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Tom Collins sat behind his desk during his fourth period class, thinking while his students were taking an exam. His mind wouldn't think of anything except his Angel.

The professor sat there thinking about last night: the fear in his lover's eyes, the way she didn't let go of him, Angel getting harassed and Collins wasn't there to protect her. But mostly he thought about Angel coming back out of the bedroom to sleep in his lap. He hadn't minded, not at all. But it just…wasn't like Angel. She always liked to be close to him while she slept, as he did with her, but…she never got out of her bed to be near him, unless something happened.

Collins glanced up at the clock. He groaned. There had only been five minutes since the start of the class. He leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling, his mind wandering back to last night.

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Collins smiled and wrapped his arms around Angel, rubbing her back gently. He kissed the top of her head and then leaned back into the couch. Almost instantly, Angel was asleep. Collins glanced over at Mark and then Roger.

Roger looked at him and asked. "What's the matter with her?"

Collins shrugged. "N-nothing. She just…had a hard day. Why?" He asked Roger.

Roger sighed. "Collins…what happened? She's seems so…" He began searching for a word that described what she appeared to be.

"Tramatized," Mark but in, quietly.

Roger nodded. "Yeah, that's it."

Collins looked down at his sleeping Angel, all his worries and concerns finally confirmed. He knew something was wrong with Angel, something more than she was letting on. But he figured, after she told him that she had just been harassed, that it was just his overprotectiveness. But now, Roger and Mark made it clear that his instincts were right.

"Collins?" Mark asked hesistantly. "What happened? Is everything alright?"

Collins nodded. "Yeah…I think so…I don't know!" He told them.

Roger looked at him. "What do you mean?" He asked gently. Yeah, Roger can be a tough guy, but he cares deeply for his friends and those he loves—it's just sometimes he doesn't show it in the right way.

Collins sighed. "I came home today and she was just…not herself. I asked what was wrong and she said nothing. I knew that wasn't true…so she finally told me that she…she had been harassed today," he said quietly, his voice heavy with emotion. He always felt guilty that he wasn't there to protect her when things like this happen, but at the same time upset that these things happen to Angel. His Angel.

Mark sighed. "I'm sorry Collins. Is she…alright?"

Collins shrugged. "She says she is, but I don't think so. And you guys just proved that I'm right."

Roger looked at him, obviously confused. "Wait…how did we help?"

Collins sighed. "You two noticed how different she was acting tonight. At first I thought it was just my worry, but when you guys said something about it…I knew I was right."

Mark nodded. "Okay. So what are you going to do about it?"

Collins shrugged. "I don't know. I think I'll try talking to her tomorrow. May be then, she'll feel like she can tell me." He said, while looking down at Angel, who was still sleeping.

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After Roger and Mark left, Collins carried Angel into their room, setting her gently on the bed. He quickly got changed into his sweatpants and old t-shirt. Collins gently climbed into bed, not wanting to disturb Angel, and wrapped his arms around her.

He held her close as she tossed and turned. It was clear she was having either a disturbing dream, or something was on her mind. That's what happens when Angel moves around a lot while sleeping.

Collins honesly didn't know what to do, except hold her close to him. She finally relaxed and he fell asleep soon after she did.

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The professer was shaken away from his thoughts by the shrill sound of the bell. The whole class went to the front of the room and set their exams on his desk. Collins just smiled and nodded to the students as they left his classroom.

He relaxed back in his chair, still worried about Angel. He felt guilty for leaving her this morning. He wanted to be able to be there, hold her, let her know that he was here for her, no matter what. He just wanted her to be comfortable enough to tell him what really happened.

Collins was once again lost in thought when his phone rang. He picked it up and said. "Hello?"

There was a slight pause. Before Mark finally answered. "Hey Collins…what's going on?" There was a clear worry in his voice and he sounded…afraid?

Collins smiled. "Hey Mark. Uh…nothing." He sighed. "Mark…what's wrong?"

Mark paused. He didn't want Collins to be worried, although he would be no matter what. Mark didn't want Collins to be upset that no one noticed Angel…and the condition she was in. "Nothing...something. Look, can you just come over here…quickly."

Collins' heart immediately began to race. "What happened Mark?" He asked, the desperation in his voice.

Mark sighed. "It's Angel…she's…she passed out. We think she's okay but—"

Collins cut him off. Actually he just hung up the phone and got up. His mind could only focus on one thing as he rushed out of the buiding. Angel, his Angel, was hurt. End of story.

Collins started into a run as soon as he hit the side walk. NYU wasn't that far from the loft, but he wanted to—no, needed to get there as soon as possible.

After what seemed like hours, which was actually minutes, Collins was at the door to the loft, banging on it. "It's Collins." He called to them.

Roger came and opened the door. Collins was panting and out of breath from running. "You look like hell," Roger stated, which got a hit on the arm from Mimi.

Collins glanced around the room and saw Angel still lying on the couch, unconscious. He rushed to her side, pulling her into his arms. He leaned into the corner of the couch, holding her tightly, kissing her face and head. He just wanted her to wake up.

Everyone in the loft was silent. Collins sat there holding an unconscience Angel; Mark, Mimi, Roger, Maureen, and Joanne were just standing there. They all were completely ashamed by the fact that they had been too busy fighting to even notice Angel.

After a long while Collins looked up. "What happened?" He whispered.

Mimi took the lead. "Uh…well…we all were just…hanging out here and Angel came in. She seemed fine, so we all went back to what we were doing. The next thing you know, Angel's on the floor." She told him.

Collins just nodded his head. Mark had been thinking about the bruise he had seen on Angel. He cleared his throat. "Collins…could I talk to you in the kitchen…alone."

Collins nodded again and gently got up and placed Angel on the couch. Mimi immediately rushed to her side, pressing up against Angel's side. Collins and Mark walked into the kitchen, Mark trying to calm down before he told Collins what he saw; he knew Collins wouldn't react well. Then again, who did when they found out the person they love has been hurt?

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Next Chapter: Mark tells Collins about Angel's injury.

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