Chapter 2 – Borderline

I drifted in and out of sleep for the next few hours. I was fairly sure that I hadn't actually been in a car crash, but I still felt physically drained. The last thing I remembered was going home the night after the Nephilim war. I peeped through my eyelashes and through my blurred vision I saw a black mass sitting in the corner of my hospital room. I widened my eyes and there he was.

"Oh my god, Patch," I said with relief rubbing my eyes with my hands. He just sat in the corner looking at me confused. "Patch…?" I started to say again. He stood up and walked slowly towards me stopping half way.

"How do you know my name?" he said, squinting at me, almost as if trying to recognise me. My heart instantly sank. I could feel my throat tense up and my eyes begin to water. I didn't care if my mom or Vee couldn't remember the war, but I couldn't have Patch ripped out of my life, not after all that we had been through. Before I knew it he was sitting beside me on the bed I felt his hand either side of my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"Bad joke," he said seriously but still with a smirk on his face. I went to punch him but at the last minute pulled him into a hug, sobbing.

"You're an arsehole you know," I said into his chest between sobs. "Why is everything still screwed up".

"Angel," he sighed detaching me from him so we face to face , "It isn't" Patch managed a smile. "There was some degree of clean up the archangels had to do to smooth things over".

"Like Scott's death," I added deadpan trying not to tear up again.

"Yes," he murmured looking away, "It doesn't make it any less honourable though. I'll always be in debt to him".

"What's the extent of the clean up?"

Patch pushed his hair back with hands and made a frustrated noise. "I don't even know where to start". He got up off the end of my bed and started pacing back and forth, "Let's get you out of here alright and I'll tell you everything"

"But I want to know now"

"I meant now".

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Patch pulled his Jeep around the front of the hospital and I hopped inside, still in my gown.

"Motorcycle missed the cleanup then" I joked. Over the past few weeks I had grown accustomed to riding around on his motorcycle.

"I thought you'd appreciate your gown not flapping around" he said looking over to me and winking. I felt a slight blush grow in my cheeks. Patch lent over to the back seat and grabbed a pile of folded clothes and a pair of converse, and pushed them into my lap. "You can get changed while we drive, right?"

I nodded and picked up the clothes; dark wash skinny jeans and a striped Henley top. Patch had been in my room I figured, I doubted my mother gave him permission, and picked me out an outfit, I smiled to myself as I shrugged on my jeans.

"I'm thinking Borderline" Patch said turning to face me.

"Whatever's good"

"Borderline it is"

Patch led me straight through the doors of the restaurant and we managed to grab a secluded booth towards the back. Patch had worked at the Borderline when I had first met him, although I never knew if it was just a cover while he "hunted" me down, or if he actually worked. I always doubted the latter up until now, he had other probably not reputable ways of earning money, but as he walked through the restaurant he gave a couple of waves and smiled towards the other workers.

"Food, Angel?" Patch asked as we sat down, but I was already impatient

"Quit stalling"

"You mustn't have eaten since yesterday right?"

I sighed, "Maybe", I was kind of hungry, "Just a milkshake" I added.

"Good," he smiled, "and then we will get down to business", he shot me one of his daring smiles and got up to go to the bar.

(A/N): What do you think of this story? Give me advise, what you like/don't like and I can fix it up for future chapters. I'm sorry they are pretty short chapters! But then I can probably get more up!