Collins should have been excited to be buying a present for his best friend, but Maureen was always difficult. The problem was she never liked anything for long: as soon as you bought something she had a new hobby. He was trying to think of something that Maureen would still like by the time it was Christmas.

The next weekend Collins was sitting on the couch trying to make a list of things Maureen liked when Angel came in from her drumming.

"Are you alright?" She asked seeing the look of frustration on his face.

"I don't know what to buy my Secret Santa" he replied. "I can't think what to get…."

"NO!" Angel shouted covering her ears as she ran into the bedroom. "You can't tell me!"

Collins thought it was adorable how intent Angel was on keeping who everyone was buying presents for a secret. He knew she was working on a handmade present as he would often come in from work to find her hastily stuffing something under the sofa and instructing him to go into another room while she hid it. He had never been one for following the rules and the opportunity to fluster his adorable Angel was just too tempting.

When Angel came out of the bedroom looking stunning in drag, he waited until she had sat down next to him and casually said,

"But I don't know what she wants."

"Now I know it's a girl!" Angel shrieked jumping up. "It can't be me, so I know you've got one of three people."

Collins surmised Angel was buying a present for one of the guys not realising she was a step ahead of him.

"Can you help me with it?" Collins asked trying to imitate Angel's pout, but it wasn't having any effect.

"No it's meant to be a secret."

"But she's so difficult to…" Collins tried.

"STOP IT!" Angel shouted her sudden anger surprising Collins. He had gone too far. "This is meant to be a SECRET Santa" Angel continued. "How can it be a secret if people start telling me whose name they picked? The present's meant to come from you, not from me." Then she seemed to deflate. "I'm sorry Collins. I guess I just want this Christmas to be perfect, as we don't know if…" Her voice trailed off, but Collins knew what she was about to say. Were they going to have another Christmas together? In that moment he felt awful.

"No Angel. It's me who should be sorry." He corrected as he pulled Angel down so she was sitting on his lap. "I was worrying about what to buy my Secret Santa when I should have been thinking about my amazing girlfriend and giving her the perfect Christmas. I want you to be happy and I'm really sorry if I've spoilt things for you. It's just you're too damn cute when you get annoyed."

Angel smiled up at him. "No I should help you out. Be here for when you need advice."

"Look I'm the one who was in the wrong." Collins countered.

Sensing this could go on awhile Angel stopped his words with a kiss. Then moving her lips to his ear muttered, "Shall we focus on the cute part?"

"I like your thinking." Collins agreed before kissing her again. "It's better to show you're sorry than to say it." he smirked fully intending to do just that.

"In that case I am very sorry." Angel replied as Collins picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Along time later Collins lay on the bed with Angel curled up next to him, her head on his chest. He felt the overwhelming happiness he always did when he held his Angel in his arms.

"You know that whatever you buy Maureen, she'll love it because it's from you and you're her best friend." Angel's words startled him.

"How did you guess?" he asked looking down at her.

"A woman always knows." She smirked back, before giggling. Her infectious laughter got Collins joining in.

Angel's wise words stayed with Collins as he went out shopping for Maureen's presents. He knew that their strongest link was their shared ideal of anarchy and the constant of Maureen's life was her love of protesting. Therefore he decided to get Maureen some stuff to use in her next protest. He bought a can of silver spray paint to graffiti buildings with adverts for the protest and a cowbell as the last one had got lost in the riot. Wondering through some stalls in the market Collins then came across a stall of hats and there was one that looked like a cow's head. He knew immediately that he had to buy it and added it to the collection.

When he was done he wrapped up the gifts labelling them an 'Anarchy Set' and knew her next protest would be spectacular.

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