Disclaimer: In the beginning, there was Jonathan Larson. And he said, "Let there be Rent!" And there was Rent. And Jonathan looked upon it and said "It is good." And so, Miranda does not own Rent.

AN: Katy said to tell you that she is dancing with a scarf. It is a rather frightening sight. Now she is attempting to sing Tango: Maureen and be Mark. Once again, frightening sight. Please excuse my writing if I become traumatized. She is laughing rather loudly, because I am reading aloud as I type. I love laptops. Now she is dancing around saying "Lappyyyy!" She fell over. I should help her up, but this is amusing. Now she is telling me to "Write, dammit!" So I will. "And it was good. RAWR. Scarfy." In hindsight, this is what Katy calls my crack!chapter. It's 1:19 am. 'Nuff said. Be grateful that it isn't 4 am or something.

Collins talked in his sleep. Not always, but when he was dreaming of Angel, he talked. He would murmur softly and hold Angel close and sometimes give her a kiss, although he often missed her mouth and kissed her eye or her chin. Normally Angel was asleep when this was happening, so when Collins pulled her over and kissed the back of her head, she was rather confused. And then he tried to give her tongue.

"Collins! Why are you licking my head?" she yelled.

"Mrfl…" he muttered "Youtastelikeshampoo…"

Angel turned around to face her still-sleeping lover and tried to shake him awake. "Collins, honey, wake up! Wake up!" His eyelids fluttered open and he pulled his tongue back into his mouth.

"What was I doing? And why do I have hair in my mouth?" He rubbed at his tongue, trying to get the hair off. "Angel, what the heck is going on?"

"Well, um, you started trying to… french kiss my head."

"What? Well, I WAS having a dream about you, but… that's bizarre."

"A lot of people talk or do things in their sleep that they're doing in their dreams."

"Hmm. That's weird. Hey… what time is it?" He lifted himself up on his elbow to look across Angel at the little clock on their makeshift table. "2:00?" he cried as he tugged away the covers. "Why did you let me sleep?"

"Well, we WERE up til 5 am last night."

"Heh, yeah…" Collins chuckled, remembering their escapades involving a myterious chocolate box.

"Honey, you've got some chocolate…" Angel rubbed at a spot of dried chocolate still left on Collins' chest. Collins laughed and rolled over to get out of bed. Angel pulled him back for a kiss. "Baby, do we HAVE to get out of bed yet?"

Collins pulled himself back to the edge of the bed. "Ang, honey, it's 2:00!" Angel pouted. Her pout usually worked its charm on Collins, but not this time. "Angie, don't try that on me. It's 2:00."

"Ugh, fine." They both stepped into their slippers. "I'm still sore, and it's all your fault." She crossed her arms, pouting again.

"You didn't seem to mind much last night."

"Fine. I have no reason to be mad at you. Happy?"

"I'm always happy around you; you should know that. Now let's get some clothes on before Mark or Roger or someone decides to stop by."

"I think someone visited earlier… wait, no… that must have been a dream." Angel looked confused for a moment, then regained her thought process to yell "I claim the shower!" as she ran for the bathroom. Collins followed after, always the voice of logic.

"We can just share, you know."

"True, but how do you know we won't get… distracted?"

"Angel, you just said yourself that you're still sore."

"Fine. I guess we can keep our hands off each other for a few minutes." Magically, they managed to wash off and get dressed without getting side-tracked. Just in time, as predicted. Roger knocked on the door.

"Hey, guys, is it safe to come in?" Roger yelled through the rather thin door.

"Roger, it's the middle of the afternoon."

"Well, you never know." Roger opened the door and flopped onto the couch. "So, what are we doing?"

"I dunno, you just randomly came in, and we just woke up. It's not like we've been thinking this whole time, 'Now, where are we going to go with Roger today?'"

"Heh, another late night?" Roger joked, wiggling his eyebrows. Angel smacked him.

"Roger, our sex lives are none of your business."

"Everyone knows you guys are like rabbits." This prompted another smack from Angel. "You know it's true!"

"Roger," Collins said gently, "There's this thing called tact. It's a very good quality to have."

"Tact?" Roger questioned. "I don't think I want to know what that is." Collins sighed.

"Do you have a one-track mind or something?"

"Yeah, most of the time," Roger stated. "Got a problem?" More exasperated sighs followed. "So, where are we going? The Life?"

"Well, that's pretty much where we always go," Collins said rather glumly, sinking into an armchair. Angel perched herself in his lap.

"Why don't we go somewhere else, honey?" Angel asked. "We could do with a change every now and then."

"Hmmm…" Roger mused. "You got an idea, Angel?"

"Um… how about the aquarium?"

"The aquarium?" Roger said. "That's all you can think of?"

"Well, why not? I like fishies!" Angel said. "What do you think, Collins?" She smiled at him, shifting a little in his lap. Collins laughed.

"You know I can't say no to that face."

"The aquarium it is, then!" Angel squealed, leaping to her feet. "But first I have to change." She was wearing just a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, and didn't want to go out in public not looking like herself. Roger sighed.

"I'll be back in five hours… think she'll be ready by then?"

"Roger Davis, you stop making fun of me!"

"Or what, you'll throw a pair of tights at me?"

"Argh!" Angel retreated into her room to pick out her outfit.

"Roger, can you go for even 10 minutes without being a total ass?"

"What? Of course I can!"

"Fine. I'll dare you. If for the whole time at the aquarium you don't make any rude comments, I won't lock you in a room with Maureen for the rest of the day."

"Deal."

"What did you make a deal about?" Angel had gotten ready in record time to prove Roger wrong.

"I bet Roger five bucks that when you came out of that room you would look gorgeous. Now pay up, Rog." Collins wrapped an arm around her waist, giving her a gentle peck on the lips. "Let's go before Roger decides he needs to fix his hair. That would take five hours."

"What? Well, you…" Roger remembered the deal and bit his tongue.

"What was that you were saying, Roger?" Collins asked slyly.

"Nothing…" Roger mumbled.

"I thought so."

The three headed out the door to the aquarium.