Whoot! Another FABULOUS chapter. It's kind of short but whatever. Again, I don't own any of Jonathan's characters. The only one (as of now) that I own is Jesse.

After walking several miles, Collins was finally at the cemetery. He stood just outside the large cast iron gates, staring blankly. Several people walked amongst the graves, paying respect for their loved ones. After a couple of minutes Collins walked into the peaceful cemetery. As he walked he watched his feet, not looking up at anyone who passed. After several minutes of walking silently, he looked up in the direction of Angel's plot. He froze. There was someone knelt down by Angel's grave. Someone Collins had never seen. As he got closer, Collins noticed the man was crying.

"Excuse me...are…are you alright?" Collins asked cautiously, stepping closer to the man.

The petite man jumped up, and stared Collins straight in the face. Collins jaw dropped.

"Angel?" He asked softly, his mouth standing agape.

The man shook he head. "No…I'm…I'm his brother." He replied softly. "Who are you?"

"Tom Collins." Tom offered his hand.

"Angel's boyfriend?" The man asked.

"Well…I was her boyfriend…" Collins looked lovingly at the grave for a minute. "Wait…brother!" He looked up bewildered.

"Yes, my name is Jesse Devon Schunard." Jesse smiled slightly and finally took Tom's hand and shook it.

Collins withdrew his hand quickly. "Why weren't you at his funeral?" He asked frowning.

Jesse's eyes filled with tears. "I…I…I didn't know he was dead." He sobbed. "I didn't find out about his death until a few days ago. I got a letter returned to me that I'd written to him with 'deceased' stamped on the envelope." He said miserably. "Angel told me about you Tom. She said that she loved you more than life itself." He sunk to the ground crying softly. Collins put his hand on Jesse's shoulder.

"S'ok man, I'm positive Angel forgives you." Collins knelt next to Jesse. "But I think you should know something."

"What?" Jesse looked at Collins.

"Angel never told me about you, or anyone else in his family for that matter…" Collins ran his finger over Angel's name which was scrawled across the granite head stone.

"He had a rough home life. He left when he was eighteen." Jesse stood up. "Well, actually, he was kicked out."

Collins stood up quickly. "Kicked out!"

"Yeah. He told mom and dad that he was gay and that he was a cross dresser." Jesse shook his head sadly. "They just told him to get out."

Tom's pained expression caused Jesse to look away. He stood silently next to Angel's estranged brother.

"I was at a friend's house when the whole ordeal happened." Jesse said after a long pause. "When I got home and found out what happened, I immediately went out looking for Angel." His voiced trailed off.

"Then what?" Collins asked, his expression still incredibly pained.

"I didn't find him." Jesse's eyes watered up again. "And if he hadn't written me from New York City I wouldn't have even known he was alive."

"You never saw him?" Tom asked softly.

Jesse shook his head sadly. "No…didn't have the money to fly out here." A sob escaped him. "I would give anything to see him alive just one more time…"

Collins blinked several times to get the tears out of his eyes. "You and me both…" He said beginning to sob softly.