Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or any of the characters. The
only person I do own is 'J'
A/N: Thanks to the few people that have been reviewing, I really do appreciate the effort you're taking to read and then review my story.
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A Part of You
Dylan and Anthony
I sat in the armchair, looking down at the letter I was holding, but I wasn't reading it. It was a weird coincidence that he called himself a sinner, and then he did that in my dream too.
A few minutes later, I looked up and saw Anthony was in the doorway, looking at me.
"I-I'm sorry," I said softly. It was a stupid way to apologize for all the hell that he had been through.
He nodded though, as is he understood what I wasn't able to say.
"I'll show Alex and Natalie the note from 'J' tomorrow morning," I said.
"Good," Anthony signed simply. He turned to leave, when I called out and stopped him.
"Do you remember anything at all about your parents?" I asked. I wanted him stay and I wanted to find out more about him. I realized that I wanted to try and take way some of the loneliness he was feeling.
He turned around and walked into the room. "Very little," he signed. He then reached into his pocket and withdrew a photograph, which he handed to me.
I took it and studied it. It was a portrait and in black white. A woman was sitting in a chair and a man was standing behind her with his hand on her shoulder, Anthony's parents obviously. "You look almost exactly like your father," I said, looking up at him. "Except for your eyes." His father's eyes were either black or brown.
"The woman who raised me at the circus told me my mother's eyes were the same color as mine," Anthony signed.
"What were their names?" I asked.
"Katerina and Micael," he signed. He thought for a few moments and then signed, "What about your parents?"
"My father ran away before I was born, and my mom died when I was six," I said, getting up from my chair. I went over to an old fashioned trunk I had next to the couch. I opened the lid and took the only picture I had of my mom out of the little storage box I kept it in, inside the trunk. I handed the photo to Anthony, who had knelt down next to me.
He looked down at the picture and then up at me. He reached out and traced his finger from my temple to my chin, indicating how much he thought I looked like my mom.
"I've forgotten so much about her," I whispered sadly.
Anthony handed back the photo to me and then waited until I had closed the trunk to help me stand up. "Your mother's blood runs through your veins. She is a part of you and will be until you die," he signed.
I looked over at his parents' picture which was on the armchair. "Your parents are a part of you too you know," I said.
He shook his head and signed, "They can't be a part of me anymore. I have driven them away by killing all the people that I have."
"You have saved a few lives since then," I pointed out. "Especially mine."
"It doesn't matter," he signed. "I am a sinner and I will die alone and unloved. I was taught that it is the worst thing to happen to a person."
"But you're not alone or unloved, Anthony," I said.
He looked down at me, obviously confused.
It took me a moment to gather my courage and then I said, "I love you."
Anthony
He heard her speak the words and then it was as if his body had gone numb.
No one had ever told Anthony that they loved him. His parents probably did, but he could not remember that. And yet here was this woman, his one time enemy that he had tried to kill a few times, telling him that she loved him.
He looked into her green eyes and saw that she had meant what she said. Then he reached out and grabbed her shoulders-pulling her to him.
Dylan
The kiss that Anthony gave me this time was one of the more passionate ones he'd given me so far. It seemed he was pleased with the fact I had told him I loved him.
I was still surprised I had said the words out loud. When you grow up an orphan and a rebel, you don't use the word 'love' too much.
I had told Seamus O'Grady that I loved, but I was only saying it to the façade he had built around him. So it really didn't have any meaning when I told him my feelings.
I know that for Anthony, there was no façade. He did not keep his nature hidden away inside. And I knew that I really did love him.
When we broke apart, I found myself breathing harshly. I glanced up at him and said, "Let's go out."
He glanced down at me in surprise.
"Just to grab a bite to eat. Maybe we can go to the Promenade," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Anthony looked like he wasn't too happy, but nodded that we should go/
"If you don't want-" I began.
He cut me off by kissing me passionately again.
"I'll get changed and we'll go," I said, breathlessly again.
He nodded and let me go. He walked over to the armchair and picked up his parents photograph and put it inside his pocket.
I turned and went up the stairs to change out of my outfit. As I looked through the clothes in my closet, I thought to myself, "I never know what to wear on a date." I stopped and thought, "I'm going to go on a date with Anthony."
The idea was laughable. Quiet, withdrawn Anthony and wild, uncontrollable Dylan Sanders going out in public as a couple. "Yeah it's funny, but not really," I thought as I changed out of my outfit I had worn at the Mission.
Anthony
As he waited for Dylan, Anthony walked into the kitchen and placed his cane on the counter. He knew that Dylan would probably have him leave it here.
"You can bring that with you, you know," Dylan said behind him. "As long as you don't hurt anyone with the sword."
Anthony turned around and saw that she was standing just behind him.
She was wearing black pants and a blue shirt that had no sleeves. As she spoke, she pulled on a jacket that was a little longer than her arms. The necklace from the orphanage was hanging outside her shirt this time.
"Let's go," she said, green eyes sparkling.
They walked out to her car and Dylan handed Anthony the keys.
"You look beautiful," he signed after he started the car.
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks. And you look really good in that suit."
He shrugged in response and then backed the car out of the driveway.
A/N: Thanks to the few people that have been reviewing, I really do appreciate the effort you're taking to read and then review my story.
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A Part of You
Dylan and Anthony
I sat in the armchair, looking down at the letter I was holding, but I wasn't reading it. It was a weird coincidence that he called himself a sinner, and then he did that in my dream too.
A few minutes later, I looked up and saw Anthony was in the doorway, looking at me.
"I-I'm sorry," I said softly. It was a stupid way to apologize for all the hell that he had been through.
He nodded though, as is he understood what I wasn't able to say.
"I'll show Alex and Natalie the note from 'J' tomorrow morning," I said.
"Good," Anthony signed simply. He turned to leave, when I called out and stopped him.
"Do you remember anything at all about your parents?" I asked. I wanted him stay and I wanted to find out more about him. I realized that I wanted to try and take way some of the loneliness he was feeling.
He turned around and walked into the room. "Very little," he signed. He then reached into his pocket and withdrew a photograph, which he handed to me.
I took it and studied it. It was a portrait and in black white. A woman was sitting in a chair and a man was standing behind her with his hand on her shoulder, Anthony's parents obviously. "You look almost exactly like your father," I said, looking up at him. "Except for your eyes." His father's eyes were either black or brown.
"The woman who raised me at the circus told me my mother's eyes were the same color as mine," Anthony signed.
"What were their names?" I asked.
"Katerina and Micael," he signed. He thought for a few moments and then signed, "What about your parents?"
"My father ran away before I was born, and my mom died when I was six," I said, getting up from my chair. I went over to an old fashioned trunk I had next to the couch. I opened the lid and took the only picture I had of my mom out of the little storage box I kept it in, inside the trunk. I handed the photo to Anthony, who had knelt down next to me.
He looked down at the picture and then up at me. He reached out and traced his finger from my temple to my chin, indicating how much he thought I looked like my mom.
"I've forgotten so much about her," I whispered sadly.
Anthony handed back the photo to me and then waited until I had closed the trunk to help me stand up. "Your mother's blood runs through your veins. She is a part of you and will be until you die," he signed.
I looked over at his parents' picture which was on the armchair. "Your parents are a part of you too you know," I said.
He shook his head and signed, "They can't be a part of me anymore. I have driven them away by killing all the people that I have."
"You have saved a few lives since then," I pointed out. "Especially mine."
"It doesn't matter," he signed. "I am a sinner and I will die alone and unloved. I was taught that it is the worst thing to happen to a person."
"But you're not alone or unloved, Anthony," I said.
He looked down at me, obviously confused.
It took me a moment to gather my courage and then I said, "I love you."
Anthony
He heard her speak the words and then it was as if his body had gone numb.
No one had ever told Anthony that they loved him. His parents probably did, but he could not remember that. And yet here was this woman, his one time enemy that he had tried to kill a few times, telling him that she loved him.
He looked into her green eyes and saw that she had meant what she said. Then he reached out and grabbed her shoulders-pulling her to him.
Dylan
The kiss that Anthony gave me this time was one of the more passionate ones he'd given me so far. It seemed he was pleased with the fact I had told him I loved him.
I was still surprised I had said the words out loud. When you grow up an orphan and a rebel, you don't use the word 'love' too much.
I had told Seamus O'Grady that I loved, but I was only saying it to the façade he had built around him. So it really didn't have any meaning when I told him my feelings.
I know that for Anthony, there was no façade. He did not keep his nature hidden away inside. And I knew that I really did love him.
When we broke apart, I found myself breathing harshly. I glanced up at him and said, "Let's go out."
He glanced down at me in surprise.
"Just to grab a bite to eat. Maybe we can go to the Promenade," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Anthony looked like he wasn't too happy, but nodded that we should go/
"If you don't want-" I began.
He cut me off by kissing me passionately again.
"I'll get changed and we'll go," I said, breathlessly again.
He nodded and let me go. He walked over to the armchair and picked up his parents photograph and put it inside his pocket.
I turned and went up the stairs to change out of my outfit. As I looked through the clothes in my closet, I thought to myself, "I never know what to wear on a date." I stopped and thought, "I'm going to go on a date with Anthony."
The idea was laughable. Quiet, withdrawn Anthony and wild, uncontrollable Dylan Sanders going out in public as a couple. "Yeah it's funny, but not really," I thought as I changed out of my outfit I had worn at the Mission.
Anthony
As he waited for Dylan, Anthony walked into the kitchen and placed his cane on the counter. He knew that Dylan would probably have him leave it here.
"You can bring that with you, you know," Dylan said behind him. "As long as you don't hurt anyone with the sword."
Anthony turned around and saw that she was standing just behind him.
She was wearing black pants and a blue shirt that had no sleeves. As she spoke, she pulled on a jacket that was a little longer than her arms. The necklace from the orphanage was hanging outside her shirt this time.
"Let's go," she said, green eyes sparkling.
They walked out to her car and Dylan handed Anthony the keys.
"You look beautiful," he signed after he started the car.
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks. And you look really good in that suit."
He shrugged in response and then backed the car out of the driveway.