Author's Note: Again, reviews appreciated! Thanks everyone who has so far. This chapter contains a bit of violence, and I have to apologise for the excessive use of the F-word in this fic. Still, enjoy and review!
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John watched Angela making coffee. She did it carelessly, not like Chas.
"You seem distant," she observed.
He sat down at the table, silent.
"You did it, didn't you?" she asked. "Saved the world and all? So why be like this?"
John had a hangover and the smell of coffee made him feel sick. Angela placed a mug down before him and sat down beside him, sipping her own.
"It's because of Chas," she whispered suddenly, "isn't it?"
"Don't." John couldn't stand to talk about Chas. Too many things would come spilling out, revealing things he feared himself. "Fucking don't."
"John... I've lost someone too."
John growled. "It's not the same."
Angela was silent. She took a long drink of coffee, then placed her mug on the table, cupping it in both hands. "John..." she said finally. "What happened to you?"
"Fucking nothing."
"Please don't shut me out." A single tear traced down her cheek.
"Why the fuck not?"
"You know I love you." The words seemed to surprise even Angela herself, but it didn't stop her leaning over to John and capturing his lips in a kiss.
John didn't know what was happening. He kissed back, eyes closed, wishing for all the world it was Chas' curly brown hair in his fingers instead of Angela's.
But it wasn't, it fucking wasn't, and he tore and bit and savaged.
Angela gave a muffled cry and tried to free herself from his kiss. He didn't release her until he tasted blood, and she scrabbled back, her lips swollen and bloody, her hair tatted and messy. And she knew.
"You loved him, didn't you?"
John closed his eyes. "Get the fuck out, Angela."