A/N:Before Reading-Hey! Ok, so for you nonFlawless people...Rusty went out with an abusive guy, I think his name was Sonny...lol anyway...there ya go. I think that's all you need to know for this chapter. Mainly RENT stuff now. Lol. have fun!

Miss Flawless:Chapter Four

Angel traced a heart on Collins chest with her left hand as she sat in his lap, feet on Roger who sat beside them. She was slowly falling asleep after a busy day of last minute preparations. They had two weeks left, and had just finished Cha-Cha's dress.

She snuggled against his shoulder and hugged his left arm with her right, grinning sleepily.

"I think we're losin' her," Roger teased, watching the semiconscious Angel yawn.

"Mm mm," Angel mumbled, trying to prove she was awake.

"You ready to go to bed?" Collins asked, trying to lean her forward so he could see her face. She wouldn't let go of his arm, so he surrendered and continued to talk to the top of her head. "Come on."

"Mmmm-no I'm not."

"I think you are." Collins laughed and shook his arm loose of her grip after a short protest from his tired lover. He carefully picked her up and walked down the hall to their bedroom.

Roger looked around the room absently, chuckling silently at the scene before him.

Amazing Grace was sleeping on the ground, leaning against the other couch which Rusty was snoring loudly on, Mimi sprawled over him in what seemed like a very uncomfortable position. Mark was at the table working on his film, like always.

"Mark," he whispered just loudly enough to get the filmmakers attention. He looked up from his reel. "Get a picture of that." He pointed to Mimi's unusual resting place.

Mark threw him a disposable cameraand went back to work.

"Alright then, don't tape it," Roger chuckled as he centered Rusty and Mimi in the Kodak cameras blurry vision. He took a few pictures, more than one in case Mimi attempted to destroy one. Soon after he left for his bedroom.

Ivana stepped over softly to stand beside Mark. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and he turned tolook ather, slightly annoyed he was distracted from his work. She smiled shyly at him, then looked at the table.

"What are you up to, Markie?" she asked.

"I'm trying to finish my film," Mark snapped.

"Oh," Ivana said surprised, putting her hands up in a sign of surrender. "Don't let me stop you," She hadn't really expected that response. She hesitated, then started to walk to the couch.

Mark sighed and turned around. "Ivana wait." She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I mean…I'm just…I really need to finish this." He looked for a sign showing she wasn't upset, and was rewarded with only a short, stiff nod.

"Alright," she said with a forced smile, trying to get her perkiness back. "I'm sorry. I know how much you love your work. I'll just-" she wasn't sure what to say. She took another step toward the couch. "Um…well, good night," she said weakly.

"Would you," he spoke up quickly, taking a few steps towards her with an outstretched arm, paused, then curled his fingers into a nervous fist. She looked over, and he dropped his hand and looked at his camera. "Like to help?" he finished. Ivana beamed and glided over.

It was well past two a.m. when Mark and Ivana finally fell asleep. Ivana squeezed on the couch between Mark and the cushion, halfway on top of him to use his side as a pillow. Her arms were wrapped around his torso in an unconscious embrace, a faint smile on her face.

Mark heard something as he began to wake up. It was muffled, but it was still there. Something was on him too. His drowsy mind tried to recall his last moments awake the night before. His film…Ivana…Ivana. His mind was instantly awake and quickly put two and two together to realize the mysterious object on him was him. Her.

And then he heard the sound again. A stifled laugh. It was also then that Mark remembered he wasn't in the privacy of his own home, but Angel and Collins apartment where the whole group had crashed. Oh no…he winced.

Mark opened one eye to see six very amused, smiling faces looking down at him. Ivana, still asleep, still had her arms around him. Sometime during the night Mark must have rolled over even with her on him, for now he was laying on his back with Ivana's head resting on his chest, her head rising and falling in time with his breathing. That hint of a smile was still there.

Mark couldn't think of a time he'd been in such a comfortable yet embarrassingly awkward position. If you removed the I-knew-he-was-gay-all-along smirking friends from the room, he might've actually enjoyed what he woke up to. But unfortunately they were here to stay.

"Cozy?" giggled Cha-Cha. Mark rolled his eyes as he tried to think up a witty excuse. He failed.

It was a week before the big contest, and Angel was devastated. She couldn't find her dress.

"I know it's here somewhere!" she cried, tearing throughthe apartmentin such a way tornadoes could never accomplish.

"Angel baby, we'll find it, I'm sure. Relax," Collins soothed, trying to calm his lover down. "Now think, could you have left it at Rustys?" Angel hiccupped and allowed herself to be held for a moment. She pondered the question silently for only a few seconds before running to the phone.

"Miss Rusty would have called me if I had left it there, don't you think?" she asked as she dialed the number. "Rusty, it's Angel," she started as Collins wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. She explained her dilemma, but Rusty hadn't seen it either. Angel felt defeated. She, like the others, had fallen into the habit of running to Rusty for help. They believed Rusty could solve any problem, and she normally could. So now, when Rusty didn't know what to do, it seemed to Angel all hope was lost.

"Honey, you have a lot of great dresses. I'm sure you can find something wonderful in your closet," Collins soothed, sounding more confident than he felt.

The drag queen fell limp against him, placing her hands on his around her waist.

"What am I going to do?" she asked quietly, playing with his fingers. "With the contest just seven days away…"

Collins hesitated, then released her and walked wordlessly to the bedroom. Angel, curious and confused, followed close behind.

She watched puzzled as he got on his knees and stuck one arm under their bed, frowning as he felt around blindly.

"Collins, what are you doing?" Angel laughed.

"Hold on, I think I've got it." His eyes lit up. "Aha!" he cried, pulling out a small box. "I don't really know what I was saving this for…"

Angels brow furrowed in confusion.

"What?"

"Open it," Collins smiled.

Angel almost fell over in shock. "Oh my god! Collins-what-I-you-how much is this?" she gushed.

"At least a hundred, maybe two. I was saving it for…well, nothing really. Just saving it."

"How long have you been saving this?" she asked as she flipped through the crumpled bills.

"A few years, I guess."

Angel paused and looked at him in bewilderment. "Are you kidding me? What about all those times we were nearly evicted? If you had this why didn't you tell me?"

"Would you rather be on time with the rent, or on stage laughing at Stormy in your brand new dress?" Collins countered. Angel melted, but quickly sobered and shoved the money back at him.

"No, I couldn't."

"What?" Collins asked as he stood up. "Why not?"

"Because it's yours, it's a lot, I wouldn't feel right, and it's yours."

"Exactly. It's mine, and I'm saying you can have it for a new dress."

"But… I lost the dress. You shouldn't have to pay for it."

"Angel baby, listen to me. I am going out this afternoon. I am going to buy a dress Stormy could never even dream of making himself, and if you won't wear it, I will."

"I kinda like that idea," Angel giggled. "Is that a serious threat?"

"Absolutely not," laughed Collins. He set the box down and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her softly. He pulled back and smiled. "Now, are you coming with me or not?"

Angel raised an eyebrow. "If I say no will you try them on instead?"

"I never should have said that," he sighed. Angel grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door.

"Come on Collins, I'll make you look fabulous."

The morning of the contest had finally arrived. Our group of drag queens were buzzing nosily around as they waited, Collins with them also. They'd already changed into their dresses, and were busy with last minute details, Rusty making sure everything on everyone was alright.

They could hear music from another area of the building. One of the first contestants were in the middle of performing the first portion of the contest-the talent show.

The Flawless Contest would take place over the next three days. Friday, this morning, was for all who entered to show off their talents. Saturday, those who were left had their interviews. Sunday was the most highly anticipated segment-the fashion show.

"Aren't you excited?" Angel asked Collins, looking at all of the drag queens running around them. "Oh, I hope you get her," she teased, pointing at a pretty blonde rushing by. "She's a cutie."

"I hope I get you," he replied, wrapping an arm around his lover.

"They're so cute!" Ivana whispered to Rusty, giggling as Angel hung from around Collins neck. She turned from the happy couple to look curiously at Rusty. "Say, Rusty, are you still with what's-his-name? Sonny?"

Rusty shifted uncomfortably. "No, we…I don't want to talk about it."

Ivana glance around nervously. Oops…

"Well," she started, figuring she might as well keep going now, "maybe it would help to talk about it."

"No sweetheart, not now. Another day."

"No day but today," Ivana teased. She was interested in finding out what happened, but knew when to drop it. She wouldn't push it further.

"That's cute," Rusty smiled. "Angel's rubbing off on you already, huh?"

"Already?" Ivana laughed, looking over at Angel, who was watching a nervous Collins with amusement as a circle of transvestites crowded around him. "We've been friends with her for over three months now."

Rusty followed Ivanas gaze and chuckled. Collins was looking weakly to Angel for help, who just blew him a kiss from outside the circle.

"That's so mean," Amazing Grace said, smiling as she joined the two in watching them. "Someone should really help the poor man." All three stayed where they were.

"Yeah really," Rusty agreed.

"Mm hmm," came Ivana. No movement. Amazing Grace rolled her eyes.

"Ladies, calm down, don't all run over there at once," she laughed. She cleared her throat and walked casually over to Angel. "Hey honey," she started loudly enough for the rest to hear, "I hear Carmine just got here with pizzas. He's in the lounge downstairs if you want some."

A second later the entire group of unknown drag queens darted down the hall, shoving past each other on the way to the stairs.

Collins stepped over and placed a hand on both of Amazing Graces shoulders. "You…are my hero."

"Anytime, darling. Anytime."

"And you," he rounded on Angel with a playful gleam in his eyes, "are just plain evil. Leaving me surrounded like that."

"Anytime, darling. Anytime."

Collins laughed and pulled Angel to him, placing an arm around her waist giving her a quick kiss before turning to Amazing Grace again. Cha-Cha bounded over, and wiggled between Angel Collins. Both of them laughed, and she wrapped an arm around either waist.

"So why did they all leave?" Collins asked, still a little confused.

"They're goin' downstairs for some…pizza," Cha-Cha giggled suggestively, giving their hips a squeeze.

"Yeah, Carmine is the pizza delivery guy."

"He makes them too!" Cha-Cha added. "And he actually is here, honey," she said to Amazing Grace.

"Really?"

"Would I lie?" Cha-Cha batted his eyelashes, looking as adorable as he could.

"He's not down there," Amazing Grace concluded. Angel and Collins snickered. Cha-Cha stuck her tongue out and playfully swatted at her friend as they heard familiar laughing, getting louder from around the corner.

In the middle of her laughter, Angel froze with a hiccup.

"Sugar, you okay?" Amazing Grace asked quickly. "You look like you've seen a ghost. What's up?"

Angel feebly pointed over their shoulders.

"That's…that's my dress."

REVIEW MY LOVES! Sam and Morgan helped a lot with this, big thanks to them.

Well, I have seen the RENT movie four times now. I love it. And nowmy favorite part, the reviewers!

Anglina: yay! Go see it! The more people who've seen it, the better!

BohemianCane04: Congrats, my friend, I believe you are the only one who has actualy seen it. I love your old screen name, and I'm glad you are enjoying this story :)

CelticQueen2000: I totaly know! I started in the Life Support scenes and for the last 45 minutes I was crying so hard the first time. I saw it for the fourth time Saturday, which is why this chapter was late-went into my writing time-and I didnt cry quite as hard lol. Still do everytime though. Its such a powerful movie, and plus, I mean, it's Angel. Who wouldnt cry?

Eponine Poe: I agree, good name, but still a bitch. Lol, I wondered if I should wait before posting that third chapter so I could get anothe review from you, but I got a few emails from people who really wanted more, so I went ahead. I missed you! lol. Hey, the first time I was still crying walking out of the theatre, so don't feel bad lol. Ah, so that ending bit was Irish, eh? Very nifty. I'm learning Japanese, myself. Very hard, but very entertaining to walk into stores and bother clerks. I mean...to not bother clerks... (runs away)

L.M.Ward: Thank you :)

Queen of the Paperclips: ahaha you have the best name. Are you serious, Rusty grew up by you? No way! Unfair! I'm moving next door to you! Oh snap he'd prolly gone...well it's the thought that counts, right?

THEfelineOFavenueB: Thank you :) Heehee, I mention it at the top of each chapter. That just means you're special, love. ;) good job

CanaceErinn: Lmao, interesting story indeed!

I apologize if I missed you, you might have reveiw after I posted this. That, and I'm blind. ;)

OH! HEY! By the way, I am working on a Law&Order/Flawless crossover. Look for that soon!