myself, I felt the tears make their way down my cheeks.
I was never a tearful woman. Having to deal with Seamus and my job as an Angel forced me to create a façade that made me appear tough and unemotional. Not that many things have broken through that façade, but the death of the Thin Man, or Anthony, did just that.
After the ME:2 premiere, I hade come home and only was able to get as far as the middle of the staircase before I collapsed on the floor, sobbing. Later that night, when the tears finally stopped, I kept dreaming of when Anthony saved me from one of Seamus' thugs, kissed me and then was killed by Seamus. I woke up screaming, after watching Anthony fall from the roof-his own sword plunged deep into his chest. After I was able to stop screeching, I got out of bed and went on the balcony and sat on the cold floor, crying again.
It was then, sitting on the balcony and watching the sky in the west lighten, that I realized that I had fallen in love with Anthony. And when I thought this, I burst into tears again, knowing that I would never be able to tell him that. Or even see whether or not Anthony and I could have really gotten along together.
After the HALO case, Charlie gave us all a well-deserved vacation. During that time I rarely slept at night because of my dreams about Anthony's death. And sometimes during the day, I would find myself staring into space, think about Anthony's kiss and how much I wanted to do it again. Whenever I caught myself doing that, I would just shake my head and think to myself "I shouldn't think about him that way. After all, he did try to kill me and my friends quite a few times." And then another voice would say, "But there's also the fact he saved your life when you fought Madison Lee. And he also kissed you like he really meant it." At that point I found something to keep me busy, or else I would go crazy trying to debate to myself if there could have been something between me and Anthony.
Eventually, while I was on that vacation, I developed a kind of 'ritual' before I would go to sleep (or try to anyway). Somehow, I had ended up with Anthony's necklace he had gotten from the orphanage. I would eventually come to wear it all the time, even when I had to go in disguise, it was something that I need to have on me at all times.
Anyway, I would go out onto the balcony and sit cross-legged in the chair I had placed out there. Then I would hold the medallion in my hand and allow myself to cry, while I thought about Anthony. It became a kind of release for me, I would hold in the tears all day because I had a job to do and couldn't waste any time on tears.
Now, six months after HALO, I still dream about Anthony's death, but I don't wake up screaming as much as I used to. I think Alex, Natalie and Bosley notice that I have been more depressed since Anthony's death, but they don't say anything. Now, instead of crying in the chair on the balcony, I would cry while I sat on my bed, and thankfully I would only cry for a few minutes. And that is what I was doing the night before I found myself in danger-yet again.