A/N: Thank you so much to villianbabe, Skyfire4, Miss Maya, Gitte and Lady-
of-the-Dragons. I really appreciate that you all took the time to review
my story.
A/N 2: This chapter shall answer the question all of you have been asking. And there's a bunch of Anthony/Dylan WAFiness here!
A/N 3: Now when you read this, please be kind. This is my first time writing a songfic chapter and I tried to make it as good as I was able to.
A/N 4: Since this chapter took a long time to write, I would be eternally grateful if when you review if you could tell me what you liked about this particular chapter! Thank you, Merci Beacoup, Gracias, and Danke!
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters. The lyrics in this chapter are from the song 'Iris'. It doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the Goo Goo Dolls.
XXIII
Pain and Love
Anthony and Dylan
Pain, so much pain. Throbbing, burning, hurting.
These were the sensations he came out of the blackness to.
Pain in his shoulder, pain on his face and pain in his leg.
He felt the pain, but was he alive, or was he in the depths of hell, condemned because he was a sinner?
He raised his hand and saw the wound there. It trickled blood. He closed his eyes and a small tear escaped unnoticed from his eye. He was alive
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
He sat up slowly and looked around him. He was on the sand, waves washing over him. He had survived the fall from the balcony, landing on top of McShea's body. And he had survived the explosion, which had rained down burning debris onto the rocks, by going into the cool water.
He stood up, feeling the blood from his wound in his leg mix with the salt water dripping from his clothes.
More pain. Agony just to walk.
But he had to leave; he needed to get back to his Angel. Go back to Dylan.
He climbed up to the ruins of the mission. He avoided the police and firemen easily. He walked to the street and saw a car that had the keys in the ignition. He got inside and drove off as fast as he could.
He would be with his Angel soon.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to lose you tonight
Dylan
I barely remember what happened after I sat down in Natalie's car, my body was numb and I couldn't hear anything except for my own breathing. All I remember of the drive back to my house is that I let the tears fall down my cheeks.
I was in mourning. For Anthony. He had to be dead. If somehow he had survived the fall, the explosion would have definitely killed him.
I think that Alex and Natalie were really worried about me. I had never really cried so much in front of them. They probably tried to comfort me in the car, telling me that it would be all right.
They didn't understand at all. They both had boyfriends who didn't go out and risk their lives nearly everyday. They didn't have to pray that they would be able to see their boyfriends at the end of the day, to be able touch and hold them again.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
Natalie pulled up in front of my house and got out quickly to help Alex get me out of the backseat. Together, they helped me walk to the back of the house, where they got my extra house keys and they led me inside.
They took me to my room and made me lay down on the bed. I started to become more aware of what was going on around me then. But I stayed quiet and listened and watched as Natalie and Alex started to clean me up.
"Well, she's not in shock," Alex said. She had just started to clean the wound on my leg and I had hissed in pain.
"She's upset over Anthony," Natalie pointed out as she cleaned the cuts on my face.
"Oh," Alex said. They then continued to clean my wounds in silence. "I didn't realize that they had become so close," Alex said a few minutes later as they helped me change into a clean pair of black pants and a plain white t-shirt.
They set me down on the bed again, and then they stood next to it. They looked awkward and out of place.
"Dylan, do you want us to stay?" Natalie asked softly.
I shook my head slowly.
"Are you sure?" Alex asked.
I nodded firmly.
"All right, but if you need anything, call either one of us okay?" Natalie said.
I nodded again. Then they left the room. A minute later, I heard Natalie's car roar down the street.
I got out of the bed and stumbled to the doorway where they had left Anthony's cane. I picked it up and limped back to the bed. As I sat down on the edge, I decided to stay up and see if Anthony would come back to me. If morning came and he didn't come, then I would know he was dead.
'cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
The hours passed by quickly. And every creak, every sound that I heard in the house, I listened closely to see if it was Anthony. Every time, though, it wasn't.
Three o'clock passed then four, then five and then it was six. I got up from the bed and went to my balcony. With Anthony's cane dragging behind me, I looked around the neighborhood. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
I went back into my room and it finally sunk in that Anthony was dead. I fell to the floor and I started sobbing.
I had lost him, the man that I loved more than anyone in my life. And he had loved me back too. I had been his Angel. I was supposed to forgive his sins. Now he was dead, and he would be sent to hell.
My mind was jumbled with these thoughts as I cried on the floor in the middle of the room. I then heard a creak; someone was climbing up the stairs. I looked up and listened as the footsteps came closer to my room.
Looking like a ghost, Anthony appeared in my doorway. There was blood on his face, and his clothes looked damp.
"Anthony?" I whispered questioningly. When he nodded slightly, I got up and yelled, "Anthony!" I ran over to him and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek furiously. I was still crying, but this time from happiness.
Anthony
An Angel was crying for him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him as she kissed his cheek many times.
When he had appeared in the room, he was surprised to see Dylan on her knees, sobbing. She had been crying for him, she had thought he was dead.
Now he was holding her tightly. His Angel, his savior.
She was clutching him so forcefully that the pain in his shoulder deepened. He ignored it though, all he needed, and wanted, was to hold his Angel.
Dylan pushed back from him a little and looked up at him. "I just can't believe it," she whispered. She placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply. When they broke apart she said, "I need to get you cleaned up."
She led him over to the bed and lay him down. She started taking his jacket, tie and shirt off, and he didn't care. The pain had worsened, and he reached up and pulled a few strands of hair from Dylan's head. He rubbed it against his cheek and then under his nose, sighing in ecstasy.
"Ow," Dylan muttered when her hair was pulled. She placed her fingers over the place where the hair had been pulled. Then she shook her head and returned to cleaning the cuts Anthony had received.
A half-hour later, Dylan had finished and she sat, leaning against the bed's headboard, next to Anthony as he rested. She reached out and stroked his forehead softly before she brought her lips to his ear. "Anthony," she whispered. "I forgive your sins, every single one." Then she kissed him softly on the lips.
He couldn't believe it; his Angel had forgiven his sins. She understood him like no other woman could. She knew who he was, what he had been, and she still loved him besides the fact. He realized then that he would never go back to his old life of being alone. His place was with Dylan now.
And I don't want the world to see me
'cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Dylan
We stayed on the bed for a long time. Anthony had been hurt pretty badly and I had to make sure that he got some rest. We were quiet, but every once in a while I would reach out and stroke his forehead and he would touch my cheek.
A while later, I noticed that Anthony was starting to fall asleep. I realized that I was tired to, so I lay down and placed my head on his chest.
"I lo-love y-you, my An-Angel," Anthony said to me.
I raised my head to look at him and I smiled brightly. "I love you too," I whispered to him.
He placed his hand behind my head and brought me down to his waiting lips.
As we kissed, I suddenly recognized that I was getting myself into a very strange relationship. But I didn't care, Anthony and I understood each other and we would work out any difficulties that would come our way.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
A/N 2: This chapter shall answer the question all of you have been asking. And there's a bunch of Anthony/Dylan WAFiness here!
A/N 3: Now when you read this, please be kind. This is my first time writing a songfic chapter and I tried to make it as good as I was able to.
A/N 4: Since this chapter took a long time to write, I would be eternally grateful if when you review if you could tell me what you liked about this particular chapter! Thank you, Merci Beacoup, Gracias, and Danke!
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters. The lyrics in this chapter are from the song 'Iris'. It doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the Goo Goo Dolls.
XXIII
Pain and Love
Anthony and Dylan
Pain, so much pain. Throbbing, burning, hurting.
These were the sensations he came out of the blackness to.
Pain in his shoulder, pain on his face and pain in his leg.
He felt the pain, but was he alive, or was he in the depths of hell, condemned because he was a sinner?
He raised his hand and saw the wound there. It trickled blood. He closed his eyes and a small tear escaped unnoticed from his eye. He was alive
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
He sat up slowly and looked around him. He was on the sand, waves washing over him. He had survived the fall from the balcony, landing on top of McShea's body. And he had survived the explosion, which had rained down burning debris onto the rocks, by going into the cool water.
He stood up, feeling the blood from his wound in his leg mix with the salt water dripping from his clothes.
More pain. Agony just to walk.
But he had to leave; he needed to get back to his Angel. Go back to Dylan.
He climbed up to the ruins of the mission. He avoided the police and firemen easily. He walked to the street and saw a car that had the keys in the ignition. He got inside and drove off as fast as he could.
He would be with his Angel soon.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to lose you tonight
Dylan
I barely remember what happened after I sat down in Natalie's car, my body was numb and I couldn't hear anything except for my own breathing. All I remember of the drive back to my house is that I let the tears fall down my cheeks.
I was in mourning. For Anthony. He had to be dead. If somehow he had survived the fall, the explosion would have definitely killed him.
I think that Alex and Natalie were really worried about me. I had never really cried so much in front of them. They probably tried to comfort me in the car, telling me that it would be all right.
They didn't understand at all. They both had boyfriends who didn't go out and risk their lives nearly everyday. They didn't have to pray that they would be able to see their boyfriends at the end of the day, to be able touch and hold them again.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
Natalie pulled up in front of my house and got out quickly to help Alex get me out of the backseat. Together, they helped me walk to the back of the house, where they got my extra house keys and they led me inside.
They took me to my room and made me lay down on the bed. I started to become more aware of what was going on around me then. But I stayed quiet and listened and watched as Natalie and Alex started to clean me up.
"Well, she's not in shock," Alex said. She had just started to clean the wound on my leg and I had hissed in pain.
"She's upset over Anthony," Natalie pointed out as she cleaned the cuts on my face.
"Oh," Alex said. They then continued to clean my wounds in silence. "I didn't realize that they had become so close," Alex said a few minutes later as they helped me change into a clean pair of black pants and a plain white t-shirt.
They set me down on the bed again, and then they stood next to it. They looked awkward and out of place.
"Dylan, do you want us to stay?" Natalie asked softly.
I shook my head slowly.
"Are you sure?" Alex asked.
I nodded firmly.
"All right, but if you need anything, call either one of us okay?" Natalie said.
I nodded again. Then they left the room. A minute later, I heard Natalie's car roar down the street.
I got out of the bed and stumbled to the doorway where they had left Anthony's cane. I picked it up and limped back to the bed. As I sat down on the edge, I decided to stay up and see if Anthony would come back to me. If morning came and he didn't come, then I would know he was dead.
'cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
The hours passed by quickly. And every creak, every sound that I heard in the house, I listened closely to see if it was Anthony. Every time, though, it wasn't.
Three o'clock passed then four, then five and then it was six. I got up from the bed and went to my balcony. With Anthony's cane dragging behind me, I looked around the neighborhood. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
I went back into my room and it finally sunk in that Anthony was dead. I fell to the floor and I started sobbing.
I had lost him, the man that I loved more than anyone in my life. And he had loved me back too. I had been his Angel. I was supposed to forgive his sins. Now he was dead, and he would be sent to hell.
My mind was jumbled with these thoughts as I cried on the floor in the middle of the room. I then heard a creak; someone was climbing up the stairs. I looked up and listened as the footsteps came closer to my room.
Looking like a ghost, Anthony appeared in my doorway. There was blood on his face, and his clothes looked damp.
"Anthony?" I whispered questioningly. When he nodded slightly, I got up and yelled, "Anthony!" I ran over to him and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek furiously. I was still crying, but this time from happiness.
Anthony
An Angel was crying for him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him as she kissed his cheek many times.
When he had appeared in the room, he was surprised to see Dylan on her knees, sobbing. She had been crying for him, she had thought he was dead.
Now he was holding her tightly. His Angel, his savior.
She was clutching him so forcefully that the pain in his shoulder deepened. He ignored it though, all he needed, and wanted, was to hold his Angel.
Dylan pushed back from him a little and looked up at him. "I just can't believe it," she whispered. She placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply. When they broke apart she said, "I need to get you cleaned up."
She led him over to the bed and lay him down. She started taking his jacket, tie and shirt off, and he didn't care. The pain had worsened, and he reached up and pulled a few strands of hair from Dylan's head. He rubbed it against his cheek and then under his nose, sighing in ecstasy.
"Ow," Dylan muttered when her hair was pulled. She placed her fingers over the place where the hair had been pulled. Then she shook her head and returned to cleaning the cuts Anthony had received.
A half-hour later, Dylan had finished and she sat, leaning against the bed's headboard, next to Anthony as he rested. She reached out and stroked his forehead softly before she brought her lips to his ear. "Anthony," she whispered. "I forgive your sins, every single one." Then she kissed him softly on the lips.
He couldn't believe it; his Angel had forgiven his sins. She understood him like no other woman could. She knew who he was, what he had been, and she still loved him besides the fact. He realized then that he would never go back to his old life of being alone. His place was with Dylan now.
And I don't want the world to see me
'cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Dylan
We stayed on the bed for a long time. Anthony had been hurt pretty badly and I had to make sure that he got some rest. We were quiet, but every once in a while I would reach out and stroke his forehead and he would touch my cheek.
A while later, I noticed that Anthony was starting to fall asleep. I realized that I was tired to, so I lay down and placed my head on his chest.
"I lo-love y-you, my An-Angel," Anthony said to me.
I raised my head to look at him and I smiled brightly. "I love you too," I whispered to him.
He placed his hand behind my head and brought me down to his waiting lips.
As we kissed, I suddenly recognized that I was getting myself into a very strange relationship. But I didn't care, Anthony and I understood each other and we would work out any difficulties that would come our way.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am