Ya know, before I started writing this chapter something hit me. It was then that I realized that I shot Susie. I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT! (cries) Well, I'm gonna make it all better now. Believe it or not, this story's almost finished. Then the sequel will come and you'll laugh, cry, give me very angry reviews about cliff hangers, and death threats will possibly be issued if I don't update fast enough. (sigh) It's all part of the circle of fanfiction.

I own nothing The Almighty Larson owns it all, except the title and Matt. Those two things belong to i'llbeyourcoat and Gema227.

"SUSIE!" Collins screamed, falling to his knees. He picked the wounded eight-year-old up and cradled her in his arms, using one of his hands to stop her bleeding.

"I said it before and I'll say it again," Alexander said. "Trying to be a hero will get you seriously hurt in the long run."

"You . . . just shot a little orphaned girl and . . . that's all you have to say about it?" Lisa asked in shock. She knew Alexander was capable of killing anything that breathed, but she expected him to have more of a heart.

"If she hadn't gotten in the way that wouldn't have happened."Collins glared at Alexander with tear-filled eyes.

"YOU BASTARD!" he yelled.

"C-C-Collins," Susie managed to say.

"Shh . . . shh . . . I got you," Collins soothed. "I got you. Lisa, can you do anything about this?"

"I don't think I can, Collins," Lisa replied. "This is way beyond what I'm used to."

"Well, can you take Susie for a moment please?" Collins gently placed Susie in Lisa's arms, stood up, and started walking toward Alexander. "You're gonna pay for what you just did." Alexander was about to respond when sirens interrupted him. Collins just kept coming toward him, his shirt and hand stained with Susie's blood. He didn't stop walking until he heard policemen demanding everyone in the other room to get down on the ground. They grabbed Matt, but Alexander aimed his gun at Angel before they could touch him, causing them to stop.

"Alexander Cunningham, you might as well drop the gun," an officer said. "You're under arrest for murder, robbery, kidnapping, and just being a general pain in the ass." Alexander just smiled.

"I don't think so," he said. "You see, I have this . . . prediction, if you will."

"Which would be?"

"If you come one more step closer to me, my finger will pull the trigger of this gun and a bullet will go through," he looked at Collins, "that man's lover."

"You're bluffing."

"Try me." The officer, despite the constant 'don'ts' and 'nos,' took a step toward Alexander. As promised, the trigger of his gun was pulled. Collins pushed Angel out of the way before the bullet could hit her, but it unfortunately went through his arm and into, what felt like, one of his lulngs. He fell to the ground and lied there in pain as Angel ran to him and Alexander shook his head. "Always trying to be a hero." His gun was then taken away from him and his hands were handcuffed behind his back.

"You'll have fun in jail," the officer who'd handcuffed him said. "It's filled with scumbags just like you."

"We'll see how long you keep me there," Alexander replied with a smile. He was taken out of the room and two stretchers were brought in it.

Please let Susie be okay, Collins thought as he was put on one of the stretchers and his eyes began closing.

Collins woke up to see that his arm was in a sling, he was on oxygen, and Angel was looking down at him. She smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Angel?" he almost whispered. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, sweetie," Angel replied, kissing his forehead again. "Mimi called the police after Matt forced me in that police car." He then looked around and saw that all of his friends were in the room.

"What're you guys doin' here?"

"We were with Angel," Mimi told him.

"You were?"

"Yeah, till that creep Matt took her away," Maureen added.

"I can't believe you dated a racist, Maureen," Mark said.

"I didn't know he was like that, Mark! Besides, I dated him way before I even met any of you."

"CHANGING THE SUBJECT," Joanne interrupted. "Collins, don't ever scare us like this again."

"I won't," Collins promised. "Wait . . . where's Susie. Is she okay?"

"Calm down, honey," Angel told him. "She's alright." As if on cue, Linda entered Collins' room pushing Susie in a wheelchair.

"Collins!" Susie exclaimed. "Look at my cool chair!"

"Can you not walk?" Collins asked, worriedly.

"I can walk. They're just not letting me yet."

"Your parents are gonna love you." Susie's face fell.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she said, looking at the floor.

"What's the matter, Susie?" Linda asked.

"I don't want parents."

"You don't?" Angel asked in shock.

"Well, I do, but . . . Collins . . . I won't be able to see him anymore."

"You can come visit," Collins told her.

"I can?"

"Of course." Susie smiled, stood up slowly, and kissed Collins' cheek.

"Ang?" Collins said, trying to catch his breath after making love to Angel after what seemed like a lifetime. It had been six months after he'd returned to New York. Susie had been adopted by a couple named Cheryl and Tim Benson and everything was going back to normal.

"Yeah, honey?" Angel replied, tracing invisible hearts on Collins' chest.

"Do you blame yourself for my kidnapping?" Angel was silent. "Angel?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"Sometimes, but it's only cause-"

"Don't," Collins interrupted. "It's not your fault it happened. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"But honey, if I didn't send you to the store-" Collins cut Angel off by kissing her.

"I don't wanna hear you blame yourself," he said.

"If I keep blaming myself, do I keep getting kisses?" Angel asked.

"No, but if you ask really nicely I might consider it." Angel giggled and Collins kissed her again only to be stopped by a loud pounding noise. "What the hell was that?"

"It sounds like the police or something." Collins got out of bed and slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go check it out."

"I'm coming with you." Angel stood up and put on some shorts and a robe.

"No, Angel. It could be dangerous."

"Then you shouldn't go either."

"Why not?" The pounding continued. Collins started to leave the room, but Angel grabbed his arm.

"Honey, I don't wanna lose you again," she said. Collins sighed.

"Fine, you can come with me," he told Angel. They left their bedroom, walked into the livingroom area, and Collins slowly opened the door.

"COLLINS!" Susie cried, hugging Collins' waist.

Ooh! Why did Susie come to the apartment? I know, but do you? One more chapter guys. Just one more. Then . . . SEQUEL TIME! :)

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