Hiya chucks, c'est moi!

This is as you can see a Constantine fic I loved the film but I think they should have kissed so I'm writing one where they will kiss no matter what. Puts on determined face.

A:Why?

Me: Because I want to and I'm the boss around here.

This one is dedicated to Lucy as I am writing it on her computer.

Angels Dods was sat on the sofa in her apartment, her cat, Duck was stretched over her knee.

"He never did come back, did he Duck? Never." It was three months after she had had her life changed by Constantine. And despite her successful new career in what she called exorcism and others called ghost busting. She was still waiting. Waiting for him to come back.

She had set off the day after the devil's son tried to force its way through her. She had gone to England to hide the Spear. And she had been successful. But, when she returned, he was gone, vanished. He hadn't told anyone where he was going either, she had checked. Everywhere. She had stopped looking now. If she saw a man in a black trench coat, she would get her hopes up, only to have them smashed when his hair would be blonde.

A knock at the door roused her from her dream like reminiscing.

She went and got her gun with silver bullets, she had quickly learned that he was a prime target for anything supernatural, and they weren't usually asking nicely for a one way trip to hell. She opened the door with the chain on, just to be safe. The face looking at her from the corridor smiled a half smile and then said.

"Was it you who ordered a bag of chips and a pizza?"

"Ermm... yes." The man gave her the box and bag then turned round and walked away. She suddenly thought of something, "Hey! You, have you seen a man around, wears a trench coat a lot. Practises exorcisms?"

"Oh you mean Constantine." She nodded "Yeah he came back into town yesterday, I can tell him you're looking for him if you like?"

"That would be great, thanks. You wouldn't happen to know where he's staying would you?"

The man looked puzzled for a bit before seeming to remember. "Yes I do. He's in one of the flats above the alley. Can't remember which one though." He turned around and walked away.

"Thanks!" Shouted Angela after him.

As the man rounded the corner he came face to face with his boss.

"Well? How did it go?"

"She fell off a cliff for it." They giggled.

"She's so caught up in her love for him that she didn't even notice that I was willingly giving up information with no regards to customer privacy."

Little did they know that a few blocks away, Constantine was back in town. He was trying to get back in his old flat, but had since learned that the company who used to own the alley had taken it back and renovated it, chucking all of his and Bird man's stuff into boxes which were now in storage. And since the manager was the only one who signed when they were put into storage, only the manager could get them out. Or at least that's what the clerk stood in front of him was saying.

"No look if you can prove that you are with his company and that those boxes are care of the company, you can get them out." Constantine was getting pretty pissed with this man, he was set in his ways and he would not do anything against the will of the manager. "Look I only want one book for the time being, I'm sure your manager will understand." When the clerk continued refusing to do anything, Constantine got fed up, he had tried reasoning and it hadn't worked, time for something more drastic.

He pulled out his gun and held it up to the clerk. "Open the damn boxes!" He shouted. The clerk, fearing for his life hurriedly obeyed. Constantine sighed, that was better. After this he had to go find Angela, if Papa Midnite was right and he usually was they were both in deep shit.

She ran to the bus stop, it was raining and she didn't want to walk. She caught the 405 bus which would take her straight to the front of the bowling alley.

Constantine walked out of the alley after finally having got his book from the trembling clerk. That man would never stand up to anyone in a trench coat again. He saw a woman coming towards him and he held the door for her, but as she passed he got a sense of psychic power. He caught her arm and dragged her back a bit making her turn round and look him in the eye. She saw him gasped and fainted. But not before she could utter a singe word.

"Constantine!"

Constantine caught her, recognising Angela. He looked at her face, noticing that the three months since they had seen one another had taken their toll on the young woman before him, she had dark circles under her eyes and she looked like she had been drugged. Drugged! He thought, Angela wasn't the kind of person to faint after seeing him. In fact he was expecting a slap for running off for a while. He couldn't tell her that he had gone to see a hermit in Japan to ask him what to do about the feelings between him and Angela. But he was going to follow the hermit's advice. For it had been good advice. The hermit had told him,

"Go where your heart leads, say what your heart says, and do not let this girl you love fall prey to the devil, for if she does the world is in danger. For if she falls prey to the devil the world will lose your protection, for do not try and fool me, you would give your soul to take this girl from the clutch of anyone but yourself. Would you not?" All Constantine had been able to do had been stand and nod, the hermit had caught his feelings in a nutshell.

Brought back to thinking about the possibility that Angela had been drugged, Constantine gathered her in his arms and carried her to a cab, he got in and asked to be taken to Papa Midnite's, he would be able to tell.

"Bear dancing." He muttered gruffly at the bouncer, not in the mood for these tests of his psychic ability. The bouncer let him through and he carried Angela into the back room, ignoring the hostile looks he got from half-breeds and demons. Seeing the look on Constantine's face, Midnite cleared the room. Constantine laid Angela down on a table before turning around to face Midnite.

"Has she been drugged?"

"Yes."
"Who by?"

"I do not know and so I cannot tell you."
"Can't or won't?" Midnite chose to ignore that question, instead going to a cupboard hidden by a table. Pulling out a bottle full of electric blue liquid, he held it out to Constantine.

"Here give her that and she'll come round within the hour." Trusting Midnite not to poison Angela, at least not on his own premises, Constantine uncorked the bottle and poured some down her throat. She swallowed it.

Half an hour later

Constantine had moved Angela so that she was sat on his lap with her head on his chest, if he hadn't been too worried about her to notice he would have felt her fingers curl round his shirt a little.

An hour later

Angela had not come round, but Constantine did not want to get u and go ask Midnite about it because he did not want to disturb the sleeping exorcist. No he thought, not sleeping. Unconscious. He shifted her weight slightly so that she was not resting on the arm of the chair. This made her head fall onto his shoulder and he sighed enjoying the extra touch. He was only worried that she would not wake from this times adventure. If Midnite walked in the room he would be facing an investigation, that Constantine reckoned was probably why he had stayed away so far. Angela stirred in his lap and he looked down at her wanting her to know that she was safe.

"Angela? Angela are you awake?" He shook her gently. She brought a hand up to her eyes and rubbed them.

"Constantine?"

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