Authors note- I own nothing in this story, I just love them. J. Larson is the man! And about Angel… I don't care! I will never write a fic where Angel is sick, dying, or dead… It's just wrong when people do that… And also, this is my first fanfic ever, so be kind and R&R
"I don't know why you're acting like this is such a bad thing." I had been watching him rant about a letter he had gotten from MIT for nearly an hour.
"How can you act like it's a good thing? Either I reject the job and give up a high and steady pay check, or I take the job and leave you.
I began to pick at my previously perfectly manicured nails. I finally looked up at him, his chocolate eyes glazed over; telling me that this seriously was killing him. There was no way I could let him leave me, but I also couldn't tell him to turn down his dream job and that kind of money. I stood up and lifted his head from the spot in the floor he was staring at. "We'll figure it out. We always do." He was about to say something, but I stopped him with my lips over his. "We will. Now when does it say that the director wants to talk to you?"
Collins slowly lifted the paper he had already read twenty times. "He's in town for the week. He wants me to call him with a place and time, by Thursday."
"Well it's only Sunday. You've got time for a plan." I took a step back and turned from his torn eyes. I could tell that he had no clue what to do, and there was no way I was going to make it harder for him. With my back to Collins, and my eyes pretending to study the calendar in out kitchen, I made that point very clear. "This has to be about what you need Collins. Not what you may want at the moment."
We both stood quiet for a moment, a tear falling down my cheek at the though that I had just told Collins to take the job, when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist. "Well, the answer to both those things is you. I can't live without my Angel."
I let another tear fall down my cheek as Collins began kissing my neck. "Well then we'll work it out. But not now." I turned around in his arms and put mine around his neck. "We can work it out later." I kissed him back, pulling him into the bedroom, letting any thoughts of MIT fall out of my mind.
