July 7, 1939

Her hands were clammy, her feet were heavy, and her heart was racing. She was being led down the corridor that would take her to the execution chamber. The moment had arrived, and she was terrified. Before this day, she had been shove the thought of execution away, but this day, all she knew was fear.

Edgecomb and Brutal walked ahead of her, Stanton and Terwilliger behind her. Brutal's shoulders were slouched, his walk pained, and Angela knew that he was hurt, not physically, but emotionally. She wished that there was something she could say to make him feel better, but there was nothing. No comfort. No words. It was time.

The small crowd that populated the execution chamber looked on as she was led in, and brought to the electric chair. Old sparky it was called, she remembered. I wonder who came up with that name. It didn't matter, but her mind insisted on thinking about it, insisted on thinking about anything but what was coming.

This was it, and all she wanted to do was scream and beg them not to do it, but she knew she couldn't, she couldn't put them through that. She had to be strong for Brutal, and for her mother, who was in the crowd, her eyes filled with tears, her whole body trembling.

Stanton and Edgecomb quietly placed her on the electric chair, but Angela was barely aware of it. She wasn't aware that Edgecomb, Stanton and Terwilliger looked pained, she wasn't aware that sadness radiated from almost every person in the room. Her eyes had locked onto Brutal's, and she had to push back a sob when she saw the pain in his eyes.

Her hands and feet were locked into place, and her heart sped up, faster and faster it started beating, as fear coursed through her body to the point where she thought she would be sick. Her resolve wavered when they locked her chest into place and her resolve crumbled when Stanton soaked the sponge and placed it on her head, underneath the straps. Tears ran down her face, and she started breathing heavily. I don't want to die, please don't make me die.

Brutal's heart was broken, and it was all he could do not to rush forward and hold her in his arms when he saw her lose her composure. He closed his eyes and forced back his tears, not wanting to think about what he would do once she was gone, not really caring what would become of him. It was all over.

His mind flashed back to his dream where he had forced himself to preside over her execution, and now that the moment had come, he didn't know if he could do it. Didn't know if he could say the words that would end her life for good.

Stanton and Edgecomb stepped back from the chair. Edgecomb slowly turned to Brutal, and gently indicated that it was time. Brutal swallowed hard, feeling like he might throw up, as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Angela Davis, You have been condemned...to die by a jury of your peers, sentence imposed by a judge in good standing in this state. Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?" he choked out, the few sentences taking him twice as long as they normally would.

Angela closed her eyes and let out a short sob before she whispered "I love you"

None in the crowd knew who she was speaking to, but Brutal knew and he closed his eyes before he locked eyes with Angela, who had opened hers, and whispered back "I love you too"

Brutal turned to Edgecomb, pleading with him to say something to stop this but he slowly shook his head. Brutal turned back to Angela.

"Roll on one" he said softly, his voice cracking.

Angela could feel the electricity being charged, could feel it course through the air and she swallowed hard as she squeezed her eyes shut. The last thing she heard before everything went black was somebody yelling "STOP"

Blackness prevailed for what seemed like mere seconds, and it quickly made way for consciousness. As she woke up, Angela became aware of cool sheets and soft pillows. She opened her eyes, and quickly closed them again when bright light hit her eyes.

She slowly opened them again and blinked until she could see properly. She looked to her left and straight into the handsome face of Brutus Howell. A smile was on his lips, his eyes twinkled and his stance was relaxed. Angela smiled back and reached for him, he gladly wrapped his arms around her and held her close, and Angela found herself revelling in his embrace, gentle but firm. They broke apart after a time.

"I'm not dead" Angela whispered in awe.

"No, you're not" Brutal whispered back, an amused glint in his eyes.

"What happened?" Angela asked softly.

"Your execution was called off at the last minute" Brutal said "And you fainted"

Angela slowly nodded in understanding, before she smiled again and pulled Brutal to her. Their lips met and they kissed for a long while. When they broke apart, Angela smiled nervously.

"What?" Brutal asked gently.

"I'm bald" she whispered.

"You're gorgeous" Brutal whispered back.

Angela smiled shyly and kissed him again. When they once again stopped, Brutal gave her a gentle smile and said "Someone wants to see you"

"Who?" Angela asked, her mind muddled from the kiss.

Brutal moved aside and revealed her mother standing at the foot of the bed.

"Momma" Angela breathed, tears rising in her eyes.

"Oh, my baby" her mother sobbed as she rushed forward.

Angela and mrs Davis clutched at eachother as they both sobbed.

"I knew it, I knew you were innocent" mrs Davis said, kissing her forehead and her cheeks.

Brutal watched the reunion from a small distance, smiling gently all the while. When Angela and mrs Davis let go of eachother, the latter turned to Brutal.

"Well then, mr Howell, I hear you love my daughter" she said.

"Momma" Angela protested.

"Hush now, darling" mrs Davis said to Angela, before turning back to Brutal "Do you truly?"

"Yes, ma'am" Brutal said softly.

"And do you intend to take good care of her?" mrs Davis asked.

"Yes, ma'am" Brutal said again, shooting a tender look at Angela.

A warm smile spread across mrs Davis' face "Then may I be the first to welcome you to the family?"

A/N : Fluffy ending I know, read the epilogue, it only get's worse, lol.