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Collin's POV (Christmas morning)

My spirits have risen greatly since last night; I guess Angel has that kind of effect on me. I got to meet everyone at Life Support, and I was able to actually verbalize my feelings to people who understood. Angel understands, and everyone else there does too. It's the first time that has ever happened.

"You ready?" I ask, taking in the picture of Angel in her red Santa outfit, beautiful from head to foot. I can't absorb it all just yet, it's too much. She nods with a huge grin, and I almost don't want to leave her to head inside the loft. I slide the door open however, feeling the cold metal of the keys grit against my tongue.

"Merry Christmas bitches! Your keys!" I giggle, seeing Mark and Roger's faces light up.

"Collins! Yea, fourteen hours later, what the hell happened to you?" Angel happened to me. It's odd that when I get beat up, I meet someone new. Someone who I needed all along. Mark runs across the room to embrace me, but he hits a bad spot and I'm reminded that I do have bruises from the abuse.

"Ow ow ow ow…" I groan, trying not to let my smile disappear. He might be worried.

"You all right?"

"Never been better." Those words are as true as they can be. I've never been this happy.

Minutes later, after explaining my situation to the boys, I open the door to reveal Angel. Now they know why the smile spread across my face will never fade. I watch as she dances smoothly around the room, occasionally wiping the counter off for her or moving things out of her way. Her moves are over before I know it, and I award her with applause and a high five.

Before long we are walking down the street to Life Support, and she grabs my wrist.

"Hurry. We are late." She pulls me along, her grip loose around my skin. I reach for her hand and tangle our fingers together. She looks down at my actions and smiles, truth and joy in her eyes.

"We almost there?" I ask. I have been there before, but I can never remember where I am going. Angel led me there last night, and I expect her to do the same today.

"Yea. It's right down the street." I take my hand away from hers and bury it under my arms, trying to gather warmth in my body. "You cold?"

"Yea." She throws her arms around my shoulders and rubs quickly at them, making me fill with warmth. The friction may not have heated me up, but the feel of her hands did.

"Thank you."

"You need a heavier coat." Her fingers pinch the yellow fabric of my vest, and I look down at it. It is rather thin.

"I know, but I don't really have any money. I did have some extra clothes and then those guys took all my stuff." I itch my cheek and she leads me across the street to a graffiti-covered building.

"Here." She says, motioning for me to follow her. I comply and hold the door open, hearing the clicks of her heels walk through it. "Thank you, hun." I nod and continue to follow her into the building. A breeze of heat hits me, and a sigh escapes my lips. My goose bumps have now vanished, and I'm able to think about something else other than the temperature of my body.

There is a circle of chairs, just like last night, but there seem to be more people. It's hard to believe that this many people don't have anywhere else to go on Christmas Day. Maybe they feel comfortable with people who understand them. I know I certainly do, although I'd rather be at Angel's apartment, just the two of us.

Once everyone is seated, we go around the circle, saying our names.

"Tom. Collins." I mutter, after Angel makes a brave display by taking off her wig. She wants to be herself, be truthful and powerful. Mark clumsily makes a racket behind me, and embarrasses himself. He is late, probably working on Maureen's equipment. He has always been a sucker for her. Look whose talking.

The meeting seems to fly by, every moment I meet eyes with Angel lasting only a millisecond. We decide to spend time together, with Mark tagging along, on the streets of New York. Every once in a while my hand brushes with Angel's, and our eyes connect. I really want to kiss her, just to lean against her lips. If only she would do it first, I would know she wants it too. I would know she wants me.

Every time I glance over at her, she is looking at me. I can't help but think she is having the same thoughts I am. Although I think if Angel had feelings for me, I would know by now. She is a fairly open person from what I've witnessed. Maybe all of these signs, taking me into her home, caring for me, cleaning me up, feeding me, comforting me; all of it meant something. She was cluing me in.

"Do you wanna go home honey?" She taps me on the shoulder after our long, tiring day.

"Uhh…maybe. I don't know. I'm having too much fun. With you." I look over at her, and see a red blush come over her face.

"Thanks sweetie. I had fun too. But you look about to fall asleep. We should get you back to the apartment to get some sleep. We'll go out more tomorrow, huh?" She grabs my arm to shake me awake, my eyes drowsily closing more and more with every one of her words.

"Uhh…okay." I give in and let her drag me home, but not without feeling the quick peck she leaves on my forehead. My lips curve into a shy smile, and I don't say a word. I just let her take me into her arms, warm, gentle and loving.

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Next chapter is I'll Cover You! Yay! Let the fluff begin. Don't worry, I won't make it anything dirty. Nothing but pure sweetness from the sweetest characters XD. Review people! Even if it's a little, just gimme something to keep going! Thanks much!