Hello to everyone! I just want to say, to those of you keeping score, I forgot the day it's supposed to be today in the story, so I made it Saturday. That way it fits with my plot. I just didn't want someone who knew what day it was supposed to be read this and be like, wait it's supposed to be Monday, or whatever! Sorry if it confuses everyone!

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Angel awoke the next morning immediately sensing things weren't right. She rolled to her side, expecting to feel a warm body next to her, but there was none. Collins wasn't there. Angel opened her eyes and quickly sat up, looking around the room. There were plenty of clothes, make up, and accessories lying around, but no sign of Collins.

Angel took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. He probably just went to the store. May be he woke up early…no, Collins never wakes up before I do. He went to work! Obviously…can't believe I got myself so worked up over this. She chuckled to herself and settled back into her bed.

Angel shot right back up when she realized it was Saturday. Collins never went to work on Saturday. He always got his work done during the day on Friday. There were benefits to only teaching to class periods a day.

Angel's heart started racing as the many thoughts went through her head. Each one was worse than the last. As much as Angel wanted to think there was nothing to worry about, she knew better. She had woken up with a feeling inside her. She had a sixth sense. She could tell when things weren't right. She had intuition, which was never wrong.

She remembered all the times she's felt it. The morning of the day she got beat up for being gay. The day her parents kicked her out, although that was something she knew was going to happen. And the morning her grandmother had died. There were many other times, but those three incidents stuck out the most.

Angel brought herself back to reality, forgetting for a brief moment about her feeling. She slowly got out of bed, unsure of what to do. Angel looked around and decided to get dressed. Yeah, that would help keep her mind off of everything.

Angel decided on her favorite skirt, the white one with the pinkish-red, yellow and green flowers on it. She slid it on over her green tights. She put on a plain white long sleeve shirt. Angel quickly applied her make up, in the order she always did: foundation, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and lip gloss. She was never one for lipstick—it felt weird. So she always went with lip gloss. Angel smiled and put on a black headband, to keep her natural hair out of the way. Placing her black wig, the short one with the bob—her favorite, on her head; and putting on her black heels. She smiled at herself, feeling slightly better. The drag queen topped off the ensemble with a red, yellow, and green jacket.

Angel took a step back and looked herself over in the mirror. She smiled, realizing she picked out the same outfit she had worn the night of Maureen's protest. She laughed at the memories of it all.

The drag queen stopped and became deadly silent when she heard something outside her room. No…when she thought she heard something. Angel knew that she was probably just freaking herself out, but that didn't push the fear away.

Angel approached the door, carefully and quietly. She stopped at the door, glancing back at the door, wondering if she should call Collins. If he wasn't at work, may be it was him who was making the noise. No, he always yelled something when he was home. Anything to let Angel know he was here.

Angel's shaking hand gripped the doorknob tightly, her knuckles turning white. Slowly turning the handle and peering out, she saw…nothing. She opened the door a little more and walked out. Nothing.

Just as Angel stepped out into the living room, she heard something behind her. She started to turn around, but was stopped by a sharp pain in the back of her head. She stood there with her now throbbing head for a few seconds before the darkness started to wash over her. One moment there was pain and then next…nothing.

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Collins was walking back to his and Angel's place. He was positively fuming. He couldn't believe he had left his Angel's side for nothing. Every step he took increased his anger and guilt.

Collins had woken to the sound of his pager going off. It was quite early in the morning to need an AZT break, so it must be someone from work paging him. He quietly and carefully climbed out of bed. He grabbed his beeper and read the words: '911 at school.'

Collins eyes widened. There was trouble at NYU. Normally this wouldn't have affected him, but when a message like that is displayed for him, he knows it's a computer or technology problem.


Collins glanced over at Angel's sleeping form. If he left now, may be he would be back before Angel even woke up. It was better than waiting to go until she woke up, and then explaining that he has to leave. Who knows when she was going to wake up anyways?

Collins quickly threw on some clothes and ran out the door, scribbling a quite note to Angel, should she wake up. He just put, 'Angel, there's a problem at work. I'll be back as soon as I can. Sorry baby. Love you, Collins.'

And with that note on the counter, he walked out the door.


Collins started to make his way to NYU. He didn't want to wait for the subway; it would be faster to walk. It wasn't that far. Besides, the subway wasn't due to come to this area for another 40 minutes—it had just left. Collins just wanted to get back to his Angel as soon as he could.

Collins finally made it to NYU and rushed through the doors. He ran up to the front desk and said, "What's the problem here?"

The receptionist just stared at him. "Uh…there is no problem here Professor Collins," she stated, rather annoyed.

Collins shook his head. "There has to be. I got a page and everything."

The receptionist went back to typing away on the computer. She shrugged. "May be it was just one of your students playing a joke on you, or something. Your pager number is listed here at this school." She said dryly. It was obvious that she was annoyed with the professor at the moment.

Now Collins was storming home. His anger about who would do something like this was getting the better of him. Why would someone want him out of his house? It didn't make sen—

His thoughts were interrupted by the realization. What if it was Angel's ex? He seemed to be the type to stoop to such lows. But how would he know who he was? Angel did know quite a few people on the streets, may be one of them let Collins' name slip. Then Angel's ex could have looked up his number—what did she saw his name was again? Oh yeah, Jason.

He felt anger rise in him, just thinking about that man. How could he have ever done anything like that to Angel? His Angel?

Collins was practically running now to get home. He was probably overreacting, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get home to Angel. That's all.

He rushed up the stairs and was horrified to open the unlocked door. He had forgotten to lock it. How could he have been so stupid!

He pushed the door open and called out, "Angel?" No answer. Collins immediate worries intensified.

Collins ran from room to room, searching for any signs that Angel may have gone out. But he noticed nothing. Everything was in the same way he left it—except there was no Angel here.

He walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. He picked it up and his heart fell as he read the words, "Angel, there's a problem at work. I'll be back as soon as I can. Sorry baby. Love you, Collins."

That was the note he had written for Angel. She apparently hadn't gotten it. Angel threw it to the floor and paced the apartment.

Angel wouldn't leave without writing him a note or telling him. It just wasn't who she was. She hated to make people worry.

Collins grabbed his coat and walked out the door. He would go and look for Angel. May be she was just upset about being at home and went out and forgot to write a note. He was just worrying too much again. It's just what happens occasionally. But, none the less, he was going to look for Angel.

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Next Chapter: Collins continues the search. And we'll see what exactly has become of out poor Angel.

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