First attempt at an Angel/Collins fic.
For, ironically, AngelxCollins.
"The meeting of two personalitites is like the meeting of two chemicals. If there is a reaction, both are transformed."
Angel Dumott-Schunard and Tom Collins were two very different people before they met eachother.
Tom Collins was a professor, a philospher. Althout he was an anarachist and a complete free-spirit..he needed something to complete him. Love was far from his mindbefore he met his Angel. Before his Angel came and rescued him, he was not only wounded outside, but also inside. After all, those who have no love have no life-- that means, unfortunately, that they are already three-parts dead inside.
Before Angel, Collins had no reason to stay too long in Alphabet City. His friends were important, sure, but friends can only keep someone grounded for so long. Angel showed Collins how to live, really live.
Angel Dumott-Schunard had been a street-drummer drag-queen, full of a zest for life. She always thirsted for more. Neon-blue nailpolish could only keep her satisfied for so long. When she came and helped Collins with his knee, a new thirst came. A thirst to be with Collins forever, no matter what. She was so very-much infatuated with the black professor, despite the fact that they were both world apart.
They were both transformed into something entirely their own. They were transformed into lovers. They were transformed into something so unique, that it would take many books to document. They were transformed into one.
Kay, a sweet little one-shot.